Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

"Wannianhong, I heard that your sword is very fast?" The young master in a brocade robe and holding an ordinary weapon said, with a smile in his eyes.

Hearing his words, the young man with disheveled hair and holding an iron sword slowly raised his head and said in a deep voice, "The dead know whether my sword is fast or not."

"Isn't this guy too arrogant?"

"That's right, who is Mr. Su? The number one master in a thousand miles, accepting his challenge is to look up to him. This guy really doesn't know how to praise him."

……

There was a lot of discussion around, which made the expression on Young Master Jinyi's face even more smug.

"This sword of mine costs 30 taels of gold, and it is a fairy sword." Young Master Jinyi tapped the long sword lightly, and it vibrated.

"You have to think about challenging me."

The long sword stretched out slowly, and the coolness coming out of the sword made the onlookers back away.

The huge square suddenly became empty.

"If I win, the sword is mine. If I lose, my life is yours." Wan Nianhong's voice was deep and hoarse, not like a young swordsman, but like an old man.

"Haha, good, my son is short of a servant who can fight!" Su Shangzhu let out a long roar, and the sword in his hand drew a bright light, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

There was a distance of several feet between the two, but Su Shangzhu swung his sword, and the light of the sword and the figure instantly broke through the space, and the sword edge cut towards Wannianhong.

"warehouse--"

Wan Nianhong drew the long sword out of its sheath, and subconsciously blocked the blade in front of her.

It's a pity, how can an iron sword be the opponent of Fanqi.

The iron sword broke into two without a sound, and the blade of the mortal weapon rubbed against Wannianhong's chest, leaving a foot-long bloodstain.

Blood splattered.

"you lose."

Pointing the long sword obliquely, Su Shangzhu said coldly.

Wan Nianhong fell to the ground, with blood gushing from his chest, and only a foot-long broken sword remained in his hand.

"The sword is here, so we haven't lost yet." Struggling to stand up, Wan Nianhong coughed up blood while raising his hand to break the sword.

"It hurts like this with one sword, and you still challenge the third son Su? What a joke!"

"That's right, isn't this courting death?"

The weak don't need sympathy, and the weak who carry it to death are not worth it.

There was no one around to dissuade Wan Nianhong, and more people wanted to see him be beheaded by the third son Su and achieve the prestige of the third son.

"Since you want to die, I will help you." Su Shangzhu's voice became cold, and he lightly pressed the sword in his hand, and the light of the sword drew a shooting star.

"puff--"

The sword's edge passed through Wannianhong's chest in response to the sound, and came out through the body, and the dark red blood gushed out along the long sword like a spring.

"you lose……"

Wannianhong's broken sword's only remaining blade touched Su Shangzhu's throat, and the blade was cold, leaving a bloodstain.

"Shameless!"

"So treacherous!"

"Little man—"

Ignoring other people's words, Wannianhong broke the sword in his hand and pressed another point.

Su Shangzhu's hand holding the sword slowly let go.

"You won." These words came out extremely sour.

Upon hearing his words, Wan Nianhong took back the broken sword, pressed the long sword stuck in her chest with one hand, and stepped back step by step until she reached the edge of the square.

"warehouse--"

When he swung his sword, countless floor tiles exploded and flew, setting off a cloud of smoke and dust.

"The villain, you actually hurt the innocent!"

"Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you win the third son. If you have the ability, you can meet with the Sa family!"

……

There was chaos, and when the smoke and dust cleared, Wannianhong's figure had disappeared.

Zhao Yang looked at the place where Wannianhong disappeared, his eyes showed a thoughtful expression.

"It doesn't matter how many treasures there are, in the end it's not the sword in the hand that speaks?" An old voice sounded in Zhao Yang's ear, as if warning him.

Zhao Yang stood there without saying a word.

After a long time, the people around the square gradually dispersed, leaving only Su Shangzhu standing there alone in despair.

"Why don't you go?"

Su Shangzhu suddenly made a sound.

"I think the final winner is you." Zhao Yang said loudly.

There was a smile on Su Shangzhu's face, his whole body was full of sword intent, and the surrounding lights were spinning. Zhao Yang followed him into the sect, learning swordsmanship, beheading demons all the way, and competing with fellow practitioners. His cultivation level continued to improve, and his swordsmanship cultivation base also reached a very high level. .

