I Became an Anonymous Boss

It is certainly unpleasant that the semifinals ended hastily on the Internet, but there are still many people looking forward to the finals.

There are only two hours left in the final, and one of them has not shown up for a long time.

"Postponed?" The host was taken aback: "But, this is a global live broadcast...The impact of the temporary delay..."

"Do it." Tang Lao's face was as deep as water: "If you can't catch up, just postpone it. You don't need to bear all the consequences, and no one needs to bear it..."

At this time, the people are just waiting for the final, and they don't know anything about hundreds of miles away.

They don't know anything, and don't need to know anything.

Chapter 720

The realm of life cannot be analyzed in an ordinary situation.

Art has its way, Tao has its way, and Buddhism has its door, and scholars can become Confucian saints.

What world doesn't have an official Cao?

Different paths of practice determine different paths of ascension, the congenital nine levels, the warriors at the sixth level ascend to the heavenly king, run wild in the world, and shake the sky and the earth with the power of a warrior alone; and the same is the fourth rank, the Buddhist vajra state is perfect, and cannot enter the arhat. Confucianism's awe-inspiring righteousness cannot read the family, country and world, while Taoism's Qi training often stops before the golden elixir avenue, and dare not face the thunder directly.

But man is man, and beast is beast.

It is much more troublesome for a beast to develop spiritual wisdom than humans to upgrade and transform. Who can dare to say that he has come to the end if he can cultivate to a positive result?It’s nothing more than pulling out a radish and a hole, bumping your head against the south wall. If you hit it, you will pass the level. It is enough to compare with the real dragon of the land gods.

Who can't be crazy if he can make great progress?If you can't lick it, grab it.

Just like the three beast kings in front of you, don’t be trapped under the Dragon’s Sleep Barrier for countless years, once you get out of the mountain, it’s like a husky is out of the cage, howling to eat meat, the owner is not at home, this place is left alone It was dismantled all over the place.

A savage virtue.

In Shirataki's heart, 1 people look down on this kind of beast. After all, beasts and creatures are the way to plunder all things to grow themselves. Like a greedy snake, it either eats too much to survive, or bites and shouldn't bite. The thing that was killed was beaten to death, or the middle way collapsed and blinded hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation. If you are a little smarter, you will learn from the monster clan in Mingyue Township, and have a relationship with overseas fairy families, learn to breathe and transform, change itself.

How pretty is Bai Jun'er?The long-legged feline girl, whooows but makes people cute. Doesn't this make people want to join the enemy?

And what about it?Huge body that can't be hidden even in Tibet, bloated like a fat mansion, not as gentle as a fat mansion, who wants to swallow the world with his mouth, who gave you the guts!

Shirataki originally wanted to reprimand it so loudly, but he couldn't beat it, the opponent was too brave.

They have fought several times, their hands and feet are cold, even if it is the dragging formula, allowing the opponent to cross a distance of more than 50 miles, they still can't find a flaw.

This retreat of fifty miles, each mile is 7 minutes, fifty miles is 350 minutes.

Nearly six hours.

The time has passed and it is close to noon, the scorching sun shines through the clouds, and the light shines on Shirataki's back. It doesn't feel hot, but warm. He can feel the comforting feeling coming from this clothes. heat.

There was a god who took this iron carefully and flattened every fold on it. This patience and instilled patience are more useful than any enchanting enhancement. The blessing from the sun god absorbs the endless sunshine. regaining his stamina.

It's just that the consumption is greater than the recovery.

He let out a breath and whispered: "I can't retreat anymore."

On the edge of the cordon, if you retreat, you will retreat thousands of miles to Yuzhou.

Warriors pay attention to one situation in the battle, and if they retreat further, it is not a strategic delay, but an endless retreat.

