I Became an Anonymous Boss

He soared again and continued to choose to resist.

Hongyujian was spiritual, and felt the power of resistance. After being hindered, his aura rose sharply, trying to directly crush the person who was trying to move the sword mountain.

Shirataki retreated slowly towards the ground, every time he fell behind, a layer of ripples would be created in the air.

This time, he supported for nearly thirty seconds, and when he landed, his hands trembled slightly.

At this time, Jianshan is less than the last thousand meters away from Xianxiang, and it is majestic and unstoppable.

Shirataki chose to take a breath, and at the same time pulled out the Immortal Slaying Saber from under his sleeve.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, he rushed to the sky again, and the afterimage of his sleeves drew a white arc in the air. The three small mountain peaks were swept away by the energy brewing in his palm, and were cut off by the middle. He spread his palm and used his hand as a knife , Cut to Jianshan.

Swords meet.

The Immortal Slicing Knife was broken at the touch, and Bai Taki's palm was dripping with blood.

Hongyu pierced into the skin, and Qinghong Sword Mountain pressed down a hundred meters.

Shirataki used his arm as a knife, so the damaged palm flesh was only a part of the blade, he continued to fight with a blank expression.

At the same time, the air mechanism in the body circulates endlessly, with a light move of the left hand, the shattered mountain peak turns into a giant rock dragon. Crash into the sword mountain.

Stone dragon, dark fire, thunder dragon, colorless water... In addition to maintaining the awe-inspiring righteousness of his family, country and world, Shirataki released hundreds of visions of the heavenly king in just one breath.

Jianshan fell another [-] meters.

The palm of Shirataki was pierced halfway by the Hongyu Sword from the side, the sword pierced through the flesh and bones, and cut the hand little by little.

The majestic Hongyu sword is still there, and more than half of the blue light on the sword mountain has disappeared, but there are still more than [-] sword energy and sword intent left.

Gradually lost the momentum of the previous momentum, for the first time there was a slight pause.

The scarlet blood flowed down the sleeve of the arm, staining most of the sleeve red, and was chopped into fine red raindrops by the sword energy.

Jianshan fell another [-] meters, less than half a kilometer away from the ground.

Bai Taki's right palm was severed by Hongyu Sword, half of the palm fell to the ground.

He used his left hand to hold the blade of the green sword.

The sword's edge pierced through the palm in less than ten seconds, across the palm, and half pierced into Shirataki's chest.

There are more than [-] sword qi and sword intent remaining on the sword mountain buzzing, the more it gets to the end, the more it is the end of the crossbow, the more heroic it looks.

Holding the sword, Bai Taki watched the sword piercing through him little by little, from the center of his chest, leaving a hideous wound, the wound was shredded by the sword energy, and countless green rainbows collided in his meridians.

The stranger frowned, his white clothes stained with blood.

It hurts, it must hurt.

This move was the strongest sword move Shirataki had ever seen, bar none.

Jianshan carries [-] sword intents on his back, and he is a sight to behold, but the threat to him is actually not that great, because Bai Taki can choose not to accept this move.

It's a pity that there is this fairy island under his feet, even if it is a Confucian saint's family country, the world may not be able to stop it, he dare not hide, and he can't hide.

It is not difficult to kill Wu Qinghong, but no one can stop this kendo leader who is going to risk his life with his sword.

His last sword is powerful, with the spirit of dying, rushing to the bullfight, breaking the world.

Bai Taki was pierced through the chest by this sword, it was very miserable, as if he had no more strength, he could no longer catch the sword.

It was less than the last hundred meters from the ground.

He was about to fall to the ground, and was crucified here by the hill formed by the last few hundred sword qi and sword intent.

Being number one in the world is not invincible in the world.

i lost...

I pretend~

Bai Taki suddenly opened his eyes, and pinched the bright blue light of Hongyu, the weakest part of the sword was the middle of the sword body.

The true nature of the demon appeared, and the dark phantom disappeared in a flash, tearing the sword mountain, which was also at the end of its strength, into two pieces.

The demon grinned and bit the spirit sword.

After losing the blessing of Jianshan, the spirit sword was distorted into two almost parallel pieces.

Finally, with a clang sound, the sword broke into two pieces, and a generation of spirit sword was twisted abruptly by Bai Taki, like a bird with its wings broken, losing all its spirituality.

After landing thirty meters, Shirataki adjusted his posture in the air, landed on both feet, and let out a breath.

He unhurriedly pulled out the half-cut sword from his body, bringing out a bunch of blood.

Then he threw it casually, and the broken sword was left with a green rainbow, repelling Luo Wuxiu who was trying to pick up the leak. The Shura Knife in his hand collided with the broken sword, and the sharp blade opened a hole in the Shura Knife, shattering one of his limbs at the same time .

The first-rank Hades fled back and forth, keeping silent like a cicada.

