I Became an Anonymous Boss

He is in the Great Vientiane Realm. There are less than seven people in the Great Vientiane in Southern Tang and Great Qin. He is as rare as the Heavenly King. He is the ultimate warrior who has experienced many battles.

Warriors in the Great Vientiane Realm often don't trust weapons, and rarely have weapons, because everything in the world is a weapon in their eyes, and they are not as good as fists and feet.

Whether it is Cao Zhong or Old Ghost Liu, they are all representatives of them. Shi Jinlang has not been in Da Vientiane for less than a year, and his realm has not yet been fully stabilized. Its mystery made him think that he might not be able to kill the king of heaven with the great myriad phenomena, but he didn't think too highly of the famous white-clothed romantic in front of him.

However, it was only when I actually touched it that I realized that this was not the case at all.

How could he be so physically strong!Why is his cultivation so high!How does he have so much experience!

Tall, hard, and skilled!

Why!

The fire of jealousy burned his heart, Shi Jinlang didn't dare to say more, he didn't know how long the shield of heaven could last, maybe it had already expired at this time, he had to evacuate quickly, the best way was to pull the wind tightly, but... can he leave?

He looked around, looking for an opportunity to escape, looking left and right, he made up his mind not to say nonsense, just sneered: "Even if I stay here today, Shi Yicheng, you will not survive!"

He said so, but his movements were unambiguous. He shook his sleeves, and as soon as his breath was released, he flicked his fingers left and right, seventeen times, seven of which were aimed at Shirataki, just for blocking, and the remaining ten were aimed at Shirataki. Aiming at the vital points of Zhuang Shi Yicheng's body, and he himself was ready to leave, he had already swept back, intending to use the fire to burn the pavilion, smashing the rear load-bearing pillar with one palm, causing the Sutra Library to collapse, the fire, The dust is blowing up and the sun is blocked out, taking the opportunity to escape from people's eyes.

Heh, man... the mouth is too upright.

But he still got a wrong idea, Shirataki's figure passed through the seven Qi Jin like an illusory shadow, and the demon body, he walked out from the shadow, cutting off Shi Jinlang's retreat, and didn't care about the remaining ten roads, which were enough to take Release the supernatural power of snapping fingers.

Tianmo's eyes showed a little disappointment, and then turned into coldness. Tianmo's true power melted into the palm of his hand, and the white sleeves were instantly stained with a rich black color. Under the sleeves, five fingers were clenched one by one, like bullets. He loaded his chest, closed his moves, and turned into a punch that ascended the dragon. It was so ingenious, and the black-colored punch was like splitting mountains and seas. The protective energy of the Great Vientiane Realm burst directly, and this punch hit the center of his chest.

Shi Jinlang turned his head back in horror, and he didn't have time to say anything more. Seventeen snaps of his fingers were all bee tail stingers. Turning around, the protective qi shattered at the sound, and the return of the qi was interrupted directly. A mouthful of reverse blood rushed to the throat, and then he was punched in the center of the chest, and swallowed back abruptly.

The Rising Dragon Fist made Wuhu, the devil, take off and fly up to the sixth floor of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

The old man in the brocade robe did not bleed blood from his mouth, but his eyes were already bleeding. The brocade robe on his body seemed to open a silk shop, with red, black and purple all blooming.

He is already known for his powerful qi. He has practiced martial arts for many years. He has never fought a protracted battle. He relies on the explosive power generated by the ups and downs of the qi in an instant. The reason is that most of it has been abolished... He wants to resist, but he has already entered the forced combo, and he can't do any defense at all, he can only become a human target.

Shirataki climbed to the fifth floor in one go, pulling out tens of hundreds of afterimages with the magic of heaven, he swung his second punch, as if a Buddha opened his eyes, and a bodhisattva lightly swiped his thousand hands.

Arhat Qianshou demolished the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, and even the people brought the floor all the way to the sky. Hundreds of combos were evenly hit like rain hitting plantains. In the end, the burnt black floor was torn to pieces. Only the tattered brocade robes were left and continued to take off. It had already broken through the tenth floor, and it was about to lift up the clouds and fly up on the spot, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Shi Jinlang's seven orifices were bleeding, his eyes were cracked, and black beads burst out, as if he had opened a sauce shop, with salty, sour, and spicy all coming out.

