I Became an Anonymous Boss

Shadow spread his hands: "Look with your eyes, he doesn't want us to intervene, wait a minute."

Brother Mo shook his head: "A man's self-esteem is causing trouble."

Shadow scratched his head: "Do you think Uncle Feng won?"

Brother Mo said: "As long as he is not afraid of death, he can win."

……

The knife on the imperial path had already flown away.

Lan Xiangxue and Fengli looked at the other side of the earthquake and mountains at the same time.

They want to go, but can't.

The strength is too weak, even standing nearby will distract the young master, so he can only stay here, holding the sword, venting his anger at the stone for no reason.

The ground shaking inside the Sitianjian, Qin Buhui grabbed the alchemist of the Sitianjian as a target in advance and scattered the fire. The fight was lively, but left the main party, King Yong, standing alone in the Sitianjian At the gate, there is a dilemma.

King Yong, who has never suffered much in his life, must be extremely ashamed in his heart. He had to hold back his anger, swallow all his dissatisfaction, and not show it, otherwise any woman present would be able to draw his sword Give him to the shark.

He has to live, he has to live, and only by living can he have hope, and only by living can he have a conclusion.

King Yong clenched his five fingers tightly, and the heart-pounding pain hit him. In the heavy rain in the capital city where the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, his heart growled like a wild beast.

...I'm going to die here?

... How could I die here!

At this time, King Yong suddenly heard a voice, so familiar that it made him sick.

"—Nan Xiaofeng!"

The boundless rain was falling, and in the pouring rain, a figure in a brocade robe approached.

The brocade robe has a python pattern, a white python pattern, only a prince is qualified to wear it...it was his robe.

"Who is it!" King Yong roared, "How dare you call me by my name!"

Someone tore off the python robe and threw it on his head and face. The coat was split in two by King Yong in mid-air.

King Yong grasped the weapon protecting his body, and when the brocade clothes slipped to the sides, he clearly saw a young man ten steps away. It was a face exactly like his.

"It's you!"

"It's me!" Nan Xiaofeng's eyes were cold and severe: "I'm back again."

King Yong was stunned, holding his saber and laughing loudly: "Oh, you ran back now, you are lucky, and you didn't die on the way!"

"It's not fate, it's fate." Nan Xiaofeng said in a low voice, "Because I'm still alive, so... you should die."

King Yong sneered: "Kill me? How dare you kill me? Why do you kill me! Just because of you..."

Nan Xiaofeng said calmly: "Let me tell you something, King Yong, something you don't know at all."

"Grandpa Jianzheng didn't hesitate to gamble all his cultivation to carry out the differentiation ceremony, but in fact, he never completely completed it."

"Aren't you surprised? Why can I live well, but you need to borrow other people's hearts to live?"

King Yong's expression froze: "What do you want to say!"

Nan Xiaofeng raised the simple carving knife in his hand: "Originally, we can only live as one. If one person is divided into two, how can both live? Only by killing the other can the remaining one live better."

... I was the first to wake up, but I failed to listen to the words of Grandpa Supervisor and made up my mind to kill, but chose to escape.

...The momentary weakness has turned into the current result. Your ambitions, your actions, and your sins are half of mine.

…Today I will finish what I failed to accomplish back then and make up for it.

He said in a low voice and decisively: "It's time to make a complete end!"

King Yong was completely enraged, and his eyes were reddened: "Okay, then I will kill you with my own hands! If you die by my hands, you will have to rest in peace!"

Under the rain, the fighting knife and the carving knife collided, sparks burst out, and were extinguished by the heavy rain. The expressions of the two people illuminated by the thunder were extremely ferocious.

……

Not far away, three girls were sitting beside the carriage sheltering from the rain. They made eye contact, each showing subtle expressions.

Little Guanyin asked honestly.

"Why are they pulling their hair?"

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Watching the fights of masters a lot, and then watching the intrigue and fighting of ordinary people, you will feel that it is not exciting enough no matter how you look at it.

Ordinary people practice martial arts, [-]% of them can only practice external skills, and they can't learn what true energy is for a lifetime. There are many rural farmers who can't get started after half their lives. Out of true energy, [-]% of them will not be able to practice the Xiantian realm, and it is difficult even for the Houtian Nine majors to be perfect. A martial artist who has perfected the inner world can actually go to some small families to be a guard and coach.

The word Qi machine, for a master, is as abundant as a river, and as rich as the fungal equipment in World War II.

But most people's dantian can only accommodate a small fish tank. What is raised in the small fish tank?But one or two small shrimps and fry, if they can't be released, they can't be overwhelmed.

It's like a scholar writing a book, full of talent, profound artistic conception, and thought-provoking. Some people can easily get started, and some people can't get started no matter how they write. In a word, it is all due to the limitation of talent.

The fight between King Yong and Uncle Feng was full of turmoil at the bottom of the rivers and lakes.

Coupled with the heavy rain, the ground was broken, and the two fighting couldn't care what they were thinking, so they rolled around on the spot, with all kinds of mud on their bodies. point.

But this can be regarded as the most real rivers and lakes.

The rivers and lakes that cut mountains and seas with one sword and one sword do not belong to the vast majority of people. Most people's rivers and lakes are not chic and free.

