I Became an Anonymous Boss

The Qi practitioners sensed the aura, they came out of the mountain gate to greet him, and complained.

Sect Master Avalokitesvara frowned when he heard this, and cursed even more: "You son of a bitch, without Tianmen, everyone is crazy, right? Come here to seek death, I want to kill you guys..."

"Calm down, Master!"

"Nonsense, of course I'm calm, I'm only third grade, why don't I go to them to die!" Master Lingshan bit his nails: "How is Mingyue Township?"

"Not optimistic, there may be less than a thousand monsters who survived."

"Fortunately, at least some kindling is left." Master Lingshan heaved a sigh of relief: "It's really dead, but it's over."

"Master, what should we do now?" The young woman asked cautiously, "Should we evacuate?"

"Let him take care of those first-ranks." Master Lingshan sighed: "The sect is here, where can we go if we withdraw?"

"We still can't move." The old woman gritted her teeth: "Is that all?"

Master Lingshan looked at the dilapidated sect, and his eyes flashed twenty times: "It is indeed impossible to let it go like this, but we are not talking about these things now. If this is a man-made disaster, there must be a reason. Is it just a coincidence to find the trace of Longmen here?"

The gate of heaven is broken.

But how many people in the world know Longmen?

Master Lingshan knew because of the inheritance of the sect from generation to generation, but she didn't know where the Longmen was, and the monster clan in Mingyue Township might not know it.

It can be said that these first-class medicines are emergency medicines, but who told them that there will be longevity medicines here?

No...the more immediate question is...

"Why did they find this place?" Master Lingshan frowned, "Maybe the leader of the Taoist sect can find it, but Wu Qinghong, a ghost cultivator and a fool who practiced swords, can't find this place just by intuition."

"Is it possible that Zhao Yuxian revealed it secretly?"

"Suppressing Mingyue Township and Guanyin Sect, any one of them is enough, why do we need so many? Besides, we really found Longmen, one less person will give us a chance, Zhao Yuxian, who follows the law of heaven and is ruthless, would do this to enrich others good thing?"

Master Lingshan sneered: "In the Longhushan sect, his lineage is the most ruthless, and several ethnic groups were slaughtered by him, except for the black dragon hidden in the courtyard of our sect, all others were killed by him."

"It's not Zhao Yuxian, so who leaked the news?" The young woman asked hesitantly, "Will there be a traitor?"

Master Lingshan still shook his head.

She faintly felt that the timing was too coincidental. The four first-rankers gathered here for the sake of Longmen. It is impossible to get the coordinates of the dragon gate.

Because the one who really knows where the Dragon Gate is is not the monster clan in Mingyue Township at all, but...

So what is it for?

Master Lingshan shuddered suddenly, and looked at the roaring sword energy and purple thunder in the distance.

The qi training master staggered, staring at the white robe.

She murmured: "It's a trap..."

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Right now, the two warriors are fighting happily.

Wu Qinghong deserves to be the leader of swordsmanship, a first-rank master who was once equal to Lie Sheng in the art of martial arts, he is a rare martial artist with extremely fast energy flow, he is almost three times as fast as Shirataki, but this is not the case his limit.

The flow of ordinary martial arts energy is about the length of one breath, and the flow of one breath is thousands of miles. After Bai Taki stepped into a higher realm, the circulation of true energy can be three thousand miles per breath, while Wu Qinghong's energy is close to nine thousand miles per breath, which means that his instant Explosive power is far better than ordinary martial arts.

The swordsman is the strongest martial artist in attack, and with his instant burst, he can turn decay into magic.

Once anything reaches the extreme, even a drop of water is enough to penetrate the rock.

A sword aura popped out from Wu Qinghong's fingertips, piercing through the rock dragon rising from the ground, and after smashing the stone dragon, Shirataki was nowhere to be seen. He diffused his perception and let the air suspend countless fine pieces of sword aura. Be aware of every strand of air flow.

