Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Is Xuanci Dao powerful?

That's natural, Zhuge Rui suppressed dozens of golden pills with one sword, how could he not be powerful?
But no matter how powerful the power of Xuan Magnetic is, it cannot save Zhuge Rui's life.

Daoist Nascent Soul, his realm crushes, unless he is of the same level of strength, Zhuge Rui will die.

It's a pity that Zhuge Rui is the strongest in Frost Snow Sword Academy.

There may still be someone sleeping in Cishan, but this place is hundreds of miles away from Cishan, that person will never wake up because of this matter, and that person has no chance to wake up at all.

Everything is a foregone conclusion under this sword.

The Shuangxue Sword Academy, which has been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, is now cut off!

The bloody long sword cut through the void and landed three feet above Zhuge Rui's head, unable to advance an inch.

"Which fellow daoist makes a move, is this going to be an enemy of our Xueyan Sect?"

Pressing down the spiritual power in his palm, Yan Li gave a low voice, and his spirit poured into the dharma form behind him, and the illusory dharma form solidified again, as if it was about to become a reality.

Fa Xiang's eyes searched around, and the evil spirit scattered on his ferocious face.

"Om-"

At this moment, the blood-colored long sword hanging above Zhuge Rui's head let out a mournful cry, and twisted, trying to fly away, but it seemed to be held back by some force, unable to escape at all.

"Who is it!" Yan Li's complexion changed drastically, he turned his palms, and spit out spiritual power.The bloody color flipped over, emitting thousands of golden lights, and Yan Li's palm flew slowly and firmly.

"Om-"

An unbearable mournful cry came from the long sword, fixed in mid-air, as if calling for help to its master.

"Who the hell are you!"

Yan Li turned pale with shock, only to see his talisman screamed and trembled, and then turned into flying ash inch by inch and collapsed!
A magic weapon, a Nascent Soul Daoist sword, was dissipated just like that.

The power of profound magnetism!

This is the power of the mysterious magnetic power, everything in the world can be wiped away!
When did the Shuangxue Sword Academy have such a master of profound magnetism?

Yan Li's face turned pale, he kept backing away, and the Dharma figure behind him kept looking around.

"Caught you!"

Yan Li roared wildly, and his spiritual power turned into a hundred-foot-long dragon, rushing straight to the sky on the left.

"warehouse--"

"warehouse--"

There were two sounds of long swords being unsheathed, and two gray and black long swords appeared in the void. After that, a tall and straight figure hung in the air.

Zhao Yang.

"Brother, help me."

Zhao Yang raised his hands, and the two long swords turned into rotating lights, and strangled towards the spiritual dragon.

Zhuge Rui laughed loudly, exuding a gray and black breath all over his body.Not only him, but Brother Zhuge not far behind also had black magnetic force emanating from him.

Above the void, a nearly [-]-foot-long flying boat appeared across the sky, and streams of mysterious magnetic power on the flying boat swayed like rain and landed on Zhao Yang.

Inside the flying boat, thousands of Shuangxue Sword Academy disciples were refining the basaltic spar with all their strength, and then transmitted the basaltic power to Zhao Yang below.

Zhao Yang lifted his hands lightly, and the two long swords gave off a burst of black light, twisting the mad dragon with spiritual power into pieces.

"Liangyi Sword, Zhao Yang?"

Yan Li stopped there with his hands tied, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

In his eyes, Zhao Yang only had the appearance of the Foundation Establishment Realm, so it was not worth mentioning.

However, the vigorous power of mysterious magnetism emanating from his body made him feel like he was facing a real person of the same level.

Who is this Zhao Yang!
"Is that the Liangyi Sword?"

"So there is such a master in the Shuangxue Sword Academy!"

"Facing Yuanying directly, don't lose the wind, is this Liangyi sword the realm of Yuanying?"

……

There was a sound of discussion, and the hearts of those onlookers were tumbling.

