I Became an Anonymous Boss

Heavenly Demon Phantom.

In an instant, Shirataki transformed into dozens of people, and when he took a step, he left an afterimage on the spot, densely covering the sky and the stage.

All Shirataki performed the same movement in unison, grabbed a peach petal with their bare hands, and introduced the power of thunder.

The pink petals were submerged by the purple lightning, dyed with a ray of true magic ink, the black lightning flickered, and then burst out, like an arrow shot from [-] degrees, there was no dead angle at all, and the strong drink was covered by the peach blossom in an instant.

Lie Yin's eyes were indifferent, he was not afraid of the overwhelming cherry blossoms no matter they were real or not.

He is not a genius, just like his grandfather, he was not born to wield a knife.

In order to practice swordsmanship, he entered the snow-capped mountains from the age of seven to fight against snowy monsters. At the age of thirteen, he came to the border of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Seven avalanches, every time he almost died in it, until now, fighting against tides and snow disasters has become a routine for him, practicing swords under the waterfall for an hour, his clothes are dry, and the water can't get in.

This blow seemed ferocious, enough to make ninety-nine out of ten so-called heroes of the rivers and lakes catch it directly, but the real one has been tempered and tried, and he is not afraid at all.

Lie Yin swings the knife, the knife is in a round shape.

He took a step forward, the light of the knife formed an arc, and then began to slip away continuously. It seemed unhappy, but it was careless. The precise shot cut off every falling peach petal, and he was still walking forward. .

Taking a step forward, the knife rolls more and more sharply, just like he swung his knife against the avalanche and tide, the only way not to be crushed is to move forward, every time he swings the knife, he takes a step forward, at the end, The saber rolls like a long dragon, like a flood lake full of water.

Lie Yin's knife is not brilliant, but it is extremely solid.

As long as he is willing, he can play this knife for half an hour without changing his breath.

Swordsmen and swordsmen pursue simple moves and fatal blows, the less fancy the more the most simple destructive power is retained.

The defense that ordinary swordsmen and swordsmen lack the most, but he does not lack it. The offense and defense are integrated, and the defense becomes the offense.

Even Shirataki couldn't help admiring a wonderful sentence.

He has seen this defensive counterattack countless times in the game, but he has never practiced it himself.

With a sword fully charged, when he walked up to Bai Taki, there were still afterimages all over the sky, but he was still staring at the figure that hadn't moved before. The long knife light, wrapped in loose peach petals, floated down half of Fengwu City.

The light of the knife crossed Shirataki's shoulder, leaving a shallow line of damage and bloodstains.

Cong Yunjian rubbed against the nameless knife in Lie Yin's hand, the friction between the two blades was very slight, only the buzzing sound could be heard, it was the burst of airflow produced by the violent collision of energy, countless small vacuums were formed and then shattered.

Lie Yin didn't notice where he took out the weapon, but since the weapon was used, the two sides were equal in a sense.

He was satisfied with this sword fight.

The next moment, alarm bells rang out in his heart, thunder rang in his ears, another gust of wind rolled up the thunder light, Shirataki landed a heavy hammer in the cuff of his left hand, and the entire Phoenix Terrace roared and trembled.

Lie Yin's half of his sleeve was torn, and a drop of lightning left a scar on his body.

He looked at the young man with a sword in his right hand and a hammer in his left hand in a little dumbfounded and shocked way. This scene was a bit different from what he had imagined.

"As long as it works."

Modern people pay attention to pragmatism, and sickle and hammer are the strongest weapons.

Shirataki staggered the two weapons in front of him, and the Congyun sword surrounded by clouds looked a bit bent into a sickle shape.

This scene was inexplicably a little rough, but Lie Yin couldn't laugh.

Because Shirataki had already launched a stormy attack, sword plus hammer, sword energy plus thunder light, all kinds of special effects were thrown out at no cost.

It's very vigorous, but it's different from what Liao drink thought.

All of them are reduced to ten meetings with one force.

The white clothes are romantic, gods and demons don't ask, everyone in the world knows that his sword is a sword that can kill heavenly kings, Lie Yin, who is ignorant of world affairs, of course doesn't know that he has already abolished all his swordsmanship skills, seeing him swinging two weapons is like a sword. The berserker was even more dumbfounded in his heart.

