Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Under Zhuge Rui's sword, dozens of monks from the Jindan Realm sect were trapped.

With a radius of thousands of feet, the appearance of space cracks burst by the power of mysterious magnetism regardless of enemy or friend, caused panic.

This is a space crack, a terrifying force that Nascent Soul real people need to deal with carefully.

These Jindan junior and middle stage practitioners couldn't perceive these cracks at all, let alone defense, they all stood there, not daring to move at all.

"Zhuge Rui, are you crazy!"

"Zhuge Rui, if something happens to us today, you, Frost Snow Sword Academy, will definitely be buried with us."

……

In the face of life and death, even the Patriarch Jindan was not much better than those ordinary people, and they all cursed.

Zhuge Rui had no expression on his face, and let another crack explode his shoulder.

"Our father is so cruel?"

Not far away, Zhuge Jun's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.That old man who is greedy for petty gain, loves to brag, and is stubborn, will make such a ruthless move when he fights.

"A pack of wolves are waiting around, it has to be like this..."

Zhuge Hong shook his head and said helplessly.

Zhuge Rui who suppressed the sky with one sword.He must frighten all the enemies in front of him with one strike of his sword.

He is not a god, if he fights against these Jindan masters one by one, he may fight wonderfully and win easily, but he will not have such an immediate effect.

Suppress the sky with one sword, you can't crush your peers with one sword, how can you suppress the sky?

"Sure enough, the reputation is tiring..." Zhuge Hong muttered with a strange expression.

Outsiders don't know the pain inside, those onlookers only saw Zhuge Rui's sword coming out, dozens of Golden Core practitioners gritted their teeth and cursed, but no one dared to move.

This arrogance makes those practitioners who are already motivated are very heartbroken.

"This is what a sword cultivator looks like in my heart!"

"My generation of sword cultivators should be like this, speaking with the sword!"

Countless practitioners clamored and rushed towards the ice cliff.

All the sect masters who watched looked gloomy, but no one stepped forward to rescue them.

What to save, the more people imprisoned by the power of black magnetism, the more powerful it will be, and if someone goes there, it will only deliver food.

"What should I do?" someone whispered.

"Wait."

"Wait and see whether you brothers die first, or Zhuge Rui dies first?" Someone gritted his teeth.

"Wait for the real person to make a move."

Real people!

In the Nascent Soul Realm, you can see the truth.

There are sects of real people, that is the seventh rank.

The sects tracked are not seventh-rank sects.

There are other seventh-rank sects involved in this matter!
The seventh-rank sect naturally does not want to see the rise of the Shuangxue Sword Academy.

All the masters from various sects felt a chill in their hearts, the Shuangxue Sword Academy was plotting, and there were people who were plotting against the Shuangxue Sword Academy behind them.

It's just sad that in the end, people like myself are just pawns.

"Principal Zhuge, is it too much to treat my colleagues so harshly?"

A leisurely voice sounded, and the entire sky was covered with snow.

Those pure white snowflakes fell, covering the space of thousands of feet around Zhuge Rui's body, revealing a big round snowball.

The snowball kept rolling and gradually became smaller, from a thousand feet to five hundred feet, hundreds of feet.

Golden core monks escaped from the confinement of the mysterious power one by one.

These Jindan masters who escaped from death turned around and bowed to the void: "Thank you, Daoist Yan Li, for your rescue!"

A figure appeared from mid-air.

Wearing a black gown, wearing a feather crown, on a thin face, his eyes are like lightning.

Within a radius of [-] li, the number one sect, the grand elder of the Xueyan sect of the seventh-rank faction, Yan Lizhen.

Master Yan Li nodded slightly, spewing out power from his palm, and the spiritual light continuously compressed the wrapped snowball.

"boom--"

The snowball exploded, and Zhuge Rui flew back a hundred feet with a sullen face.