If the people from the Frost Snow Sword Academy go back today, the situation in this area will change drastically in the future.

Looking at the calm Zhao Yang, Yan Li also has no bottom in his heart.

As a real Nascent Soul, even if the other party melts his natal magic weapon, it will not make him lose his mind.

People who don't know the details should be treated with caution.

The best way is to go back first and come back after you figure it out.

It's just a pity that today's great opportunity to wipe out the Shuangxue Sword Academy was given up for nothing.

Moreover, the destruction of the talisman is also a big loss for him.

Not reconciled, let's fight again!
Thinking of this, Yan Li gritted his teeth, squeezed the tactic with both hands, and the eyes of Fa Xiang behind him were wide open, and the power of the soul controlled the Fa Xiang, holding a magic pestle in his hand, and with a flicker, he came to Zhao Yang.

Looking at the Demon Subduing Pestle raised high, Zhao Yang sighed slightly, and said flatly, "300 million."

"Om-"

The subduing magic pestle fell to the ground, Yan Li screamed in the distance, and saw a palm with the size of a cattail leaf protruding from the void, pressing it on the top of his Dharma image, just pressing lightly, the Dharma image he had cultivated for 300 years, suddenly collapse.

"kill!"

Zhao Yang flashed his figure and flew straight to Yan Li. Yan Li endured the severe pain in his heart, and his spiritual power was scattered. Just when he was about to gather his defenses, he felt that the world was spinning, and the world in front of him had changed.

When he fixed his eyes, he saw that he was falling on the vast ocean, and the auras on the hundred-foot-high ships in front of him were lit up, and countless beams of light hit him.

This was his last thought.

A Daoist Nascent Soul fell instantly, and the rising aura turned into a pillar of cloud and dissipated.

"Okay, let's go back to the base." Yao Guangcheng, holding a big sword, waved his hand, and the wave-splitting warships slowly disappeared in place.

After a while, several monster figures appeared here, but nothing was found.

Of course, no one outside knows about these things that happened in the game world.

The onlookers only saw that Zhao Yang stretched out his hand and took Daoist Yuan Ying away.

There were only two moves before and after, and it took only a few breaths of effort from Zhao Yang's appearance to taking down Master Yan Li.

What kind of cultivation is this Liangyi sword!
The Golden Core cultivators from all sects were trembling, none of them dared to speak out.

The Shuangxue Sword Academy has shown its strength, and already has the domineering spirit of a seventh-rank sect.

For practitioners within a radius of ten thousand miles, the best way is to surrender.

"Okay, this is the end of this matter." Zhao Yang looked at those people from various sects who were chasing and killing Zhuge brothers, and said loudly.

Hearing his words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the Shuangxue Sword Academy doesn't pursue it at this time, and today, everyone hugs their thighs with shy faces and doesn't reach out to hit the smiling person, the relationship can always be eased.

After Zhao Yang finished speaking, his expression changed suddenly, and he said, "It's just that the real Xueyan Sect offended my Shuangxue Sword Academy for no reason, and intercepted and killed my sword academy disciples. For such a vicious act, my sword academy has to seek justice." Seek justice from the seventh-rank sect?

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then some people showed eagerness on their faces.

Seventh-rank sect, that was before.

With the fall of Daoist Yuan Ying, the seventh-rank sect has at most only a shell of a super-eighth rank.

It would be no problem for the Shuangxue Sword Institute to kill the Daoist Nascent Soul, and to kill a sect without a Nascent Soul master.

Why did this Liangyijian speak out about this matter in public?
"Deputy Head Zhao, I, the three thousand monks of Hanbingya, are willing to be the pioneer!" Someone clasped his fists and shouted loudly.

Pioneer!

Submit your name!
"My Flying Snow Sword Pavilion also has 3000 people!"

"And I……"

……

Zhao Yang showed a smile on his face, turned his head to look at Zhuge Rui who was at the side, and said: "Senior brother, how about you personally take command and destroy the gate of Snow Goose Sect?"