I Became an Anonymous Boss

With the palm of his hand, he broke away from the opponent, and then took three steps back, holding the handle of the knife with his right hand and the scabbard with his left hand, posing a posture of drawing the knife, and at the same time, the coir raincoat all over his body was scattered under the opportunity of bursting, revealing a thin face Face.

"It seems that you are the master. It's okay, I'll go find it if you don't have to..." Qing Jiudao said in a low voice: "The strength is good, and it's worth killing!"

"Are you a killer too?" Shirataki said, "Why are you so overwhelmed?"

"Killing for life, taking money to do things, it's a matter of course, you kill my brother, I have to cut off your brothers, feet, and your head." Qing Jiudao was talking about the morality of the world, but he didn't think so at all in his heart. Want the king soul of the strong man, strengthen his sword.

"Alright, new and old grudges, let's forget it together. If you come to accompany me to pass the time, there is no need to rush out to watch the fun." The bench in Bai Taki's hand automatically turned around and patted it on the ground. He sat down steadily, three steps away from the main entrance of the inn lobby, raised his legs and flattened his clothes.

The young man didn't look sideways, and said lightly: "Draw out the sword."

Qing Jiudao held the handle of the knife, drew the knife out of its sheath, an inch out of the sheath, the clanging sound was like the roar of a beast, it was not clear, but thick, and the inn suddenly became colder. There was also the wailing sound of unjust ghosts and ghosts, but it was not clear.

Immediately afterwards, he continued to draw the sword, three inches out, and the soul of the three hundred killing swords was released. The doors and windows of the inn itself, which had already been blown by the wind, were trembling and shaking. On the outside of the room, a wonderful white mist tornado even formed, like Women's skirts.

After drawing the knife five inches, five hundred living souls were released, and a resentful soul visible to the naked eye appeared in the center of the hall. Although there was no bloody smell, it had already distorted the sight and perception, as if the light around the blade had been distorted.

The speed at which Qing Jiudao drew his sword was very slow, but his deterrent power was gradually increasing, becoming more and more tyrannical.

The oppression of the living soul brought by the killing knife is a test of the soul and spiritual power.

This is the strongest supernatural power of the Killing Knife—the source of true damage.

Ordinary martial arts destroy the physical body, but this kind of martial arts is closer to supernatural spells. The killing knife uses a huge number of resentful souls to create a strengthened weapon. Its own special attack effect is soul devouring, which can erode the soul and strengthen the spirit Coercion.

I don't know how many targets, before he drew his sword, he was so scared that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and his fighting spirit was lost.

In fact, others couldn't take it anymore.

Brother Mo and Uncle Feng were already sweating coldly on their foreheads, clenched their fists, sweating profusely, but it was not hot sweat, but cold sweat.

The shop xiaoer passed out immediately, and a light-colored breath of life wafted from his body, which was being continuously eaten away.

Even the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty don't need to kill people with the killing knife, and they can automatically absorb the souls of the weak when they draw the knife.

in the hotel room.

Meng Chuxue suddenly trembled, she didn't understand why she wanted to fight, but she suddenly felt very scared and trembled non-stop.

All you can see is a specter of dead souls. There are resentful souls floating everywhere on the walls, under your feet, on the doors, and on the windows.

The nightmarish vision of being eroded by the red-clothed ghost surged again, and she hurriedly wanted to rush out the door, but was held back.

Little Guanyin hugged Meng Chuxue, her back pressed against the door of the house, her face was pale, she clenched her teeth and persisted.

But she knew that she couldn't show up at this time, and she couldn't let Meng Chuxue see what was going on outside.

Meng Chuxue was already flustered, hugged the little Guanyin, but rushed out without struggling.

In the middle of the lobby of the inn.

As the sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard ended, the first killing knife was finally pulled out completely.

After 50 seconds of drawing out the knife and reading the article, nine hundred and ninety-nine living souls were released, and Qing Jiudao sighed comfortably.

"My knife is out of its sheath." He pointed to Shirataki who was expressionless: "And you should die."

Someone Bai curled his lips: "I waited until all the flowers withered, why did it take you so long to draw the knife? Shall I get you some kaisero."

Qing Jiudao doesn't dislike such a rich opponent, and the opponent doesn't change his face, which proves that his strength is indeed a bit.

Most of the resentful souls in the room are surrounding Shirataki, like a group of piranhas, but they are useless.

Yinfeng howled angrily, Qing Jiudao finally stopped posing, and directly raised the knife to cut it down.

The Seven Killing Gate is one of the Outer Nine Paths, a ferocious demon gate that has been exterminated.

In its heyday, it became famous all over the world with two kinds of martial arts, one is the killing knife, and the other is...

"A flash of thunder!"

Qing Jiudao swung the killing knife, and the power of life and soul was connected into one piece. Thunder light was rubbed out of the knife energy, but it was not normal thunder light, but dark thunder.

His sword skills cannot be said to be very high, but this move is not a complete sword skill, but a martial art combined with supernatural powers and spells.

Compared with martial arts, it is closer to Taoism. Ninety percent of the power of the saber technique comes from the killing knife itself, which is a supporting martial art for exerting the power of the killing knife.

Yin Lei knife method.

There is no one who is safe and sound in the face of this knife and thunder!