In a short time, he caught a little flow of sword energy, and the thin sword energy suddenly condensed, turned into hundreds of sword energy out of thin air, stabbed towards Bai Taki, and a blue rainbow of sword energy burst out in the air, but after it was implemented, Bai Taki did not appear. Taki's figure.

Wu Qinghong realized that he was in a hurry, and what was worse was that he had already drawn his sword three inches ahead of time, causing the sword not to return to its sheath and not fully unsheathed.

Shirataki came from another direction, with a phantom-like clone remaining, and he transformed into dozens in the blink of an eye. He approached, dragging the thunder ax and the purple light switch, pulling out dazzling and blurred afterimages, like a motorcycle racing at high speed in the tail lights.

Wu Qinghong saw dozens of afterimages coming towards him, but he couldn't tell the real from the fake. He held the hilt of the sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other, superimposing the flow of Qi into several levels. The scabbard is lifted up, and the cross is cut, presenting a mathematical coordinate system that divides the world into four equal parts.

However, it didn't work, and almost all the demon phantoms were torn apart.

The ground broke open suddenly, and one hand clasped Wu Qinghong's ankle. The swordsman was startled, and Wuyong sword tried to cut off Bai Taki's wrist. Thousands of feet, fell on a reef.

Shirataki clasped Wu Qinghong's ankles instantly, and rose from the ground, carrying the rolling thunder, and swung him fiercely to the ground. The surrounding ground suddenly collapsed, as if smashed by a fist, leaving only three swordsmen around. Mi was intact, but the sword energy of the body protection was quickly torn apart, Shirataki pulled him to him, and punched him fiercely.

Wu Qinghong, who was suffering so much, was pulled into the category of close combat, and he was beaten violently, which made him miserable.

It was too late to concoct ingenious sword skills and sword moves, and tried to get out of the range, but was soon pulled back.

Wu Qinghong thought to himself, among the martial artists he met in the past, there was no such thing. A martial arts practitioner may have a strong physique, but it is extremely difficult to reach the top of martial arts.

And no matter how strong the body is, it is impossible to resist the sword, but this generally accepted rule of the rivers and lakes is invalid here. If the martial arts is not strong enough, it can only prove that the kung fu is not good enough, the combo is not proficient enough, and the control is not enough.

Bai Taki smashed Wu Qinghong to the ground again, clasped his hands and fingers, and his move became the third move of Sunflower Sanlian.

Wu Qinghong had a premonition that he couldn't stop this move, and with his back against the soft mud, he danced wildly with white hair, and gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Exit!"

The third sword, Hongyu, was drawn out of the sheath.

The moment Hongyu was unsheathed, Hongyu's scabbard shattered into countless pieces. He slapped the ground, turned over and rotated the sword, and the sword was in its original form.

In the dark night, it is like a bright white moon rising.

Even though the sword was drawn hastily, this weapon has already revealed its extraordinary features. Compared with the "useless" of ordinary sharp weapons, the rank of the famous sword "Qinggang" has indeed surpassed the first two swords. Those who are among the "spiritual soldiers" list.

Lingbing is a weapon that gives birth to aura. It is a dead thing, but it conceives a spirituality.

Every spirit weapon is the treasure of each sect, and there is one in Tianxiang Pavilion, which is called Feiyuezhaixing.

The Taibai Sword Sect naturally also has it, and it is rumored that there are three in total, one of which is used by the head of the sect, one is used by the elders of punishment, and the last one is Hongyu in Wu Qinghong's hand.

This spirit weapon is a tempered spirit weapon. It has not been sheathed for many years and is very picky about its users.

Wu Qinghong didn't use it often because he didn't realize his level enough to fully control the sword.

At this time, it has to be used.

The blockbuster spirit sword is like a newly born urchin, just about to hit the blockbuster, but it is greeted with a blow.

Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard.

Shirataki clasped the round sword with five fingers, crushed it to pieces, and slashed at the edge of Hongyu's sword with his backhand.

With a sound of "Dang", Wu Qinghong staggered back, retreating thirty feet.

The corner of the sword leader's mouth overflowed with blood, staining his white beard and long beard red.