Bai Taki held the broken sword and threw it in front of Wu Qinghong.

Wu Qinghong held up the spirit sword Hongyu with trembling hands, and the two swords of Qing Gang and Wuyong trembled slightly in grief.

The kendo leader, who was already too old to speak, sat on the ground, and he let go of his hand, as if he had let go a lot.

He said: "These two swords are given to you... Treat them kindly for me..."

After all, Wu Qinghong died in the rivers and lakes.

Ended the final battle of the kendo leader in this life.

From the beginning to the end, this swordsman never made a move against Mingyue Township, nor did he have any excuses.

He is from the rivers and lakes and a swordsman, so life and death are rivers and lakes, and he has no regrets when he has achieved the sword of the earth fairy.

He left without any regrets, very free and easy.

Shirataki looked down at the sword hole in his chest.

"...Tsk!"

A slap in the face is better than a million swear words.

Another first-rank expert left.

Shirataki turned his gaze sideways, and said flatly to the remaining two First Ranks in the distance and high place: "Next, it's your turn."

Yama's expression was terrified, and his expression was cloudy and uncertain.

"Being defeated by you is my acknowledgment... From now on, I can swear that I will never step into the world again..."

Seeing Bai Taki's still indifferent gaze, he gritted his teeth and said, "You can also entrust the governance of the Ten Temples of Ghosts to you!"

When he said this, he was handing over his thousand-year foundation, just to exchange his life.

Bai Taki said indifferently: "Do you think your death is more important to me, or the interests you proposed are more important to me?"

Luo Wuxiu was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

Shirataki said flatly, "The answer is that it doesn't matter."

Luo Wuxiu asked: "Then what's important?"

Shirataki sneered: "Without you, it's very important to me."

That's it, there's nothing left to say.

Luo Wuxiu was still struggling, and burst into a loud roar: "Boy surnamed Bai, you insist on forcing me to fight to the death with you!"

Bai Taki asked puzzled: "Where did the fish die and the net was broken? It is obvious that the egg hits the rock."

Hades was furious, he could bow his head once, but it is impossible to bow his head a second time.

Yipin who has lived for more than a thousand years naturally has his own reserve and bottom line. Since life and death are inevitable, he can only choose the last path.

Luo Wuxiu said in a low voice: "You regret it!"

The gate of ghosts opened again, and infinite Yin Qi surged out. This time, what appeared was not Yin soldiers and ghost generals, but pitch-black ghost fire.

In the ghost creature, the infinite fire was ignited, and millions of evil spirits were thrown into it as fuel, and the violently expanding energy was released wantonly.

The ghost gate opened, and looking through the gate, it seemed that a dark sun appeared in the sky.

Luo Wuxiu sneered, since you care so much about this fairy island and Mingyue Township, then I will destroy this place!

If you fight to the death, you may still have a chance of survival.

Big deal, wait another thousand years!

He was about to completely release that round of dark fire and black sun.

But an afterimage flashed in front of his eyes, and the young man walked up to him with small steps, as if shrinking to an inch, he had already walked in front of him in an inch, and then he flicked his palm lightly.

The world has changed suddenly, from a real landscape with clear edges and corners to a freehand painting of black and white landscapes.

Even the ghost gate that was enough to cover the sky and the sun became the background of a few scribbles.

He couldn't feel the existence of the ghost gate, and the connection was cut off.

The young man in white was less than ten steps away from him, walking in the ink-colored scroll, the blood from the wound dripped into the scroll, and in the world of black and white, red manjusawa bloomed.

"I said before, there is no such thing as a dead fish..."

"Wu Qinghong's sword move is special. It belongs to the free-hand sword technique. When he makes a move, he dies from exhaustion. Besides, I also want to see his full strength."

"But you are different. I'm not particularly interested in the ghost cultivator. If you can create a nuclear fusion, maybe I can consider allowing you to go to the Academy of Sciences for further study, but the result is just an explosion with an increased yield. , I’m already tired of watching it.”

He looked at Luo Wuxiu who looked like a remnant ghost in the field, and raised his hand mercilessly.

Shrouded in shadow, Hades fled backwards, panicked and desperate.

It's like every living being who was driven to death by him.

When death is imminent, there are very few who can keep calm, let alone this kind of ghost cultivator who is neither born nor dead.

Having lived for thousands of years, I am even more afraid of death. Seeking the realm of ghosts and immortals is not seeking immortality and detachment.

Still he couldn't escape.

One foot stepped on his soul, and with slow force, crushed his natal soul bone.

"No, no..." Luo Wuxiu no longer had the slightest heroic attitude, screaming and begging for mercy: "Let me go, please..."

"How do you say that sentence?" Bai Taki thought for a while, then put his palms together pretendingly and said, "Amitabha, you are so good."

Breaking the soul bone with one foot.