This is different from the peak matchup he imagined.

What he might have thought in his mind was that two masters were facing each other; in the end, he ate a set of standard fighters head-on.

Don't talk about Wude!What about the abundance of Wude?

Suppressing a bad breath in his heart, he swiped the knife light left and right to kill a blank space, then held the knife in his backhand, changing from a horizontal cut to a vertical chop, and then left the knife light, and played a rather fancy hand-leaving knife. It seemed dangerous, but in fact it forced Shirataki's left hand to withdraw, and the knife rolled away from his hand, like a rotating electric fan, more deadly than a machine that cuts fingers on an assembly line. One turn can cut off a person's wrist, and two turns can cut off a person The arm, cut out a stick after three rounds.

Shirataki really let go of his hand, allowing the fourth style of thunder to fall to the ground.

Lie Yin changed his posture, flicked the blade with his fingers, and changed the target from his left hand to his right, trying to repeat the same trick.

Just when he was about to successfully disarm his hands with the knife in his hand, a foot kicked out from a blind spot in his sight, and hit the center of Lie Yin's chest.

The swordsman's qi layer was broken with one blow, and his throat was sweet, and he suddenly realized that the attack and defense of the two sides were not proportional. Under the thin white clothes, there was violence comparable to that of an overlord or King Kong, but the momentum of melee combat was already established. If he retreated , but lost a great opportunity.

Without retreating, he held Lishoudao with his backhand, and with a sweep of light, he cut to Baitaki's right arm.

Melee combat has always been ruthless, even the top masters in the world, without the body protection, are still flesh and blood. How many times can you survive without dying?

This scene fell into the eyes of others, and a woman was already clutching the skirt of her clothes, almost screaming.

Lie Yin seemed to be in control of the situation and took the initiative. The knife had already approached Bai Taki's armpit, intending to cut off his arm, but he also knew that if Bai Taki punched him again, it would most likely cost half his life with one arm.

He bet that the other party would not give up.

Shirataki is really reluctant... Broken an arm, it will take a long time to repair, how to deal with the next martyr?

However, Lie Yin also underestimated Bai Taki. He really didn't understand sword skills. Nan Xinmo was a great master. He wasn't even considered a master. It's not even airy, but if it's close combat, that's what he's good at. It's easier to use fists and feet than weapons...

The fingertips of the young man have quietly shown the Buddha's finger pinching movement, with a light tap of the finger, and a finger.

The knife was restrained by an invisible force, and the supreme boxing technique of Buddhism was reproduced under his palm.

Monk Xuankong's eyes widened, and he let out a national-style cry—'Fuck'!

That is the supreme meaning of Arhat Boxing that he has been practicing for more than [-] years but has not been able to develop.

The knife is shackled.

Shirataki took advantage of the gap when he could not draw the saber with his strong drink, and made another move with his left hand.

Arhat subdue demons, mighty supernatural power, King Kong!

Lie Yin's knife was blocked by Nianhua, he couldn't withdraw it, and saw the Vajra Fist approaching him, as a swordsman, he was reluctant to let go of the knife in his hand, and planned to resist the punch directly.

But he didn't expect that Shirataki's fist was not aimed at him, but fell on the fixed unknown knife.

Lie Yin shrank his eyes and pupils, let out a low growl, and tapped his five fingers on Bai Taki's left hand, trying to stop it, but the Ling Lie's saber energy was crushed by King Kong's punch.

Shirataki's fist landed on the fragile blade and broke.

This knife is not a famous knife, let alone a black iron knife, it is just a relatively ordinary ordinary weapon, Shirataki realized it when he touched it, so it is not difficult to smash it.

Click...!With a crisp sound, the nameless blade snapped into two pieces.

Half of the knife tip is in Bai Taki's hand, and half of the knife body is in Lie Yin's hand.

The moment the weapon was broken, Gang Qi messed up the hair of the two of them, and countless small gaps appeared in the freely fluttering sleeves.

Lie Yin staggered back three to five steps, looked down at the broken knife in his hand, his eyes lost his mind.