In mid-air, the demon head fluttered around like a kite with a broken string.

Shirataki stood on the top floor, waiting for him to fall.

The devil fell, and he had already seen that the other party was about to make up for the last punch, so he couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, it was a wry smile.

What he wanted to say was... careless.

He shouldn't be thinking about running. If he puts his mentality into a desperate fight, how can he run out of energy and have no time to breathe and end up powerless? How can he be beaten to death by three punches? He was the only one in the Great Myriad Phrases Realm, and he didn't even face death.

He closed his eyes, resigned to his fate, stopped struggling, destroyed, hurry up...

When the devil fell to the ground, Bai Taki used Nianhua as the third move to save him on the spot.

Shi Jinlang did not walk peacefully.

I don't run away when I should run away, and I want to run away when I shouldn't run away. I lose my courage, so I deserve to be caught.

Shirataki was very disappointed. A martial artist in the Great Vientiane Realm could have been an excellent touchstone, and he didn't have to be killed, but Shi Jinlang only wanted to escape. He was timid before fighting, and lost his courage. , he could only tearfully beat his opponent three times with regret.

The scripture pavilion collapsed suddenly, and Shirataki stood on the top floor of the pavilion, walking down from the ruins by stepping on a piece of burning sleeper as a one-time staircase as if strolling in the garden.

Little Guanyin ran up to Shirataki and hugged him. The girl took off her hood, her beautiful eyes shining brightly.

One after another, Shi Yicheng lost her left eye, but her pupils have recovered, and not only her left eye has recovered, but also her sense of smell, which she had lost for a long time.

Chapter 780 Eight Enmity

In the teahouse, Song Shujing kicked over the table, and cursed with a dark expression: "This idiot, trash!"

His face was extremely ugly, and he kicked the table over and smashed everything in his hand.

When Shi Jinlang died, he also died, but he was destined to suffer along with Song Shujing.

This devil's strength is not weak, and he is an incorporated subordinate. He belongs to King Yong's confidant. Now that he is dead, Si Tianjian will know immediately. ...That's all.

Si Tianjian nominally does not support any party and does not interfere with the royal power.

If he, Song Shujing, wanted to go further, he had to borrow King Yong's strength and royal power to support King Yong, who would certainly not punish him too harshly.

It's just that if you can't do things well, your right to speak will be weakened, and the royal blood is the weakest group of people in the world, so your ability will be questioned.

After getting angry for a moment, the qi refiner pressed his eyebrows and let out a breath.

"Calm down, think about the good. Although Shi Jinlang is dead, but fortunately, the layout is half successful. How to clean up the mess and then think about it. I have to leave here, leave immediately... I am a Qi refiner, and I was caught by the other party. If you die, you will definitely die!"

Song Shujing waved his sleeves, picked up his bags and left the teahouse, directly out of the city, and walked away.

Before leaving the city, he glanced back at Tianlong Ancient Temple and narrowed his eyes.

"This demon, Mo Wen, is really evil. Blocking the secrets of heaven is effective for him, but it is not completely effective."

"He wiped out the energy of the Buddhist sect by himself, but he didn't lose it?"

"Also, where did all the energy I used to shield the heavenly secrets go?"

The Qi Refiner couldn't figure it out, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and even his chest was congested, his energy was tumbling, he stopped thinking about it, and ran away quickly.

……

"It's over." Qin Mubai flicked the scabbard with his fingers, but the sound of sword chant echoed.

"The building has collapsed." Meng Chuxue was dumbfounded.

"This is already restrained." Miss Qin smiled: "He didn't take it seriously, otherwise this ancient temple will be demolished."

"Sister Qin, why do you sound like you're looking forward to it..."

"I'm looking forward to it." Qin Mubai said, "Don't you want to see Arhat make a move?"

Mr. Hong was dozing off, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly became excited: "No way, no way! This is not fun!"

Miss Qin smiled, got up and raised her sword, and said her farewell: "I'm leaving."

Meng Chuxue asked: "Is it so fast?"

"Everything that needs to be done has been done." She slightly raised her eyes and raised her hands to cover the somewhat dazzling afternoon sun: "We will probably meet again in the future, Miss Meng, I hope you will not change your mind at that time."

Meng Chuxue seemed to understand, but watched Ziyi float out of the mountain gate.

Between the mountain gate, Qin Mubai said, "Just send it here."

