I Became an Anonymous Boss

Layer upon layer of cloud is like a stream of water that has been compressed to the extreme. Released by the sword edge of the clouds in the sky, it seems that a wave crest has been split in two, which is still intact. Half of the street has been torn apart, leaving a trail. Like a surgical wound on the ground, the deep and dark fissure is several feet long, and Qi Lan roaring away is also like a Shiba Inu who has let go, blinking away and passing through several streets.

And all the monsters in the direction Cong Yunjian pointed to were annihilated in the cloud.

There were also no corpses left, and the ashes were floating in the air, like a white haze.

The Heavenly Demon raised Congyun sword and pointed it at the big monsters in front of Rashengmen.

"Who is wrong."

His words were so clear that not only the public could hear them, but also Ibuki Doji and Otengu.

He deliberately read it to his opponent, not only to kill demons, but also to kill hearts.

Since it was a fight no matter what the process was, he would feel bored if he didn't have a strong enough opponent.

Holding the clouds in the sky, he took the initiative to provoke, and the opponent was hooked.

The big tengu took the lead, and the huge body rolled over. This guy was holding a fan and carrying a heavy weapon, and dropped the Zen staff in his hand head-on.

Shirataki swung his sword back to fight back, and at the moment of the fight, piercing sound waves erupted, and the glass windows of a nearby building were shattered by the sound waves, scattering countless shards of glass.

This was just the first blow, Ootengu waved his Zen staff one after another, Shirataki also stood still and fought back.

The difference in height between the two sides was more than three meters. It was like a giant fighting a dwarf, a bicycle fighting a chariot, but the difference in size was not important.

Both sides swung the weapons in their hands like bats, like a pile driver, collided crazily, several times, a dozen times, dozens of times, hundreds of times, frantic storms and noisy waves continued one after another, Many people covered their ears and felt like they were going deaf.

During the constant collisions and roars, Shirataki did not back down at all, and even took a step forward. His energy and blood were as vigorous as a humanoid Tyrannosaurus rex, and the movement of the heavenly demon's true energy was unobstructed. His physique was so powerful that even he was surprised. This is not right!

How could the ordinary innate profound entrance realm be so strong?I feel that the current me can wrestle with Xuankong who is in the Diamond Realm.

Could it be that being kissed by a god led to a further improvement in his skills? (That should take a few more bites, the taste of the lipstick is really not poking.)

After the mental power is strong, even in the middle of the battle, there is time to distract yourself, separate your thoughts to consider the sweet and charming taste.

But in the battlefield, he just took a step wantonly, and when he entered, the big tengu would retreat.

As soon as it retreated, its posture also collapsed. In terms of the physical strength it is best at, Ootengu suffered a disastrous defeat.

The price of failure is death.

Clouds of the Sky smashed the dilapidated Zen stick in its hand, after Bai Taki bullied him, stepped on the opponent's knees and jumped up, with a sword.

The big tengu was divided equally with a knife, and the body fell to the left and right. The blood of the demon evaporated, and the body burned with a blue flame and turned into ashes.

Shirataki's swordsmanship is really mediocre, but it's good enough to deal with bad guys. A single round of ordinary swordsmanship, compared with ordinary moves, may have reached the level of a sword master and swordsman. No matter what genre he goes to, he can get it within a few days. Exempt from the title that is widely passed down, maybe it can be mixed with the title of ten times and hundreds of times... It is a pity that in the world of immortal martial arts where a real swordsman can cut mountains with one sword, his sword is too weak.

It is precisely because he knows the ultimate of the way of the sword that he is not satisfied with the power he has exerted. A sword at the peak is enough to penetrate the entire Ginza.

There was no time for self-examination, Shirataki looked at Ibuki Doji, the last ghost king guarding Rashomon.

"Not bad, really good..." Ibuki boy said, "I didn't expect someone as strong as you to exist."

"Don't put on make-up for mere Asura Dao creatures." Bai Taki said calmly, "Put your head over here, and I'll put on Xingtian makeup for you."

"Hahaha... I haven't been looking forward to this for a long time." Ibuki Doji said in a low voice: "Report your name, I am the ghost king of Rashomon, the ruler of all ghosts in the Shura way."

"I am a demon." Shirataki said, "The demon who suppresses demons."

"Demon?" Ibuki Doji said in a low voice, "Interesting, do you want to kill each other?"

"You are just the dead, how can you deserve to be as noble as me." Bai Taki paused and said, "You shouldn't have come to this world."

"Heh... there are [-] million souls in the world, how can we Shura evil spirits not salivate?" Ibuki boy threw down the wine gourd: "Blood wine alone can't fill my hungry stomach, I want the blood of thousands of people to satisfy this hunger."

"It's a waste of words." Shirataki said in a low voice.

"There's nothing to say, we Shura evil spirits are already in purgatory, come, let's fight!" Ibuki boy was in a frenzy, and he drew his sword.

"Fighting?" The demon sneered: "What did you misunderstand, this is not a fighting, this is a massacre!"

Throwing away the clouds in the sky in his hands, his hands are empty, and a vortex of devouring is brewing at his fingertips.

"The dead should stop talking, the mere dead should rot into mud at the bottom of the river of blood."

"You monsters, sprites, monsters and ghosts dare to walk in front of my eyes!"

"The hunger and thirst that dare to spy on the world will lead you to step into the endless purgatory."

The illusory black shadow of swallowing the sky is attached, and the demon is wearing armor.

In an instant, Ibuki Doji was strangled by the throat, like a prey bitten by the throat of a giant dragon, its blood and strength were rapidly dissipating.

The ghost king's huge body collided with Rashomon, and the crack spread, and Rashomon let out a mournful sound, like hoarse bells.