There is no flying over the eaves and walls to express gratitude and enmity, there is no master to fight against the top of the Forbidden City, and the immortals fly thousands of miles with their swords.

Uncle Feng has been away from Nantang for many years, and he walked in the most desolate arena. He was even coaxed into joining a demon organization, like the unlucky guy who went out to work and ended up in a pyramid scheme.

What advanced martial arts he can understand, and how much energy he can circulate, it is clear that he does not even have the possibility of exploding.

Even though his arena was full of poor and down-and-out market atmosphere, at the end of the day, it was inevitably a bit tragic.

King Yong's force was a bit higher than him.

It's not that King Yong really worked hard to learn martial arts. He can't talk about hard work, and his strength is only at the ordinary eighth stage of Qi training. Most likely, he was promoted by taking pills and soaking in medicinal baths. Compared with disciples from rich families It's not going anywhere.

But he is ruthless.

He didn't hesitate at all when he swung the knife. He raised the knife and chopped down, and with a famous knife in his hand, the knife's aura looked very sharp.

Well, look at...

Lan Xiangxue and Fengli didn't pay attention to this side at all, and only Xiaoguanyin couldn't see the heavenly king's aura in the distance, but could only watch two identical but completely different people fighting each other with knives.

The blood in the shoulder was bleeding and drying.

Uncle Feng squeezed his expression... it really hurts.

he thought.

Fortunately, it rained heavily, and the rain washed away the drool left in the corners of his eyes, otherwise he might be ashamed in public.

You can’t blame him either, the shadows are responsible for the beatings on weekdays, he and Brother Mo are in charge of breaking out and selling, and they haven’t done it a few times with real swords and guns, and their actual combat experience is similar to that of the village butcher, beating dogs and killing chicken Yes, I'm afraid it's impossible to fight.

Uncle Feng is indeed not very good, but King Yong is not much better.

Holding a famous knife in his hand, he can't exert its power at all. To say that the jewel is dusty is a compliment, just like having a pistol in his hand, but King Yong can't even find the safety and trigger, otherwise there is no need to shoot it at all. .

Soon, King Yong, who had killed someone with a knife for the first time, was also out of breath.

"Tired?" Uncle Feng squeezed out a mocking expression: "That's all."

"you wanna die!"

"Nonsense, what am I going to do if you don't seek death? You can't cut off your head here. It's shameful. I still want to be an emperor with this ability. Pooh!"

"Ahh! Look at the knife!"

King Yong was furious. It wasn't that he had lost his mind, but that he was suffering continuously today, coupled with heavy psychological pressure, which made his mentality already out of balance. It would be strange to be able to calm down at this time.

Anger brought impulsiveness, and the impulsiveness made him only take a few breaths, and then forcefully raised his true energy again and slashed.

Under the extreme anger, King Yong's sword technique became more fierce, and he lost his aim when opening and closing, but his speed and strength were even greater.

The light of the knife hit his head and face, and Uncle Feng was almost hit on the head by the sharp knife several times.

He seemed to be dancing on the tip of a knife, but he was able to narrowly avoid fatal injuries every time. Although there were many wounds on his body, he relied on his physique of transforming demons to hold on and did not stop to dodge.

Uncle Feng once talked about these things with Shirataki when they were traveling. At that time, they talked about everything, and they mentioned it in the halfway chat.

It's rare to see the top few masters in the world, and Uncle Feng may not have the idea of ​​asking for a trick of "immortal guidance".

It's a pity that his foundation is too poor. After a simple test, Shirataki said that your situation is already in the advanced stage of handicap, and you can't teach it at all.

Uncle Feng asked, in case of a life-and-death crisis and had to work hard, what should we do to ensure the survival rate as much as possible.

Following Doctor Strange, Shirataki raised a finger and said only one word.

--roll!

Roll up and don't stop.

The reality is not a game, there is no invincible frame for tumbling, and tumbling will also make you lose your vision, so you can't use it indiscriminately.

And the rolling that Shirataki said refers to... random rolling.

As long as even the other party can't find your rolling pattern, as long as your rolling speed is fast enough, you can instantly open up three positions, which is very easy to use.

People with insufficient martial arts background tend to value the stability of the bottom line, but many people are not good at defending the bottom line. Once they are attacked by the three lanes, they will fall into a passive position. Rolling also has the effect of disrupting the opponent's rhythm.

Uncle Feng rolled around together, and the effect was quite good against King Yong, who was gradually losing his wits after being out of breath. He even found the right opportunity to stab him in the leg after the roll.

There were a few more knife wounds on King Yong's body, and the rhythm of the knife technique was completely out of order, and he lost his square inch.

The Qi machine in his body was almost exhausted, and his whole body was unstoppably sore and tired.

Seeing Uncle Feng who was still rolling around, he was even more annoyed.

... You can roll in the mud, and live a humble life in the rivers and lakes without dignity.

...Since they all decided to leave the past behind, why did you come back!

...I'm different from you, I can't let go of what you can easily let go, I want revenge, so I must not die here!

King Yong could hardly hold the knife anymore.

He held his breath, squeezed out a new incomplete strength, no longer slashed, but clamped the knife with his arm, like a cavalry charging, he directly slammed into Nan Xiaofeng who was already approaching the edge of the wall.