The monks who received several people put their hands together together: "The almsgiver walks slowly."

"Well, little master also walk slowly." Qin mubai smiled.

She turned around, the sharp sword came out of its sheath, the dark ancient sword gave out a sword noise, the sword came out of the sheath, and the murderous intention arose, the cold light swirled and slashed at the monk's neck.

The monk's surprised expression froze, and the next moment he lost his kindness and kindness. He suddenly raised his palm, and a gleaming mang knife appeared under the monk's robe.

When the ancient sword touched the mang knife, the crisp steel sound was not heard, but in an instant, the mang knife broke, like a piece of tofu cut off, the ancient sword continued to spin, the monk immediately dropped the knife and jumped back, with a bloodstain on his shoulder.

Qin Mubai grasped the hilt of the ancient sword with his scallion-white fingertips, and saw that the blade was pitch-black, covered with simple lines, and two characters of ancient seals were engraved on the middle of the blade, the name of the sword was Moye (Moye)

"I said to walk slowly, just to be polite, not to let you really walk slowly."

Standing in the mountain path with her sword in hand, Qin Mubai looked like a purple butterfly in summer. Before she drew her sword, she was already one of the top three in the world. After she drew her sword, she was even more breathtakingly beautiful. The sun shone on her fair skin, and the light and shadow were just right The embellishment outlines an excellent overlap of light and shadow, half of her expression is hidden in the shadows.

She said softly: "Young master said that if you die by beheading, the pain is only seven breaths. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. What do you think?"

"Why did you kill me!" The monk had no time to take into account the amazing beauty of this woman.

"If you don't want to be a good stargazer, go and be a dog for some people, is it worth it?"

Mo Xie in Qin Mubai's hand left his fingertips, like a swallow circling a beam, his sword chanted like a spirit sword and spoke, and his murderous intentions were as sharp as a wheat awn.

"You dare to kill people in an ancient temple!" The monk pretended to be a tiger.

Miss Qin raised her chin slightly, looked at the threshold ten steps away, and said with a smile, "This is not inside an ancient temple."

With a loud roar, the monk used a heavy weight to step on the bluestone under his feet, clasped the edge of the stone with both hands, and lifted a large stone of two hundred catties.

The monk went straight to the gate of the ancient temple without looking back.

With Qin Mubai's finger pointing, Mo Xie's sword pierced through the rock, the sword energy cut off the boulder, and the halves of the rock grazed the sides of his body and rolled down the stairs.

The monk was stabbed through the chest with a sword, and fell in front of the threshold. Before he died, he stretched out his hand towards the threshold, but he failed to touch it in the end, and the blood stained the blue steps in front of the Buddha.

Calling Mo Xie back from the corpse, Mo Xie spun around in mid-air, waved away the blood and fat, and put it back into the scabbard.

Looking at the bloody sunset, Qin Mubai sighed softly, his words were bitter.

"After all, I don't even have any feelings about killing people. I really look like a bloodthirsty female devil."

"How dare I go to see you like this?"

She whispered, raised her sword and went down the mountain, but before she left, she couldn't help turning her head.

"I'll just take a look from a distance."

"Just one more look and go."

……

"I may not be a monk, but you are really not a human being."

Monk Xuan Kong stared at Bai Taki, trying to use his righteous gaze to make Bai feel guilty.

Shirataki spread his hands, showing an attitude of 'I don't care'.

"It's my utmost benevolence to save his life, and you still think I'm not doing enough to rescue him?"

"Isn't it just a few holes in his body? Just think of it as opening his eyes."

The corner of Monk Xuankong's mouth twitched, as if he had eaten more than ten catties of mapo tofu, his whole body was numb.

He looked back at Shi Yicheng who had been severely injured, he could only chant Amitabha, and continued to take out several bottles of pills and stuff them into his mouth.

"Don't, don't come." Shi Yicheng resisted weakly: "I can't eat anymore, I'm too full..."

"His vajra physique has been broken, and there are so many eyes opened on his body. If you feed all these pills, he will be mended to death by you." Bai Taki kindly reminded: "It is recommended not to drink medicine for him, just cover the coffin board Bar."

"Shut up!" Monk Xuankong said angrily, "You want to eat so much!"

"En!" Shirataki nodded without hesitation.

"Go eat your own fart!"