Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

In the half-foot space between the claws of the Frost Dragon, a figure wearing a golden monk's robe stretched out his hand to caress the long sword.

The long sword vibrates, like joy, like mourning.

"Mu Canghe, how did you promise me back then?"

The monk touched the icy edge of the long sword with his fingers, and let him cut his fingertips, and blood slid down the edge of the sword.

Drops of blood fell on the ice dragon's sharp claws.

Every time a drop falls, the ice dragon's body becomes colder.

The Frost Dragon, which was originally icy and transparent, was covered in blood and turned pale pink.

The complexion of the Golden Crown Spirit Monster clansman holding the ice stick changed drastically, and the hand holding the ice stick kept trembling.

The monk turned around slowly, revealing his handsome face.It's just that he looked miserable, as if he was holding back great sadness.

"You said that you will send Ling Xue back to the Spirit Demon Tribe."

The monk spoke with a cold voice.

"Qin Bingzhi..."

Mu Canghe looked at the monk with a pale face, and wanted to speak, but he seemed to be suppressing something and couldn't speak at all.

"Why did Lingxue become a sword spirit? Don't you have anything to say to me?"

The monk stroked the icy long sword with one hand, his voice was calm and indifferent.

Even if there are tens of thousands of onlookers, this monk is the only protagonist at this time.

"I'm sorry..." Mu Canghe's voice was weak, he shook his head and did not continue.

As his voice fell, the muscles on the monk's face slowly twisted, he gritted his teeth, and paused every word: "Ming-wang-zhen-shi!"

"boom!"

The voice of the Frost Dragon behind the monk shattered instantly, and then the scattered ice cubes intertwined and combined, turning into a blood-colored ice crystal lotus with a thousand petals, which was held at his feet.

"Qin Bingzhi, you are no longer the spirit demon emissary of the spirit demon tribe, you have no right to—" Before the horrified voice of the Jinguan spirit demon tribe finished roaring, the ice staff in his hand shattered into pieces with a "bang".

After the fragments were scattered, they flew to the monk's feet and formed a golden lotus pod with a radius of three feet.

The members of the Golden Crown Spirit Monster Clan had gloomy faces, but they didn't make a sound.

Whether it is Qin Bingzhi before or Wu An now, he cannot offend him.

But he would never be reconciled to losing a half-spiritual weapon.

"Buddha!"

"He is a Buddhist disciple of Dalun Mingwang Temple!"

……

The Buddhist son of Dalun Myoji Temple.

No wonder.

Zhao Yang nodded, looking at Qin Bingzhi's extraordinary appearance and couldn't help secretly envious.

This guy's performance is really cool.

At this time, not only the spirit demon clan, but also the countless practitioners around were shocked by his technique of turning the ice dragon into ice lotus.

Standing on the huge thousand-petal ice lotus, Qin Bingzhi raised one hand and grabbed it forward.

Mu Canghe's body flew up involuntarily.

It seemed that an illusory rope was strangling Mu Canghe's throat, making his face flush.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Qin Bingzhi looked at Mu Canghe coldly, and slowly clenched his bluffed hands.

Mu Canghe's throat made a gurgling sound, which seemed to be an explanation, but also a relief.

"Om-"

The long sword originally standing beside Qin Bingzhi vibrated eagerly.

Mu Canghe closed his eyes.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, turn-head-yes-shore..."

At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore!
Qin Bingzhi's whole body trembled, and his tightly clenched hands loosened.

Mu Canghe fell into the air, coughing and breathing heavily.

"It's you." Qin Bingzhi raised his head and looked somewhere in the void.

I saw a practitioner wearing a pale white robe, showing his figure.

"Qin Bingzhi, long time no see."

Standing in mid-air, Zhao Yang looked at Qin Bingzhi with a smile on his face, not at all respectful just because he was a disciple of Buddha.

"Poor monk, no shore."

