I Became an Anonymous Boss

Kelan Xiangxue's method is obviously for revenge. Her cultivation is not at the Sea of ​​Qi realm, but a famous sword and one of the four swords of Fenghua Xueyue have a [-]% chance of winning even if she is one realm behind.

She slowly chopped off Steward Yang's limbs in a slow-cooked way, and took cruel revenge.

She doesn't have deep feelings for Yu's family, but the tragic experiences in the past ten years are all caused by these people, and it is impossible not to hate her.

Xiuyu felt that it was too bloody and didn't like it, so she stared into the distance in a daze.

She looked at the tiger crouching on the top of the mountain, her expression was calm, but soon she saw the thunderclouds gather and thunder fell.

The woman felt a little relieved, the power of Heavenly Tribulation is indeed very scary.

But then, when she saw the huge silver hammer visible to the naked eye, she almost fell off the chair and staggered.

——What is that ahhhhh!

……

Steward Yang's body was soaked in blood, his arms were cut off, leaving only two legs. All his efforts were devoted to his arms. Without his arms, he was almost useless. Not everyone has the ability of Tang Yu Xiaobao.

He knew that he might die, but he was still stubbornly resisting, hoping for a turnaround.

He said in a low voice: "Your young master went to die, why don't you collect his body?"

Lan Xiangxue said flatly: "Do you think that old man will come to save you?"

"But your son is doomed." Steward Yang sneered and said, "The owner of the villa must prove the golden core. After that, none of you will survive..."

As soon as his words fell, there was a loud thunder on Huju Mountain in the distance.

Steward Yang was looking at it in surprise, but when the third thunder fell, he saw the terrifying scene of a hammer lifting the sky.

In an instant, his gray hair was messed up, and his eyes were full of astonishment: "What is that?"

Lan Xiangxue withdrew her gaze, pursed her lips, a bewitched smile flashed across her eyes, and immediately raised her sword and said, "It seems that the master of your family is dead."

Steward Yang's expression was ugly, and he didn't refute. His eyes were dark, malicious, crazy, and more fearful.

He quietly took half a step back, and began to think about how to escape instead of delaying time.

It's a pity that Lan Xiangxue will not give him any more chances, and the sword light follows him like a shadow.

Swing the sword to break the clouds.

……

Among the gardens where plum blossoms are in full bloom.

The thunderous light illuminated Murong Nianyao's face, and her eyes shone with unprecedented brilliance.

Both hands were subconsciously clenched until the thunder disperses the clouds and mist, and in the gap where the light and shadow overlap.

She smiled with relief.

Laughing bent over, laughing tears.

……

The battle starts and the battle ends.

Winning or losing is just a simple addition and subtraction. Smart people know how to strengthen themselves and weaken their opponents.

Relying on the strength of his cultivation, he will run amok, and sooner or later he will meet a stronger one, and there has never been a myth of invincibility in the world.

Countless warriors know that the victory or defeat under the innate is often no more than three strokes. Only after entering the innate can they be qualified to fight protracted battles, but let this group of mediocre aptitudes be unable to figure it out for a lifetime, even if it is to kill the king of heaven. Way too fancy.

one move

enough!

Liehun in white clothes, every inch of his clothes is filled with rolling thunder, the violent thunder flows away in the body, and the air mechanism explodes inch by inch.

Shirataki didn't care about the damage of the meridians and the collapse of the acupoints in his body, and allowed his white clothes to be stained with blood, but wholeheartedly swung the 50-meter heavy hammer in his hand, using the power of Heavenly Tribulation to deduce this move to the extreme.

It was as if another sun had risen in the sky, covering the soft moonlight, blazing flames, and thunder blazing. The Bloody Demon was holding an exaggerated giant soldier, whose attack was unstoppable.

The Lord of Demons descended from the sky, and the God of Tai Sui in the world, there is nothing better than this.

This mighty divine power will shine brightly in the legendary stories of the endless years to come, sublimating this battle to the realm of legends in the rivers and lakes.

Some people are watching, watching the roar of thunder in the nine days.

Some people are watching, watching the sunset that drives away the clouds and fog.

And no one understands this kind of fear of losing his soul better than Murong who is under the heavy hammer. If he is given a lifetime of time, he will definitely not understand why he would be buried here, and die at the hands of this 'weak' .

The Panlong he controlled was like a rice cake under a hammer and fish under a butcher's knife. It was futile to struggle and resist. His vision was covered by a huge thing, like a shadow cast over the sky and the earth, like a group of peaks covered by a bird. hands covered.

At this moment, Murong had already forgotten his anger, but experienced the last trace of flavor under extreme fear and enlightenment.

He thought of so many things, those who were killed by him, the unwilling roar of the group of blood relatives who were taken away, and the sad smile of the middle-aged scholar when Lan Ting was destroyed. He had already given up so much, He even abandoned the bottom line of being a human being, exhausted all the tricks and planned for a hundred years, and at the end of the years, what did he get in exchange for such a blow?

"I……"

...not reconciled...

He was unable to utter the last words, and his eyes were already filled with a white color.

The five senses are covered by silver light and roaring thunder, everything returns to nothingness, everything is silent.

The four types of thunder crashed down, the mountains collapsed and sunken, and the land with a radius of hundreds of meters collapsed more than ten meters below the ground.