Qing Jiudao sneered, waiting to see the opponent's body and soul be annihilated.

Then, there was a clang of his knife...

The knife is fired.

Bai Taki swung the bench in his hand, and blocked Yin Lei and the killing knife back, as if he had swung a home run.

Only when Qing Jiudao came back to his senses did he notice that his dark thunder had been shaken away. He looked at the killing knife in his hand, his expression changed several times.

How is this going?

He was actually blocked... No, he was beaten back?But how is this possible?What he used was just an ordinary wooden stool...could it be Jianmu?

Qing Jiu Dao couldn't figure it out, could it be that his posture of swinging the saber just now was wrong?But obviously he was in excellent condition and shot with all his strength, but he couldn't beat the enemy with one move?

No... There must be something wrong... I am so strong, how can I be deflated?

"That's it?" Shirataki lifted the bench: "Any other new tricks?"

A taunt pulled Qing Jiudao back to the line, he stared at his opponent, his thoughts were full of thoughts, and he calmed down again.

He realized that the opponent's strength was absolutely good, but strength was not the main problem. He must have performed abnormally, so he found the opportunity.

I must be too anxious, thinking about taking away the king soul to strengthen the thousand soul killing knife, so the move is too obvious, and it also exposed flaws.

Such a mistake happened once, but there will be no second time!

All developments are reasonable, and all situations are expected!

Today is an excellent lucky night, even if there is a small mistake, it will not hurt.

"Small problem, harmless..." Qing Jiudao let go of the hilt, freed his left hand, and showed his second knife.

"Oh? Erdaoliu? Is your surname Tong?" Bai Taki was slightly moved.

Qing Jiudao pulled out the second killing knife, this time it was very fast and did not slow down.

But also because of this, the number of resentful souls doubled in less than a second.

It seems that the number has only doubled, but the calculation and magnitude of multiplication and addition are completely different.

Evil spirit, murderous spirit, ghostly spirit, and Yin spirit are intertwined together, and there is no shocking performance effect, but this pair of swords makes people feel extremely dangerous.

The cloud and mist outside the inn seemed to be occupied by Yin Qi, and it became dark and deep, with a strong and strange green light.

"When I draw out the second knife, no one can stand in front of me safe and sound." Qing Jiudao let out a bold statement, raised the knife and pointed at Bai Taki: "I will take your life!"

"Okay, come." Shirataki hooked his hands: "Let me see your Starburst Airflow Slash and Solar Eclipse."

Qing Jiudao took a deep breath, bowed his body, crossed his hands in front of his chest, held the knife in his left hand on the right side, and held the knife in his right hand on the left side.

Among the fragments he got, there were only two moves of the Yinlei Saber Technique, the Yinlei Flash, and the Yinlei Xiaoyue that he was about to perform.

As soon as he stepped on the ground with his toes, his whole body disappeared into the scenery for a moment, thunder and thunder, the two knives drew out in an arc, and the two waning moons covered the owl's head.

His person and his knife are so terrifying, but seeing the thunder flash away, the figure of the killer disappeared again.

Brother Mo and Uncle Feng looked around but did not find anyone, nor did they see the earth-shattering scene.

Qing Jiudao was lying on the ground outside the inn, with half of a bench leg stuck in his face, and he was not lying peacefully at all.

Chapter 790 Nine Shrimp and Pig Heart

This is a little different from what Qing Jiudao had expected in advance.

When he pulled out the second knife, even if the opponent wasn't frightened to the point of tearing his guts apart, he should have been unable to move.

With two killing knives in hand, how could he not be affected by such a terrifying coercion of living souls.

He not only moved, but also backhanded the bench...

bench?

How could an ordinary bench hurt me!

Qing Jiudao really wanted to say that, but half of the stool was stuck in his face, and he was spurting blood.

His teeth have been broken a lot, and the wind leaks when he opens his mouth to speak, and his face is sunken, like a pie that was punched by Lie Haiwang.

Qing Jiudao couldn't figure it out, stared at the other party, and asked with difficulty: "Why...you can still move..."

"Isn't it normal to be able to move?" Bai Taki raised the corners of his mouth: "I can move more than I can? I can walk, hey, I can trot, I can step, I can jump, I can jump. Jump, jump, jump!"

Qing Jiudao spat out a mouthful of blood.

He finally understood that his two full-layer murder knives didn't break the defense at all.

The secret book of the Seven Killing Gates said that only the killing knife is the strongest power in the world, killing and plundering for your own use.

He believed it in the past.

Now he just wants to burn that torn book, what a braggart and no drafts!Less bragging in the book, can I be so inflated?

Shirataki put down the bench that was missing a corner, and sat down firmly.

There is really no reason to be lenient when dealing with such appalling evil spirits.

It was up to the judge to forgive him, and what I should do was to send him to the judge.

"Do you have any other last words?"

"Have……"

Qing Jiudao opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

He wanted to tell Chi Lianshiwu not to avenge him and his fourth brother with his eldest brother, but...how could he say this last word to the other party?

Doesn't this tell him that there are two more killers?

Urge the other party to act quickly in disguise, so that they can reunite sooner below?

Good brothers and sisters should have a neat family?

He didn't say anything in the end, but at the end of his life, he seemed to see the running under the sunset that day, that was his lost youth.