Qin Bingzhi, or the Wu'an monk put his palms together and bowed slightly to Zhao Yang.

"This Dharma name is inspired by your benefactor's saying that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and the return is the shore." Facing Zhao Yang, Qin Bing was gentle and refined, without the previous hostility.

Looking at Qin Bingzhi with lowered eyebrows and obedient eyes in front of him, Zhao Yang seemed to see that delicate and feminine spirit demon again.

"Let Mu Canghe go."

Zhao Yang said softly.

A trace of anger flashed across Wu An's face, but it disappeared quickly.

"The benefactor misunderstood. Today, I am here to save him."

"Build a pagoda for him?" Zhao Yang looked at Wu'an in front of him, and looked at the appearance of his palms together, feeling so strange.

"If he wants, I can accept him as a guardian." Wu An nodded calmly.

"Then what if I want to take him away?" Zhao Yang looked calm.Today's Wu'an is no longer the same Qin Bingzhi back then.

Wu An clasped his hands together and bowed his head slightly towards Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang sighed softly in his heart.

In his opinion, he is unwilling to fight Wu An.

"No one can take this Mu Canghe away today!" In the distance, a member of the Jinguanling Yao clan roared.

It's just that neither Zhao Yang nor Wu An paid any attention to him.

Even if he is a Nascent Soul Daoist.

"Ahem, when did my life, Mu Canghe, rest in someone else's hands?" Mu Canghe, who had recovered, straightened up, with a flash of inspiration in his hand, and the long sword in his hand.

A swordsman is uncomfortable without a sword in his hand.

He looked at Zhao Yang, with a trace of loneliness on his face: "I never thought that I, Mu Canghe, have friends everywhere, but you are the one who rescued me in the end."

"You are kind to me, so I will naturally repay the kindness." Zhao Yang looked at Mu Canghe and said softly, "I will protect your life."

After Zhao Yang finished speaking, a mysterious light gray aura emanated from his body, and two long swords hung on both sides of his body.

The two long swords vibrated lightly, turning the space within ten feet around Zhao Yang's body into a slightly illusory level, as if shrouded in a veil.

"The power of profound magnetism..." Mu Canghe said in a low voice.

"Yangyijian, he is Liangyijian Zhao Yang!"

"The vice-principal of the Frost Snow Sword Academy!"

……

Frost Snow Sword Academy has undergone too many changes in the past two years. Coupled with Zhao Yang's intentional propaganda, all sword cultivators under the rule of Daxue Mountain have heard of their reputation.

Especially Zhuge and his son, and Zhao Yang, Liangyijian.

No one from Daxue Mountain came to rescue Mu Canghe, but this Liangyijian was old with Mu Canghe.

Everyone in the audience looked at Zhao Yang.

This person is said to be powerful, and he is the hero who contributed to the rise of the Shuangxue Sword Academy.

But how powerful he is, there are really not many people who have seen him make a move.

Today, do you have a chance to see the Liangyi sword in action?

"Om-"

Not far behind Zhao Yang, Mu Canghe stretched out his long sword, and the sword energy all over his body condensed into a bloodstain, soaring straight into the sky.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi—"

Wu An clasped his hands together, and lotus flowers emerged around his body, which made people want to worship him.

Between the three of them, the aura intertwined with each other, it was like a wave, surging one after another, without end.

"Do you really want to intervene in the affairs of my spirit demon clan?"

Four figures with different expressions appeared behind the Golden Crown Spirit Monster Clan. With their arms outstretched, two Frost Dragons roared and writhed in the void, as if they were going to swallow the three in front of them at any time.

"That's a lot of nonsense." Zhao Yang pointed his fingertips, and a long sword went towards Frost Dragon.

"The little monk also agrees." Wu An nodded, stretched out his hand to pinch a golden lotus, flicked his fingertips, and the scattered flowers turned into countless golden threads, entangled with another Frost Dragon.