I Became an Anonymous Boss

Thunder exploded in the sky, and the two collided together, blood splattering.

King Yong stabbed the knife into the opponent's flank about eight inches.

Uncle Feng gritted his teeth in severe pain, and punched King Yong's head with his fist. He staggered back with one punch, and pulled out the knife, splashing blood.

King Yong didn't sit down, but let go of his hands with disheveled hair, and rushed up directly, with a ferocious expression like a ghost.

He strangled his other self by the neck and pushed him into a puddle of mud.

The potholes left on the ground have already accumulated a lot of muddy water.

Uncle Feng's facial features were submerged in muddy water, and a large number of bloody bubbles coughed out of his throat.

"die!"

"Death to this king!"

"I'm going to kill you, and then I'll kill the people in the palace!"

The roar was full of madness, but the way of killing was very simple.

Suddenly, a ray of clear light fell, piercing the curtain of rain.

King Yong's ferocious expression was fixed on his face, he lowered his head, lowered his eyes slowly, and looked at the point of the knife that was not protruding from the center of his chest.

Bright red gushed out, staining his clothes below his chest red, and his life was rapidly flowing away.

His fingertips were cold, his arms were stiff, and his strength flowed away with the red color.

Nan Xiaofeng broke free from the opponent's hand and raised his upper body from the mud pit. His face was covered with mud and water, and he could not see the joy of victory at all.

The carving knife pierced King Yong from behind, and he was bound to die, his life was cut off.

This knife was originally used to kill people. It had been prepared more than ten years ago, and all it was waiting for was an order.

The moment Nan Xiaofeng let go of his hand, the knife came out, and the spells engraved on it would faithfully execute the written instructions.

King Yong's ferocious expression freezes.

After subduing his ferocity, his facial features became silent. Looking at it from a close distance, it seemed that he was really the same as Nan Xiaofeng.

He didn't lose his temper, but looked down, watching the young man in the mud pit lower his head, as if looking at his own face reflected in the pool.

"It shouldn't be like this."

"I have prepared for so many years, how could I die here..."

"I should be able to be the emperor, I should be able to avenge them..."

He lowered his head, tears streaming down his face suddenly.

The ambitious vengeful devil weeps.

He looked at himself choked with sobs: "It shouldn't be like this, should it?"

The man in the mud stretched out his hand, took King Yong's hand, and held it tightly.

Be quiet, don't say anything, can't say anything.

King Yong smiled miserably, and with one last look, he looked at the distant imperial city, the blood-stained execution ground.

Before dying, he smiled idiotically and whispered as if relieved.

"The child is here to see you..."

King Yong's body fell to the ground, his blood stained red. The ambitious prince walked very quietly, without the hysteria he imagined.

Nan Xiaofeng got up from the muddy puddle and spit out a few mouthfuls of mud. He raised his head to let the rainstorm wash away the blood and muddy water on his body, then stretched out his hand, and struggled to lift King Yong's body, but unfortunately he was exhausted and almost fell down.

At this time, two hands helped him up from the side.

"You fought well." Shadow whispered, "It's really hard for you."

"Are you boasting?" Uncle Feng smiled wryly.

"What about this corpse?" Brother Mo asked.

"Anyway, it's half of me. Don't let him expose his corpse on the street, take him away...Anyway, the royal family will not properly bury him."

"Can you afford a grave?" Shadow asked, "Find a barren mountain and bury it?"

"When the rain stops, burn him and take his ashes away." Uncle Feng lowered his head, his tone was very light and hasty: "Go...he is dead, others will not let us go... hurry up Walk……"

Before the words finished, an angry and shrill scream came from the Sitianjian, which made the listeners feel a strong palpitation.

The black tower of Si Tianjian shook violently, the sound of cracking came from the pavilion, the thick outer layer of black rock was shattered, and the second-rank alchemist hit the ground like a meteor.

When he landed, his bun had been scattered, his hair was disheveled, his hair covered his hideous cracked mask, and his bright red pupil was like a ghost.

"died……"

"This is dead too..."

"All dead, all dead..."

He was chanting crazily, like a man in a daze, the voice of the broken thoughts was not heavy, but it made the rain around him twist back and forth as if being pulled by invisible palms, and his aura fluctuated endlessly like a cosine function.

Qin Buhui stepped out from the main entrance of the Sitianjian, watching the air mechanism floating, sometimes like a hurricane, sometimes like a turbulent wave, the second-rank alchemist, he was not sure what was going on for a while, although her moves were fatal, but the second-rank alchemist How could it be so easy to be killed.

She gained the upper hand because of the coincidence brought by the right time and place. The other party had lingering fears, and he didn't know what he was afraid of. This fear made him timid, and he didn't dare to do it with all his strength. Qin Buhui was also willing to pretend to be a tiger. The method kept killing the opponent's energy, forcing him to retreat again and again, but suddenly the deputy supervisor broke through the wall like a madman, and his energy began to skyrocket.

After Miss Qin saw the dead body of King Yong clearly, she secretly understood the situation.

She didn't feel too relaxed.

King Yong is not the most important piece on the chessboard, he is just a fuse, it is not difficult to kill him, but if he is killed, a chain reaction will be detonated.

Qin Buhui couldn't be sure, King Yong would die in his 'own' hands, even if he knew it in advance, there would be no reason to stop him.

She believes that no matter how the situation changes, it will remain the same. The biggest threat is blocked by the young master outside the city wall, and the rest are leftovers.