If a swordsman breaks his knife, is he still a swordsman?

A mouthful of stagnant blood welled up his throat, his face pale.

"You lost." Shirataki looked at the tip of the nameless knife in his hand, and threw it to the ground, his palm was bleeding.

"Less than ten knives." Lie Yin murmured: "It's only less than ten knives...Are you too strong, or am I too weak?"

"Your saber intent is indeed extremely sharp, and half of your foot has stepped into the rudimentary form of the vision, so it is by no means weak." Bai Taki said lightly: "It's just that, after all, the hand you hold the saber is not Your own hands and borrowed things are not enough to win against me."

A sound like a thunderbolt made Lie Yin's face even paler.

The moonlight was just shining on the Phoenix Terrace, and he was holding a broken knife. His whole body was like duckweed in the wind. Without the knife, he was extremely fragile.

Lie Yin recalled that night two years ago, he experienced a deadly battle, maybe he was too young to kill him, but his heart softened for a while, and he lost his arm. From that day on, his way Most of it was destroyed, and the strong drinking at that time was the same as it is now, and the whole person fell into a daze, as if he had lost most of his soul.

He didn't have any love for his children in his life, and he didn't have a woman he liked. He just loved the knife all his life, but if he didn't have the hand to hold the knife, he would feel like a useless person, so he drank his worries for three months.

When he was unshaven and drunk in a strange place, he remembered that a man in a black robe and a strange mask told him that he could regenerate his severed arm, he believed it, and grabbed the last straw, Following the other party to a hidden room, the other party asked him to cut off the arm of a blindfolded child with his own hands... No matter what happened in the middle, he finally dropped the knife.

Lie Yin thought that he could do anything in order to achieve the innate way, but he set himself this ruthless goal. Now that he has done evil, he can never turn back and put everything on the sword of becoming the king of heaven.

He even fooled himself, and deceived himself into believing it.

For the sake of obsession, you can ignore everything.

Now that he lost his knife again, he faced the same problem again, and all the fragility that had been falsely whitewashed was exposed again, and the bloody wound was torn open, like a questioning of the heart.

Lie Yin's eyes were hazy, and finally the five denials felt guilty deep in his heart. He gave up his principles for the sake of the knife, and the result was still the same.

How can there be any merits and demerits to offset the merits and demerits, only to make up for the merits and mistakes.

Holding the broken knife, he cut off his left arm with lightning speed, threw the broken arm into the sky, and blood gushed out.

Lie Yin's face was still pale, but the moment the broken arm left the body, the pain came with a kind of joy.

He should have ruined his innate way again, but at the moment when he felt guilty and paid for his sins, his whole heart was as clear as glass.

The night wind blew on the Phoenix Terrace, and blood flowed from the broken arm. He stood in the center of the Phoenix Terrace, looked up at the bright moon, and suddenly felt much more relaxed. He really let go of any burden in his heart and let the cold wind blow him. He took a deep breath. In one breath, I smelled the tangy aroma of peach blossoms.

In a life of nothing more than a knife, you can't smell such a fragrance.

I may have really missed a lot, why bother to be obsessed with a knife for twenty-seven years.

like a fool.

If you haven't learned how to be a human being, how can you learn how to use a knife?

Lie Yin looked at Bai Taki, and asked in a low voice, "Can I apologize to her?"

Shirataki asked, "Kneeling?"

Lie Yin said, "Yes."

Shirataki raised his eyebrows, with just one sentence of dialogue, his impression has changed.

Lie Yin raised the broken knife flatly: "I still have one last knife, maybe this is the last trip to the rivers and lakes."

Bai Taki raised his palm: "Please, let me see your Heavenly King Yidao."

Breathing heavily, he held the broken knife with one arm, lowered his figure slightly, and took a step forward.

The knife is bright.

He is the knife.

The guests present, or outside the long street, countless rivers and lakes people wearing swords heard the continuous ding-ding sound of the weapons in the scabbard and scabbard.

Fengli and Lan Xiangxue suppressed their weapons, but Tai'a and Chengying were still trembling.

Qin Buhui caressed Mo Xie, and said in a low voice, "This child seems to be afraid of something..."