Surprisingly, the sect that Su Shangzhu worshiped was Zhongzhou Baizhan Jiange, one of the four major sword sects in the world.

3000 years later, Su Shangzhu, as the three sword kings of the Baizhan Jiange, fought against the Elder Wannian, the guardian of the Sword Sect of the Great Snow Mountain in the Northern Territory.

In this battle, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the monsters in the Beibin sea bowed their heads.

In the end, the Elder Wannian, the protector of the Snow Mountain Sword Sect, was superior and defeated Su Shangzhu of the Sword Pavilion of Hundred Battles by the sword.

"3000 years ago, you were no match for me, and 3000 years later, the result is still the same." Sealing his throat with a sword, the white-haired Wannian face was turned upside down, turning into a young man with messy hair, holding a mortal spear in his hand. sword.

"Yeah, you won."

The luster in Su Shangzhu's eyes was dim, and his figure fell into the dust.

died?

Zhao Yang was completely stunned, how could this be possible, Su Shangzhu died, how could he still see his remnant soul?

I have followed this remnant soul for 3000 years, and watched him practice sword practice. He should be sealed in the sword mound in the end!
"Boy, you misjudged, I was the one who won in the end." Wan Nian Hong turned into a white robe with fluttering clothes, looking at Zhao Yang with indifference in his eyes.

After finishing speaking, his figure slowly faded away, leaving only a large grave mound.

In front of the grave, a decayed wooden box was placed there.

Zhao Yang stepped forward, stretched out his hand to open the wooden box, and saw a broken sword with rusty spots inside.

"Think about it. Picking up this sword means that you will become the successor of my Great Snow Mountain Dharma Protector and have the responsibility to protect the Great Snow Mountain."

An old voice rang in Zhao Yang's ears, making him pause when he stretched out his hand to hold the sword.

"What if what I see in my eyes is not real?" Zhao Yang suddenly said.

"What you see is not real, so why do you believe it?" The old voice asked jokingly.

"I believe in my heart, I believe in my sword." After finishing speaking, Zhao Yang grabbed the rotten hilt.

"Om-"

The spiritual light flickered on the rotten broken sword, and it turned into a blood-red long sword.

The spiritual power emanating from this sword is stronger than that in the sword box he is carrying.

Zhao Yang looked at the long sword in his hand, shook it lightly, turned around and said, "Senior Su, is this why you call yourself here?"

After he finished speaking, the stream of light in front of his eyes reversed until Su Shangzhu and Wan Nianhong had their first duel.

"Shangzhu, you have missed the best time to practice. If you want to have a chance to live forever in this life, unless you take the sword as your soul." A gray-haired old man held out a long sword and handed it to Su Shangzhu.

"Refining this sword, use it as one of the pillars of your soul, use this sword to devour other people's blood and talent, and turn it into your strength, you have a chance to live forever."

Su Shangzhu took the long sword without hesitation, pouring out all his strength.

Since then, every time he duels with people, he stabs them with a long sword, thus devouring their blood.

Among them, Wannianhong is included.

And Wannianhong did take away his long sword in the end.

However, Wan Nianhong did not go to the Northern Territory, and it was Su Shangzhu who became the protector of the Great Snow Mountain in the Northern Territory.

Relying on the devoured blood and spiritual power, Su Shangzhu was completely reborn, and his strength grew by leaps and bounds.

And his soul can be blessed with the power of Wannianhong who cultivated in Zhongzhou, which is far superior to disciples of the same generation.

Until 3000 years later, he was already the elder of Daxue Mountain Dharma Protector, and Wan Nianhong was one of the three sword kings of Baizhan Jiange.

"Actually, he is better than me in both talent and immortality. If it wasn't for the sword master's scheme 3000 years ago, I would have died in the final duel." Wan Nianhong turned into Su Shangzhu, with a lonely expression on his face.

"After this battle, I named myself here." Su Shangzhu said, looking at Zhao Yang: "Just like you, he only believes in his own sword."

Zhao Yang held a long sword and looked at Su Shangzhu solemnly.

"What the hell are you planning?"