After all, it can't be delayed for too long. Shirataki is not good at defending the city. It's a bit embarrassing to expect someone who doesn't understand military affairs to fight defensive battles. He prefers to slash one by one with a sword... It is said that Black Soul and Sekiro are better than Wushuang It's fun, but when the day comes to the battlefield, let alone Wushuang, everyone can't wait to become Moon Shadow Legend, with swords and knives fluttering red letters, hurting like the bloody waterfall in the legendary page game.

The Heavenly Demon, who retreated again and again, finally did not retreat.

He stood on the top of a mountain, his sleeves fluttered, and with all his strength, he waved his sleeves to launch a dragon.

Pang Ran Yunlong flew down the mountain, walked along the ground, and then rebounded after hitting the bottom. After five kilometers away, he fell into the storm and was strangled by three forces.

There are specializations in the art industry, and the bigger the body, the fewer weaknesses. It's not that large-scale moves can't hurt people.

Only one bullet is needed to kill a person, but a hundred missiles are probably not enough to kill it.

Shirataki continued to hunt around with his sleeves, and with his bare hands, it was like tearing off a cloud layer in the sky. Nine cloud dragons protruded from the cloud layer, and the mad dragon rushed to the ground. can be observed.

It may seem like an exaggeration, but this move has been foreshadowed for six hours. It is not done with bare hands. The clouds floating in the sky are disguised by clouds, and the purpose is to quietly set up a sky net. weave.

The lethality of Yunlong is not enough. In terms of destructive power, the source of the vision of Yunqi comes from the peerless monster. Proliferation, there is a saying that clouds are impermanent and wind has no form. When Yunlong crashes into the storm, the power of wind and cloud is a perfect match when it touches, shaking the world immediately.

Using the strength of the opponent to injure the opponent himself, the roar of the Beastmaster and the splash of blood proved to be effective.

But for how long?

Shirataki didn't dare to say it, so he drew out the second move.

He held Tian Congyun with his backhand, and with a flick of his fingers, a gleam of thunder traveled along the bones, a black umbrella quietly floated above his head, the thunder pond opened, and the sky thunder was drawn in. The body of the sword is full of white jade.

Shirataki closed his eyes and thought, and visualized a certain scene in his heart, the majestic spiritual power poured out like a gate, and in the blink of an eye, one-third of the pool of spiritual power was removed.

With a mental strength comparable to that of a heavenly king, imagine the peak that I once glimpsed, the best swordsmanship in the world, and the sword that almost severely injured Emperor Zhou's Fomalhaut.

Perfect reproduction is impossible.

The heavenly king's vision of Leixing Tianxia does not belong to him, and no matter how he restores its essence, it will at most thirty percent.

But [-]%... is enough.

The illusory figure was frozen in his mind, Baitaki's eyes were bloodshot, and his five fingers holding the weapon began to tremble. He didn't expect that his body would not be able to support the sequelae of this move, so he had to grit his teeth and pour in a trace of demon power Paint a layer of ink on the purple thunder.

——Shenhu!

Swordsmanship or swordsmanship, plausible swordsmanship and swordsmanship, a line tears the sky, the speed exceeds the speed of sound, I don’t know how fast, I only see the light of thunder but not the sound of thunder, in the misty landscape, the wind and cloud are cut by the thunder On the first line, it was as if the snow-covered mountain ridge had been swept away, revealing the dark and rugged mountain wall, and the moves stained with the true power of the heavenly demon were even more thick and domineering.

Not only is it fast, but also thick, leaving lingering traces of splashed ink.

This sword cut down, as if it was not a majestic and swift tiger, but a tide of water incarnated by thousands of troops and horses.

The move breaks the wind and the cloud, rushes up to the sky backwards, and then falls to the ground after the power is exhausted, as magnificent as a waterfall.

One of the heads of the three beast kings was cut off on the spot, and the head controlling the storm was cut into sausages and exploded under the backlog of triple violence.

The pain made it violent, and the uncontrollable energy splashed wantonly.

Bai Taki only had time to prop up the thunder pool, he bent down slumped, the power of this move exceeded the load.