"Zhuge Rui, have you forgotten even the most basic etiquette in the world of cultivation? Why don't you pay homage in front of real people?" A mid-Gold Core practitioner shouted loudly.

Master Yan Li looked indifferently, condescendingly, looking at Zhuge Rui.

"Prayer?" Zhuge Rui snorted coldly, and slowly raised the long gray sword in his hand.

"He's going to step up and fight Nascent Soul Daoist!"

"Shuangxue Sword Academy has been reduced to the present state, and this Zhuge Rui doesn't know how to restrain himself. This is the way to kill him!"

There was an uproar around.

Everyone will admire a golden core who dares to raise a sword to Daoist Yuanying.But more of it is a mockery of people who can't recognize the form.

Suppress the sky with one sword?If you have the ability, you can go through a hundred tricks in the hands of Daoist Yuanying.

"Overestimating one's abilities!" Daoist Yan Li's face changed, and the power of the soul surged all over his body, and a faint phantom emerged from behind him.

The Nascent Soul's power to condense the dharma form is only one step away!

Such a master, even a practitioner who has just entered the Nascent Soul, can only flee, let alone Zhuge Rui is only the seventh rank of Jindan?
There is no chance, not even a chance to escape!

"Zhuge Rui, this real person gave your ancestor Hengtian face, you admit your mistake to your comrades, and then dissipate the mysterious magnetic power of those two boys, and close the sword academy for ten years. This matter, just expose it. how?"

Behind Daoist Yan Li, Faxiang stared at Zhuge Rui with both eyes, and a thunderous voice came out of his mouth.

Admit your mistake, disperse the Zhuge brothers' cultivation, and close the Sword Academy for ten years.

Everything will push Shuangxue Sword Academy to a dead end.

If Zhuge Rui admits his mistake, the prestige of the Sword Academy will be wiped out.Brother Zhuge is the future leader of the Sword Academy. If they lose their cultivation, who will be in charge of the Sword Academy for the next hundred years?
As for closing the Sword Academy for ten years and not accepting new disciples for ten years, it is a way to cut off the inheritance of the Sword Academy and seek death.

It seemed that Zhuge Rui was given a choice, but in fact, Zhuge Rui had no choice.

"Sure enough, it was a real person who made the move. With this step, Zhuge Rui has no choice."

"Not necessarily, as long as he has the heart of a strong man to cut his wrists, there may be a way out."

"Wrong, if he retreats, there will be no luck today."

"If you don't retreat, isn't it a dead end?"

"Yes, hehe."...

The Golden Core cultivators who had been suppressed by Zhuge Rui showed smiles on their faces, and the old god was watching Zhuge Rui.He is dead.

"Old things, relying on the old to sell the old is not a small spectrum." Zhuge Rui said with a pooh, disdainfully.

Old stuff!
Facing a Daoist Nascent Soul and calling him an "old thing" face to face!
The Golden Core cultivators around were all dumbfounded and held back for a long time before they blushed and held back their burst of laughter.

"Haha, it's a thief to grow old and not die, my father is really right." Zhuge Jun laughed and roared cheerfully.

"Hey..." Zhuge Hong shook his head and said lightly, "I'm afraid it's not a thing."

"boom--"

A pillar of light soaring to the sky flashed from the body of Master Yan Li.

The voices of Zhuge and his son were not low, and every word of Yan Li, the Daoist Yuanying, stopped in his ears.

How long has it been since someone pointed and scolded you like this?
How long has it been since you met someone who disrespected you so much?
"Hehe, he is indeed an old thing after living for more than 800 years." Master Yan Li laughed angrily: "Someone scolded me like this a hundred years ago, and now, his body is still buried in the ice of Qianzhang Snow Cliff .”

"Om-"

A blood-red long sword in Yan Li's hand slashed across the sky with an ear-piercing scream, and slashed directly at the top of Zhuge Rui's head.

This sword, under the Nascent Soul, cannot be caught or avoided at all!