I Became an Anonymous Boss

Tianmo sneered, indifferent, clasped a bone spur with his left and right hands, broke three, kicked two, and the remaining three bit his shoulder and lower abdomen, leaving a blood hole the size of a bowl.

But the young man's right hand was also like an indomitable spear, piercing directly into the center of his already empty lower abdomen, with five fingers clenched tightly, clasping the cold and thorny spine.

With five fingers exerting force, there was a clicking sound.

The big devil's eyes burst into anger: "Let go!"

He didn't care about resisting the sword energy above his head, and let the sword energy flow down his head and face. His broken left hand was used as a bone spear and pierced Bai Taki's back, intending to force him to withdraw his right hand. If he didn't let go, he would die with a broken arm.

Shirataki turned his body sideways, clasped the bone spur with his left hand, his five fingers were dripping with blood.

Fang Xuanji grabbed Bai Taki's left shoulder with his right hand, pierced his five fingers into the flesh, and pulled out five deep gullies where the bones could be seen.

Coupled with the continuous falling clouds, qi and sword rain, waves of ripples erupted in the air.

Shirataki coughed out a mouthful of blood, but the murderousness and coldness in his eyes became more and more intense.

The spine under the right hand creaked, like a frozen lake with cracks spreading continuously in winter.

Fang Xuanji suddenly heard a clear and shattering sound, his mind buzzed, and immediately the world spun.

Bai Taki withdrew his right hand suddenly, the big demon's waist was broken, and he was torn in two, half of his body fell to the ground.

Pull the lower body and hit the ground.

The black silk floor shattered, and a pitch-black flame burned on half of the demon's body, turning into a cloud of black smoke.

Shirataki was bleeding profusely all over his body, his appearance was tragic.

He shook his hands indifferently, and then lowered his hands to look at the big demon, who was only half of his body remaining, encouraging him to crawl.

"I'm thinking of giving you a big gift."

The young man grinned.

"How about giving you 'Despair'?"

Fighting to the death is a competition to see who is more ruthless to oneself.

In the competition of physique, he won't lose to anyone, but facing this monster, the situation is another matter.

If you get injured, you will lose your combat power, but the opponent won't. You have to keep cutting off his body parts in order to actually cause damage... It's similar to Toukiden, the knocked out parts must be removed.

Bai Taki doesn't have the mentality of a son of a daughter who can't sit still. After several lives and deaths, he has already understood the physique that the demon will not die, so naturally he has no unnecessary fear. Never lose money.

He is not afraid of changing one for another, but Fang Xuanji is afraid of death.

Those who are afraid of death cannot win against those who are not afraid of death. This has been the case since ancient times.

Bai Taki looked at Fang Xuanji, who only had his upper body left, and said calmly, "You don't want to be reincarnated."

Fang Xuanji stepped back.

Shirataki dropped his sword and cut off the part other than the left shoulder, and the left shoulder was removed.

He continued to swing the sword, and the continuous sword light flickered, as if he was holding a meat knife in his hand.Lift off layers of skin and flesh, and cut off every single tendon and bone.

In the tide-like sword energy, the outer skeleton of the big demon was stripped clean, chopped and cut, and the broken body turned into wisps of ink and disappeared.

Only the skeleton of the big demon's burly upper body remained.

He suffered heavy injuries one after another, and there was not much power left, as if he had lost his last strength.

While crawling hard, he suddenly changed his posture and turned around suddenly, a bright red flash suddenly shot out from his blood-colored pupils.

The light flashed by, and Shirataki turned his head sideways, avoiding this "killing with eyes" surprise attack.

Fang Xuanji's eyes were bleeding: "You, how could you guess..."

Shirataki said: "Thanks to Araki, because this scene is too restored."

Clang!

The Cong Yun sword pierced Fang Xuanji's chest, and lifted up the half-remaining monster, just like a cavalry would pick up the corpse of an infantryman and stab it.

Shirataki's wrist raised his head, and more blood spurted from the wound, but he didn't care.

Just looking at the monster who looks like a broken wastebasket, it is hard to imagine that half an hour ago, this person was the only Confucian saint in the world.

Anyone who is a human being will not end up like this, at least when buried in the soil, it must be a neat piece.

"I don't really like execution, but there are some things I have to do..."

Bai Taki raised his arms slightly, and said in a cold tone, "It's time to end, Fang Xuanji."

"It won't end if you kill me."

The big devil held Cong Yunjian firmly: "You kill me, so what? I'm just the first one, and I won't be... the last one."

"Perhaps so."

Bai Taki said indifferently: "So you must die. If you don't die, you will give them a reason to be unscrupulous? And I am a foreigner, even if I become a sword holder, it doesn't matter."

My surname is not Cheng!

"Okay, it's almost done, you should be on your way." Bai Taki said: "I don't care about your tragic past at all. Now... it's just a falling sword to kill someone. Before I die, let me tell you, lose There's no shame in giving it to me."