At the moment before his death, Ibuki Doji saw the burning flame in the eyes of the other party, and also heard a low-pitched announcement.

"You are not in purgatory, I am your purgatory!"

Chapter 420

Rashomon collapsed.

Shirataki let go of Ibuki Doji's shriveled corpse, allowing it to be reduced to ashes.

There was no suspense in this battle. When he made a real move, the opponent's ending would be nothing but death.

The Rashomon Gate in the center of Ginza collapsed, and all the ghosts who walked out of Shura Dao were slaughtered.

He looked forward, the fog hadn't cleared yet.

Hundreds of ghosts have died, leaving only scars and ruins everywhere.

Ginza was still completely silent, and everyone felt the silent shock. That terrifying monster was really dead, really killed, and not one left was wiped out.

There was a short silence, but a huge storm accumulated, just like the pressure in a pressure cooker reached a critical point. After a moment of silence, there were shouts like landslides and tsunamis from all around Ginza.

The crowd on the tall building and the people watching were all fanatically raising their hands and shouting loudly.

Some people bent down among the shouting crowd, some cried with joy, hugged the stranger around them and jumped vigorously, some people still didn't respond with a dull face, but the numbness and despair in their eyes were quickly fading away.

"Win, win, win!"

"We survived, we all survived, and the tears couldn't stop."

"oh my god..."

Yingzhou people, foreign tourists, all the crowd hugged and shouted.

They all knew that they were saved, Rashomon was destroyed, all ghosts were wiped out, and everyone in Ginza was saved.

As a result, all the despair and fear suppressed in the crowd were released at this moment, and the resounding shouts reached to the sky. The atmosphere was so enthusiastic, much more fanatical than the scene of the World Cup.

They shouted not only to celebrate the rest of their lives, but also to call the name of the figure in the center of the crowd.

He is already a hero.

Saving tens of thousands of people... No, it is an exaggeration to say that he is the hero who saved tens of millions of people in Edo.

Anyway, the people of Yingzhou like to exaggerate the facts, and they always say that there is an old, middle-aged and second-sick nation that is rare in a thousand years.

But the exaggerated statement this time is not wrong. If a hundred ghosts are allowed to wreak havoc, it is not difficult for them to knock down a few buildings casually, and the loss caused is not just a few hundred thousand lives.

This cannot be faked. The tens of thousands of people present were all spectators. They witnessed this scene with their own eyes and witnessed the legend.

He killed hundreds of ghosts with one sword alone, his boldness and dominance made people feel chilling, but at the same time made people's blood boil.

Human beings' longing for heroes is engraved in their bones.

I don't know how many people have become his most loyal and fanatical believers in an instant.

"Devil!"

"Devil!"

"Devil!"

The shouts erupting from the crowd gradually turned into a unified slogan, as if after countless rehearsals, the crowd shouted his name frantically, the voice was deafening, reaching heaven.

Yu Gongying was lying on a stretcher, and she could feel the fanatical atmosphere outside the crowd, even the little nurse beside her was already weeping, but she still waved her fists and shouted loudly along the crowd; Doctor Nian refrained from shouting, but clenched his fists, his veins bulged, his face flushed, and he was equally fanatical; as for the others, there was nothing but fanatical worship in their eyes except for a little rationality.

The woman turned her face to the side, looking at the back.

After this battle, his image was completely sublimated.

In the past, he was just a phenomenon-level Internet celebrity, but now he is a god walking in the world.

No one can slander its achievements, and no one can slander its image.

"...No one in the world doesn't know the king." Yu Gongying said.

However, Shirataki himself, who was under the attention of tens of thousands of people, did not have this self-awareness.

He just thought it was a little too loud.

Didn't this group of people notice that the white mist hadn't dissipated? This meant that the invasion of Asura Dao was not over yet.

When he was thinking about where to go next, he suddenly heard a footstep and turned his head to look to the other side.

A woman in business attire rushed over the fence, followed by a man carrying a camera.

Wait...a camera?

Shirataki frowned subconsciously, the man seemed to be holding a microphone in his hand.

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sakurai is a trainee host. She was doing a street interview for a TV station on the streets of Ginza. The work was going smoothly, but she unexpectedly met Rashomon.

At that time, the distance between their working groups was very close, and they couldn't escape at all. They thought they were dead, but relying on Yu Gongying's delay, they hid in a close position by accident, and the attention of Baigui was blocked. There was no time to kill even though they were scattered, so she and her colleagues quietly filmed towards the first scene.

Due to the tricky angle, the camera team captured all the content perfectly, and it was still with high-definition pixels, which was much clearer than the live broadcast on the mobile phone.

Now that he was safe, Sakurai had just been excited for less than 30 seconds when he heard the director of the working group yelling "Hurry up and interview" in the car.

... Now for an interview?

...does this fit?So many people are watching.

Sakurai didn't dare to go up, she was just a trainee outdoor host, how could she have the guts, but under the scolding of the director, she was forced to go forward, probably she knew that if she missed this opportunity, there would be no chance of another Yes, it can be described as a once-in-a-lifetime event.

And she herself is also very interested, witnessing the scene of the demon sweeping all the ghosts with her own eyes, she is already a diehard fan of the lifetime member.

Even if Lord Tianmo only said one word to her, she would say it for the rest of her life without any regrets.

After putting on makeup, an eighty-year-old Sakurai squeezed out a smile, concealing the frenzy on her face. She was blushing, breathing rapidly, and seemed to be going limp from tension. Her voice was unprofessional, and every word was trembling. It was only later that I realized the great mental pressure. Presumably, interviewing the Prime Minister is a ball!