I Became an Anonymous Boss

It was clear that it had no resistance at all when it was blocked by the current one before, but why can it block this knife now?

Could it be that the wall...was it acting before?

The onlookers have complex moods, rich expressions, and lively inner activities can perform stand-up comedy.

Bai Taki raised his hand to suppress the scattered blades, he let out a breath.

Fortunately, the opponent used this knife, otherwise he might not have blocked it so easily.

Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover with soil, and a solid city defense dam can stop the tide of the river, and the soil can restrain the water.

No matter how powerful the first-line tide is, can it destroy the mountain?

The tide is endless, can it crush the reef?

Does not.

Just like the principle that water drops through stone, it seems to be mechanical deformation caused by physics, but in fact it also adds more chemistry.

The invincible city of Camelot can even block the human incendiary cannon, which proves that meat and defense are the last word.

Using the city wall as the starting point, Bai Taki cut off the force of the saber lightly, and the power of the world was blocked, so the sword gang became a loose soldier, vulnerable to a single blow.

But he was still a little startled.

If he didn't block this knife, or if he didn't block it, at least one-fifth of the capital behind him would be destroyed.

The power of this knife was so strong that Lie Sheng didn't hold back at all.

In other words, at this point, he has no intention of keeping his hands.

Even if Baitaki was behind the capital of Nantang and countless people, he would not hesitate to swing his saber.

There was no mercy in this knife.

Maybe it was to warn Shirataki, don't try to force him to weaken the sword with such cleverness;

Maybe it's because he didn't think much at all, and he didn't care what the consequences would be if he took the knife;

Perhaps it was intentional, the old man had long since lost sympathy for Nantang and the capital, and even hated each other.

...why...these three words can no longer be asked.

Because Lie Sheng had put the saber back into its sheath, he took another unnecessary breath to store his second saber.

Shirataki shook his sleeves, and the city wall behind him trembled slightly with his movements, knocking down countless dust and many people who were not standing still.

He didn't move forward, nor did he move.

When he borrowed the sword, Lie Sheng waited; when he ate the bread, Lie Sheng also waited.

Reciprocity, waiting for the first knife, there is a second knife.

It can be said that this is arrogance. After all, life and death are drawn by swords. There are too many decisions in this battle. Why pay attention to the demeanor of the rivers and lakes. If group fights are useful, don't mind whether the opponent is a centenarian or not.

Shirataki is not stupid, he understands this truth better than anyone else, modern people are not dissatisfied with morals at all, and the burden of being an idol is only available to those who rely on their faces for food. If he can win, he doesn't mind sneak attacks and the like It's a dirty trick, but I know it's useless, so I don't want to be ashamed.

It is obvious that Lie Sheng regards Bai Taki as his last opponent in the arena, and pays a high degree of attention and respect; Bai Taki also knows that martial arts must be tempered, and regards the best sword in the world as a test that he must overcome. refining.

This battle is destined to be full of water, from physique to strength, to realm, martial arts cultivation, to famous stunts, and the vision of the king.

Both sides are fighting patiently, testing each other's ability and bottom line a little bit, so this battle has become a turn-based battle that ordinary people can understand.

After finishing the round system, you will enter the next stage of fighting, waiting for the moves to be exhausted and the temptation to end, then...

Shirataki's heart is heavy... In fact, the longer the turn-based system goes, the better it will be for him.

Although the pressure is getting stronger and stronger, it is within the expected range. Once he enters the situation of chasing fiercely, he will no longer have the opportunity to continuously improve his level.

It is still the last step away from the completion of the demon's reversal, and it is only a little away from the invisible reality of the demon.

Barry is only half of 90.

To complete the last mile, it depends on whether you can get as much insight as possible from the confrontation in the 'turn system'.

Perhaps Lie Sheng's choice to fight slowly is also to give him a chance to break through, show his sword little by little, from weak to strong, and hope that he can completely cross that half step and cross the threshold of the sixth heaven.

From this point of view, Lie Sheng seemed to have killed him, but he was still merciful.

Bai Taki let out a sigh of relief, he really didn't dare to think, if the burly old man opened fire from the very beginning, how would he deal with it, maybe he would collapse at the first touch.

It's just that being number one in the world has been doing it for too long, and it's really too lonely, so that in order to find a suitable opponent, I have to slowly feed him and wait for him to grow.

It's so difficult.

Instead, he wanted to laugh, he tensed up and relaxed for a moment, as if he had revealed a fatal weakness, but at this moment his heart was as solid as Mount Tai.

Lie Sheng finished breathing, as if he had sensed that the young man had once again raised his level, his eyes lit up.

He was satisfied and regretful.

……not enough!

Immediately, the knife was drawn clangingly like a whip, and the second knife came out of its sheath.

The first cut is a surging tide, a collapsing avalanche;

The second knife is no longer the general trend of the world, but an artistic conception.