Fang Xuanji gritted his teeth, he didn't have any fear, he just felt unwilling.

Humiliation, unwillingness, anger, resentment, endless emotions rolled in his chest. He stepped into the fairyland of the earth for five hundred years. He was originally an invincible opponent in the world.

In the end, he will die here.

Bai Taki slashed his sword towards Fang Xuanji's head, about to kill Fang Xuanji with his sword.

At this time, a roar was heard.

Shirataki's sword failed to fall, he coughed up bright red blood, and the blood spread into mist in mid-air, as if he had been hit hard.

The impacts continued, round after round!

The sound was continuous, and after about thirteen times, Shirataki retreated slumped, resting his palms on the ground.

He looked up at the sky, a twilight light fell, lingering with fairy music, and lingering sounds. This ray of light from the sky was invisible but had quality, and it directly tore apart the ink painting scroll constructed by karma.

Where is Xianxiang?

heaven!

……

In Nantang City, the suzerain of Floating Water Avalokitesvara had a black thread falling from her head, and three thousand threads of troubles were cut off in an instant.

She looked up at the sky, her pupils constricted violently.

The Tianzhu collapsed, the Tianmen was destroyed, the people on the earth could not go to the sky, and the immortals in the sky could not return to the world.

At this time, the collapsed Tianzhu fell down again, like a meteorite, falling to the earth.

The power of the collapsing celestial pillar tore apart the realm built by Shirataki.

This is definitely not something that can be done in the first-rank realm, it must be the work of the immortals in the sky!

"Fairy..."

"Why do you want to shoot!"

Sect Master Guanyin asked sharply: "Are you going to let Fang Xuanji become a demon?"

No one answered, only the collapse of the Tianzhu was deafening.

Shirataki's wound opened, and he became a blood man in an instant, unable to lift his sword at all. He closed his right eye, raised his left eye, and looked at the sky with red pupils. If he still had extra strength, he would definitely scold his mother.

——Cao Nima's land gods, you Yuan Tritium Forest have drunk too much!

——What’s the matter with me pretending, isn’t it just a sentence, as for direct space-based weapons to target me, an outsider!

In Shirataki's heart, [-] alpacas began to ride on top of the heavenly man's head and output crazily.

He also knew that it was absolutely impossible to cause such a result just because of his own words.

It can only be said that this group of earth immortals hope that Fang Xuanji will become a great demon, and they are happy to see it happen!

... But, why?

Shirataki doesn't understand, maybe the whole world doesn't understand, only those who have crossed the gate of heaven will understand, because the position is different, and the interests are also different.

No matter what the celestial beings were thinking, Bai Taki was completely defeated by this space-based weapon at this time, with internal and external injuries superimposed, and he was already unable to stand firmly.

He almost turned into Yamcha on the spot.

Once he falls, the karma dissipates, and the opponent will recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In fact, from the moment the domain was broken, Fang Xuanji's body had already begun to regenerate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a large number of new parts gushed out from the body of the big demon who had been cut into a stick bracket.

But at the same time, Shirataki is also recovering.

He is also a demon, and the recovery speed of the two inhumans is almost the same, but Bai Taki was injured more severely, and the fragments of the sky pillar were still pressed on his head, so he couldn't get up for a while. This is almost a fatal time difference!

Fang Xuanji looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Heaven will not kill me! You have no chance to kill me again!"

The water was rolling, Shirataki looked back, and there was a river of blood rushing from the other end of the imperial road.

A complete river of blood, once it merges with the big devil's Fang Xuanji, may give birth to a real devil lord, and the current him may not be able to match.

suffered...

Shirataki got up to chase, but staggered a step.

The bloody tide is approaching, and the tide hits the face.

At that time, a ray of light fell, Master Lingshan formed a mudra with his hands, exhaled a breath, and the two disciples held vases in the air, forming a three-talent formation.

"Here we will block it!" Sect Master Avalokitesvara slashed through the waves of the blood river with a sword, and shouted, "Go and kill this demon! He must not be left alive!"

Bai Taki swallowed the blood in his throat, his energy was continuously boiling, and he said in a low voice, "It's easy to say..."

But this matter, indeed, can only be done by him.

Others couldn't kill Fang Xuanji, and couldn't kill the Great Demon!

Fang Xuanji had already turned his head and ran. At the same time that the blood river was intercepted, his legs had been regenerated. He deliberately concentrated all his strength on his legs to speed up the regeneration. He touched the ground with his toes, swept across the Qianzhang imperial road, and rushed straight to the outside of Nantang city. .

Shirataki straightened his back, and Zidian galloped. Wherever it passed, a strong wind pressure was formed. The trees on both sides of the road rose from the ground, and blue bricks flew into the sky. back.

The big devil didn't care about it, even while running, the injury was recovering quickly.

Shirataki went up later and approached, without the suppression of karma, both sides opened fire.