The leader of the swordsman let out a long breath and asked, "Why don't you use moves? Could it be that you look down on me and think Wu is unworthy?"

Shirataki raised his eyebrows: "In your opinion, am I useless in moves?"

Wu Qinghong said: "Wu has been practicing swordsmanship for many years, and he has been immersed in swordsmanship, not swordsmanship all his life... The heart of seeking Tao is not mine. I am just amazed at the exquisite swordsmanship. What I have been seeking in my life is swordsmanship that can reach the realm of immortality with one move. "

The spirit sword in his hand trembled slightly, and a lot of cyan rainbow light flowed from Wu Qinghong's body, which was sword energy and sword intent, as if countless fireflies poured into the spirit sword, polishing the sword little by little.

"When people walk on the ground, they will leave footprints and traces, but in the end they will be covered by wind and sand and disappear without a trace."

"I can die, but I can't tolerate my sword skills being buried and forgotten by the world."

Shirataki moved a bit, but instead of approaching, he retreated.

The continuous condensing of shallow glows made him feel some kind of danger.

He could interrupt it with a shot, but he didn't choose to do so. First, he was worried that the opponent was cheating, and second, he felt... It would be a pity if he couldn't use this sword.

"There are many swordsmanship in the world, but none of them can surpass the shackles of realm."

"I have observed countless times and retreated for many years, but in the end I still got nothing. I didn't realize a trick, but I broke it. I wasted half a year in vain."

"Then one day, I went to a place and found a tomb in a sect. The disciples of the sect took their swords from among the sword mounds, and they had to send their swords back when they died. There are many swords here. In the sword mound, the breath is dead silent, but the sword energy is still, like a mountain of swords."

"From then on, I had an idea..."

"If thousands of swordsmanship can be integrated into one furnace, it will definitely become a phenomenon."

"If swordsmanship becomes a mountain of swords, this move may be the transcendent sword that I have been pursuing all my life."

Wu Qinghong said in a low voice, only talking to herself, her eyes were not in focus, she had no enemies and no ego.

"Rotten grass becomes fireflies."

The kendo leader raised his eyes.

A layer of majestic cyan light appeared on Wu Qinghong's face, and the flow of playthings in the air seemed to be at a standstill, only the majestic sword energy was endless.

"I, with Hongyu as the leader, will summon the world's swordsmanship."

"The wisps of cyan fireflies are all swordsmanship and sword intent, different ways..."

"Just ask, can the firefly cut the sun and the moon!"

Wu Qinghong confided in her mind for a century.

He threw the Lingjian Hongyu into the sky, and Qinghong broke through the sea of ​​clouds and soared upwards.

A moment later, the huge shadow broke through the clouds and came to the sky, forming a majestic upside-down sword mountain.

It is like a mountain like an abyss, like a river like a waterfall.

With his ultimate swordsmanship evolution, he raised his swordsmanship to a state close to Tao, and when he really simulated the mountain of a thousand swords, his swordsmanship was no longer close to Tao, but infinitely close to the realm of earth fairy.

The leader of the swordsmanship was extremely satisfied, but he fell to the ground after drawing the sword, his face was wrinkled in the blink of an eye, and his breath was silky.

All one's life seeks only one sword, and if one strikes, it means going to the end.

Wu Qinghong is almost useless.

Bai Taki no longer looked at him, but faced the sword mountain he had summoned with his lifelong cultivation, and suddenly felt empathy for his grandson monkey.

Shaking his head to abandon this weird idea, he shook his shoulders, and took off for the first attempt without any psychological pressure.

Dressed in white, he bumped into Qinghong Sword Mountain.

One with his back to the sky, and the other with his back to the ground, like a confrontation between heaven and earth.

Shirataki was small in stature, as if he was trying to lift a huge pyramid by himself. He seemed to be facing only a Hongyu Spiritual Sword, but the Hongyu Spiritual Sword carried the thousand and ninety-nine treasures that Wu Qinghong spent most of his life collecting. Hundreds of sword techniques.

With just one collision, Shirataki fell back to the ground, smashing a side peak.