Gudao Town has been in the wind and snow for 60 years, and it was number one in the world when it was retired, and number one in the world when it came out of the mountain. How lonely is it?

Telling about the long years of sixty years, the loneliness is enough to cross the time.

This knife is still not the vision of the heavenly king, but once again surpasses the ordinary vision of the heavenly king.

The first knife focuses on momentum, and the second knife focuses on intention.

The first is to kill, and the second is to cut the heart.

The first strike is easy to block, but the second strike is difficult to prevent.

In an instant, the light of the knife passed by in panic, the world was silent, and there was no knife mark on the road.

Bai Taki lowered his head slowly, and a scarlet blood line emerged, running from his right shoulder to his left abdomen.

Bleeding blood blooms in full bloom, dressed in black and half blood.

Too late to care about serious injuries.

Because he heard the sound of the knife returning to its sheath.

Second sound!

Lie Sheng took another breath, but this time it was not a face-to-face breath, but a huge energy flow.

One breath travels the four seas, two breaths climb the five mountains, three breaths fight against the eight deserts, four breaths travel to the nine skies, and five breaths reach beyond the sky.

The third knife followed.

The sword comes to the dust, the rivers and lakes are full, the power of the sword and the meaning of the sword are raised to the peak at the same time, and a freehand sword is like a full moon with a bow.

Shirataki has become a pawn crossing the river, there is no way out, he is in danger, he will surely die in the future, and there is still a sliver of life in the future.

He turned all the Gang Qi into Qi Machine, and Shi Long and Yun Long were all ink-stained. Under the sleeves, the purple thunder rolled down, and the blood-stained dust rolled.

Yulong removes armor.

At this time, the thunder light from the sky exploded, and the heavy rain that had been suppressed for a long time finally fell. The torrential rain poured down, wet the young man's sleeves, washed the bloody clothes, and the rain was completely stained red. The thunder light illuminated his expression.

Not afraid, not miserable, but smiling.

He cursed secretly with a smile.

"—Fuck the turn-based system!"

Strangers wave their sleeves, double dragons sweep the ground, thunderstorms destroy the city, and freehand is competing for romance.

……

"Fucking sneak attack! I'm going to kill him openly today!"

"All the ashes were thrown away! Even the 24 generations of emperors could not save him, I said so!"

Uncle Feng's strong self-confidence came from somewhere, and he yelled loudly: "Don't stop me, let me kill him alone!"

"Calm down, wait a minute, it's inappropriate." Shadow said, "With Uncle Feng's ability, I'm worried that you won't be able to defeat him and be killed instead."

"One thing to say, indeed." Brother Mo agreed: "It's better to be more stable...and you kill yourself, is it appropriate?"

"Is there anything suitable or not?" Uncle Feng raised his finger and pointed at his hand: "Do you see what this is?"

"...your blood-related wife?"

"Wrong, this is the youngest wife, and the eldest wife is on the left."

Snapped!Uncle Feng slapped Shadow: "Don't interrupt!"

He said seriously again: "This is a fist the size of a casserole. I can knock him down with just one punch!"

Uncle Feng put his hands on his chest, full of confidence.

"This King Yong is super humble. He lives a good life with clothes, food, and hands all day long. He has long been raised as a useless person. With such a good life, is it possible for him to practice martial arts? Can he practice martial arts well? It must be good to eat, drink, and have fun all day long, go to Goulan to listen to music every now and then, invite beautiful oirans to come back to dance, and raise a lot of beautiful non-human concubines to sleep with them every day in the palace..."

"Stop, stop, Uncle Feng, you have exposed your inner thoughts." Shadow interrupted.

"It sounds like envy, jealousy and hatred, so the killing intent is overwhelming." Brother Mo pressed in a low voice.

"Shut up!" Uncle Feng stared and scolded angrily: "I am him, he is me, what I want to do, he must have done it, I still don't know what kind of thing I am! So he must die today!"

Shadow: "Wow, this person is so ruthless that he scolds himself."

"That's not the point! The point is the contrast!"

Uncle Feng clenched his fists and gestured for the bodybuilder's movements.

"How did I get here all these years? I struggled, I couldn't eat well, I didn't wear warm clothes, and I worked all day, so I also gained an extremely strong body! It's also the innate Vajra Immortal Boy Kung Fu and Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu for 17 years. Power!"

"And what about him? His body was hollowed out by wine and sex, and he has become a complete waste. Facing the strong, he is only worthy of trembling weak people!"

"Yong Wang is super humble, but I am super brave!"

"I have already won this battle, and I have won too much!"

Brother Mo and Shadow looked at each other: "So?"

"So, you don't need to make a move, just leave it to me!" Uncle Feng strode out of the corner: "Watch me show a wave of gorgeous solo kills!"

Brother Mo squinted: "What do you think?"