His hands and feet were numb, the blood in his body was boiling, his mouth, nose and eyes were bleeding, and what was worse, the true power of the demon had also been exhausted.

The feeling of exhaustion began to surge, and without the real energy of the demon in his body, he couldn't even use the demon to swallow the blood and blue back.

"Did you fall into a rage after being severely injured..." Tianmo looked at the Beastmaster, panting deeply: "This guy doesn't know what is enough to stop?"

It may understand, but everything has a sunk cost.

The Beastmaster was reluctant to retreat, maybe he could see that Shirataki was exhausted and at the end of his strength, he began to approach aggressively instead.

Once it approaches, Shirataki may really want to display the traditional performing arts of the Bai family.

This can't be a wave of self-explosion, forcibly changing one for another?

Bai Taki wiped the blood off his face: "If no one comes, I might really have to confess here."

There was more and more blood, and it continued to overflow, and the white clothes were stained red with blood, the blood flowed continuously, and the body was covered with scars, looking very bleak.

He realizes that his injury may be more serious than he thought.

No wonder Fomalhaut didn't dare to draw swords continuously, not because he didn't want to, but because he practiced drawing swords once, at most once.

This is the world's first knife?This is clearly the world's first 'one knife'!

Interested?Play this word game!

Bai Taki cursed inwardly, he dug a hole for himself by stealing a teacher?If I had known earlier, it would be better to visualize other moves!

At this time, it would be great if someone from the Heavenly King Realm came to help.

Shirataki really began to miss strong foreign aid. Every time he was a hero, he didn't fight alone, and someone had to support him.

He held down the microphone and wanted to say whether Dongfeng Express was still available, please send it.

But he didn't say it.

Because the beast king stopped, its remaining two heads looked up to the sky, and let out a sharp roar, more angry than before.

The western sky was dyed a light gold.

The dragon spirit is coming from the east.

The vigorous green dragon was swimming in the sea of ​​clouds, and the melodious dragon chant covered the roar of the beast king.

A figure stood on its back, the corners of its eyes were like gold, covered with gorgeous eyeshadow, the golden eyes reflected the boundless sky, and only between closing and opening were filled with golden thunder.

Bai Taki sat down on the edge of the cliff, kicked a stone under his feet, and thought that it would be her.

The demon sits on the lonely mountain and sits on the ground to watch Longyou.

Qinglong rises from the sea of ​​clouds, and Qingyi kills the beast king.

Then there was no more, and the world returned to silence.

Chapter 730 The worst pigeon in the world!

No matter how thrilling the battlefield is, it has no effect on the people living in the safe zone.

At least the people in Yuzhou City don't know, and don't know.

Spectators and tourists from all over the world are standing outside the venue, waiting for the start of the final.

Title fight, final.

In the era of entertainment to death, countless media have already exaggerated the strong atmosphere of this battle to the extreme.

The whole world is waiting for a result, because this game is too dramatic.

Of the two parties fighting, one is the winner of the Hercules Cup, with unquestionable strength; the other is an unknown person who 'lay' up by luck.

Who could have thought the latter would win?No one thinks so, but in order to bring this title battle to an end, there are still many people who choose to continue to pursue updates with the mentality of "seeing everything".

It is also due to the previous hype of public opinion that more attention has been paid to the controversy of this decisive battle than the outcome of the battle.

Control of public opinion is rarely successful, unless the official is really determined to rectify it thoroughly, but in the martial arts title battle, the official is the one who promotes it.

As a result, public opinion will only intensify, including all kinds of conspiracy theories.

Conspiracy theories include many kinds, from the initial blooming of a hundred flowers, to now gradually moving towards another.

Most people will not suspect that there is a problem with the official. In fact, the official is one of the biggest victims at this point. Too many people on the Internet have analyzed the purpose of the official title battle. Now the title of grandmaster may be taken away by crooked nuts , It can be regarded as making a wedding dress for someone else.

The targets of most conspiracy theories are either foreign forces or white faces.