Can……

"They're all dead, ah ha ha ha, they're all dead... I'm done too, everyone is going to die..."

The alchemist's fingers clasped his face, or in other words, firmly clasped the unbroken mask on his face.

The changing expression of Yin and Qing, the floating and restless aura, and the crazy murderous intent of the madman all showed how dangerous he had become.

Qin Buhui was about to speak out to remind him, when he suddenly felt a strong sense of danger.

The alchemist in front of him actually imitated a martial artist, and directly slammed into her, the rain curtain was torn, and a broken phantom of water color was pulled out.

She immediately swung her sword and kicked out a flying brick at the same time. The brick passed through the afterimage of the water curtain, and the sword light pierced the alchemist's palm and pierced the opponent's shoulder blade.

But Yasha didn't seem to feel pain, he held the sword edge bloody, and pressed his palm to her forehead. Before touching it, a surge of arrogance flowed out of thin air from under his sleeve, colliding with Qin Buhui's Qi mechanism that circulated the sky.

Qin Buhui's aura was like a city gate that had been slammed four or five times in a row. When the hole opened, the corners of her mouth overflowed with bright red. She backed up all the way, knocking over countless tables and chairs, breaking her brows, and Mo Xie's sword screaming.

She glanced at the mad but extremely calm alchemist, her eyes were full of puzzlement.

"...how is it possible...is this Confucian righteousness?"

The world system, have you ever seen a person who can be compatible with two systems?

Only a very small number of people will do this, and almost all of them have to switch to another road when one road is blocked. For example, the owner of Murong Village of Panlong Villa left because his realm fell into the false realm of the heavenly king and he did not want to die of old age. The path of a Qi practitioner, trying to overcome the thunder calamity to achieve the golden core, and live another thousand years.

It is difficult for an alchemist to advance to the second rank, but he took advantage of the fortune of the country to reach the second rank; but the awe-inspiring righteousness is unique to Confucianism, and he needs to study the classics of sages, recite ancient books, and practice courage before he can speak out and kill people with swords.

Can a second-rank alchemist be compatible with a high-rank Confucian?This kind of awe-inspiring energy is at least the third rank to rule the country.

Before he had time to think about it, the person who couldn't tell whether it was an alchemist or a Confucian scholar breathed out his breath, and his awe-inspiring energy turned into a seven-foot green spear, and he slashed towards Qin Buhui with awe-inspiring momentum.

Haoran righteousness is unique to Confucianism, and its biggest feature is that it is extremely versatile, and it is a high-quality Confucian, who can kill people just by uttering words, and a word can be a sword.

What's even more frightening is that the Confucian scholars who ruled the country with three grades can be said to follow the law.

Yasha spat out verbal swords, already coughing up blood endlessly.

His eyes were full of fury and murderous intent, and he let out a low shout again, regardless of the cracks in the mask spreading.

"—Draw the ground as a prison!"

The sword is in the front, and the ground is in the back.

Qin Buhui looked at the formation of the invisible prison, she couldn't retreat, she took a long breath, a cloud of energy was born on Mo Xie's sword, and the ethereal sword intent flowed like a cloud.

The sword intent was brewing, and the sleeves were rattling. This move and even the subtle movements were very similar to someone's charm when swinging a sword.

One sleeve Yunlong!

Although it is not as good as the vision of the king of heaven, it also has some resemblance and true meaning.

The swords collided with the dragon of cloud and air, and the martial arts moves Qin Buhui had secretly learned were powerful. The Si Tianjian, which was already half damaged, was torn apart like a storm, and the ground that could no longer hold it was broken. .

Qin Buhui was injured, and fell below in a purple suit.

The alchemist shouted in a low voice: "Kill!"

Haoran's Qi sword turned around, and chased after Qin Buhui.

A trace of anxiety flashed in her eyes, the opponent's strength soared, she had to find a way to rush out.

But at this moment, a gust of wind blew up in the dark corridor below, the blood-red sharp claws tore through the atmosphere, and flew past Qin Buhui's body, some kind of force repelled the sword condensed with awe-inspiring aura.

In the dark corridor without light, there was the sound of steel rubbing against the stone wall.

"Who is it! Show me!" the alchemist said, "The lights are bright!"

The firelight lit up the corridor, and also illuminated the figure walking in the darkness, and the black-clothed man who looked like a fierce bird stopped in his tracks.

"Tie Sheng." Qin Buhui was astonished: "Why are you here?"

"Where can I go, Tiesheng?" The wolf king pretended to be relaxed, he didn't want to say that he was deliberately pretended to be a third-rate spy and was caught.

Immediately, those eyes, like a fierce bird, looked at the Yaksha mask on the other side.

He raised his eyebrows, and said sarcastically: "You are the third in the rouge list, but not the third in the human list. Instead of making good vases, you just learn to wield knives and guns. You are asking for trouble."

Qin Buhui raised his fingers to paint on his lips a color redder than rouge, rolled his eyes, and said sweetly, "None of your business?"

Beautiful people with cross-eyed eyes can still be regarded as charming, and it is pleasant to swear by beautiful people, otherwise why would so many people beg others to 'swear more'.

Tie Sheng has a bad temper, if someone else told him that, at least it would be a beating beyond recognition.

But as a prairie man, he has a rare gentlemanly demeanor, and never cares too much about women, unless it is a self-inflicted and really annoying bitch.

He will not care about this beautiful woman now.