The destruction is continuous, the electric light rushes away, not only destroyed the buildings, not only smashed the mountains, but also caused several landslides, many areas of Longpan Ridge produced a series of earthquakes, and the landscape of the mountains and rivers was completely destroyed by this blow. The following is rewritten.

The Panlong earth and rocks were completely destroyed, dust was flying, and green smoke of scorched earth was emitting from the surface.

The thunderclouds in the sky dissipated quietly, and there was no need for the six thunderstorms to come down.

The four-style thunder fell to the ground, making a clanging sound, and then a white suit fell down, barely standing on the body, but swaying all over.

At this time, Bai Taki's body was also covered with bruises. Although he borrowed the power of Thunder, how could it be so easy to borrow the power of Thunder Calamity?

Fortunately, both feet did not land on the ground. According to the principle of thunder and lightning return, if you do not land, the damage you receive will not be fatal.

"Ah……"

Shirataki let out a breath, bit the numb tip of his tongue, got up, knocked a few acupuncture points, blocked the damaged orifice and continued to bleed.

His recovery was very fast, because the fifth-style thunder was rapidly absorbing the remaining power of the sky thunder in the body, as if this was a kind of nourishment for it.

Thanks to this, there was no secondary damage.

Shirataki lowered his head to pick up the fallen four-style thunderbolt, put away the hammer, and then looked at Murong Zhuangzhu who was flat on the ground after being hit by the two-way foil dimension reduction.

He was crushed together with the Panlong earth and stone that he sat on, and there were countless wounds on his body, and the last thing he could see was a pool of scorched black traces that had been evaporated by the lightning.

The captured Murong Li's body was already dead and could not die anymore, and his soul should also be wiped out under the thunder calamity.

With the idea of ​​killing people and raising ashes, Bai Taki used the Heavenly Demon Art and stepped on the corpse, just about to explode his remaining strength.

However, an incomparably broken black shadow slowly rose up.

Shirataki frowned and wanted to destroy it with his bare hands, but quickly let down his vigilance.

This is not a remnant soul, but an obsession.

Remnants of spiritual thoughts.

The outline of the shadow is blurred.

"Why..." he was questioning: "Why, I will lose to you."

"This is your obsession?" Bai Taki's eyes were flat: "Why, is it embarrassing to lose to me?"

"Why, why..." Obsession just murmured and repeated.

"Forget it, I'll let you be a dead ghost who understands." Bai Taki said indifferently: "I'm not the first one to meet you. The last one was Dugu City Lord, but he didn't follow the Taoist Qi training method. , but a way of cannibalism, by devouring flesh and blood to maintain one's own physique without decay, forcing one's life to last for 30 years, but still failing to break through to the real Heavenly King realm..."

"City Lord Dugu..."

"That's right, you're not the first King of the False Realm I killed." Bai Taki said, "Therefore, don't feel reconciled... This is what you deserved. I killed you purely on behalf of the heavens."

The obsessive expression began to distort, its already uncertain outline vibrated more violently, its eyes widened, and its facial features distorted.

Resentment, pain, regret, and unwillingness all burst out from the residue of obsession.

Before dying, after dying, he finally knew who he was defeated by.

He should have known earlier that such a person could not be an unknown rivers and lakes ranger.

"No. [-] on the list of people, gods and demons don't ask..."

"Well, it's me."

Shirataki gathered his five fingers together, crushing the trace of obsession, and in the cry of pain and unwillingness, he sat and watched the three-year-old immortal, completely disappearing.

Chapter 310 It's All Right, I'm Not Tired

The mountain road collapsed, and the original landscape of Huju Mountain was also rewritten.

Shirataki really didn't have the energy to continue jumping around, so he found a rock and sat down.

This time he was able to kill the Heavenly King's pseudo-realm, which seemed to be as stable as an old dog, but in fact it was all intentional calculations and unintentional.

This old guy has lived for 200 years, but he has put all his skill points on his life. He has no momentum to fight to the death, so that after he reacts, he has no chance. When he wants to fight hard, he can only Forcibly carrying the sky thunder to kill, the momentum was once sluggish to the weakest period.

This head-on fight against the Heavenly King's False Realm is very different from the last time.

The last time was to strengthen myself infinitely. On the basis of scrapping a famous sword, I forcibly exchanged 0.99 for 1.

This time it was to weaken the opponent infinitely, and finally with the help of Tianlei Jie, he suppressed and killed him in one fell swoop.

Also relying on the power of weapons, it's really nothing special, after all, it's not my real ability.

If it is said that Di Shalian is very sure of mental arithmetic and unintentional, then Tianleiyin's move is purely a gamble, because there is no guarantee that he will not be killed by Tianlei on the spot, and he has not tested whether the four-style thunderbolt can bear the burden. The power of catastrophe.

However, people who love to laugh are generally not too bad luck, otherwise they will not be able to laugh.

Bai Taki's luck was good, he forcibly killed Murong Laobu, and there was no suspense in winning or losing with one move.

He turned over the clues of the mission of turning over the gate, indicating that the mission of the fifth ring has been completed.

【Fifth Ring Mission】

[Task Name: Killing the Heavenly King]

[Task Status: Completed]