I Became an Anonymous Boss

Shirataki smiled encouragingly: "Come on."

"Yes!"

Lan Xiangxue clenched the famous sword thrown by the son, supported her slender body, and took a deep breath.

The lungs were shaken, traumatized, less than [-]% of the true energy remained, and a strong enemy was in front of it, which should have been a hopeless situation.

But she had never felt so refreshed, as if she had seen rebirth.

Qiang...the blade was unsheathed, and the unsheathed weapon was hidden in the night scene, making it difficult to see where the blade was.

It is a shadowless weapon, seemingly invisible, shimmering in the moonlight, but quietly hidden in the overlapping shadows.

This sword, just looking at its appearance, is absolutely extraordinary, it is not even an ordinary famous sword, it is a weapon born with a vision.

"This sword is called Chengying." Bai Long said, "Ten of famous swords."

After reading these words, Zhan Kuang noticed that Lan Xiangxue's aura had reached its peak.

In the confrontation between masters, in addition to strength, both momentum and mind are indispensable.

Once the momentum falls into a disadvantage, [-]% of the strength of the whole body can not be exerted.

"kill!"

He roared, he didn't dare to wait, when she was fully used to this sword, the odds of winning would be even lower!

Zhan Kuang slashed out, and the murderous aura that had been suppressed for a long time erupted in an instant. The murderous aura that burst out was agitated with the true energy. There was a hunting sound on his clothes, and the blood-red knife light fell. He swung the third style of the Blood Soul Saber Technique.

The Blood Soul Sword Technique is an evil martial art. Retrograde Qi and blood can cause an explosion of power. Ordinary warriors retrograde Qi and blood, ranging from going crazy to madness, to severe death on the spot.

And this martial art is to release its power through the vibration of true energy caused by retrograde qi and blood. Every time it is used, it will cause serious internal injuries and shorten the lifespan.

He would not use it at all on weekdays, but now he took out his trump card, intending to decide the outcome directly on the spot.

Suddenly, a light and fluffy sentence came, which was a guide to Lan Xiangxue's swordsmanship.

"Foot on the left."

Shirataki's voice fell into Zhan Kuang's ears, his mind was shocked, and the saber froze.

Could it be that the opponent saw the flaw in his sword technique just after making a move?

There was a slight pause in the originally smooth moves, and the explosive saber technique failed to fall.

Gritting his teeth, Zhan Kuang raised his broadsword horizontally, and turned his momentum into a simple horizontal chop.

But seeing a flash of sword light, blood gushed out, and the Chengying sword cut through Zhan Kuang's chest and abdomen, pulling out a not-so-shallow bloodstain.

Stimulated by the pain, Zhan Kuang stumbled back half a step, switched blades with his left and right hands, and shot down the chasing Sword Flash.

After opening the distance, he glared at Shirataki and stared at Shirataki. Just now his defense was completely ineffective and self-defeating. Not only was his move interrupted, but he took a sword for nothing, all because of the people in the temple. Said a word.

——Didn’t you say the upper left flirt?

"It has nothing to do with your son." Lan Xiangxue explained, "It's because my sword is slow."

"Damn it..." Zhan Kuang roared, "Look at the knife!"

He had just risen violently, and was about to start a violent combo of blows, when he heard another light word.

"Foot on the left."

Chapter 10 Psychological tactics are the highest level of swordsmanship

...the upper left flirt again?I believe you ghost!

"Look at the knife!" Zhan Kuang shouted, and the knife came out.

With a flicker of cold light, Xiangxue is like a dancing butterfly. With a light pull of the plain hand, Chengying sword pulls out an arc and sweeps lightly.

Bleeding flowers burst out from the lower right rib of Zhan Kuang, sword energy entered his body, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, staring at his eyes.

Is it really an upper left flirt?

Lan Xiangxue smiled and said, "This time my reaction caught up."

Zhan Kuang wanted to curse people, he swung his saber and was about to draw it out.

This time Shirataki's reminder came earlier than the previous two times.

Naturally, it is still the same sentence, important words have to be said three times.

"—Left Upper Flick"

Zhan Kuang's eyes flashed brightly, after suffering two losses, he and Impossible fell under the same trick for the third time.

He had already memorized the sword move of Zuo Shangliao thoroughly, and he remembered it clearly, as long as the opponent dared to draw the sword, her blood must be splashed on the spot.

Lan Xiangxue took advantage of the opportunity to draw out the sword, and the sword light was approaching, falling into Zhan Kuang's eyes, his eyes could not conceal the surprise.

This young man is stupid, you are even more stupid than him, you didn't hesitate to draw the sword, and dare to use the same sword move!

With a turn of his saber posture, he changed from fierce to vicious, and swung the saber back, the blade danced round and round, making a roundabout slash.

This cut is perfect, it is the experience obtained in thousands of battles, not only can perfectly resolve the sword path of the upper left, but also can make the sword holder's account go numb and the wrist shake after breaking the sword move , the successor is weak.

She only has two options left, either to jump after dropping the sword, or to block it with the sword.

No matter which one, he scored the top points!

Zhan Kuang almost grinned, and couldn't help laughing wildly. After being deflated twice, he finally ushered in his own luck.

But just when the way of the sword is about to come out and the momentum of the sword has been completed.

Shirataki said another sentence lightly.

"—right flat stab"

what!

Change the way of the sword!

He lied to me!

Zhan Kuang's eyes were about to burst, the sword was not as flexible as the sword, the sword in his hand was not a short sword, but a big sword, the sword was heavy and difficult to change.

And the edge of Chengying's sword is light, and the sword path that was originally raised to the left, the moment the sound fell, the sword edge was turned and aimed at Zhan Kuang's shoulder.

With a puff, Zhan Kuang's shoulders turned red again, a piece of flesh and blood disappeared, his muscles were severed, and even a congenital expert would distort his expression in pain.

"hastily……!"

Zhan Kuang was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, and within ten rounds of consecutive attacks, he had already been wounded one after another.

Lan Xiangxue didn't seem to do anything, but he was already a little out of breath.

He touched the acupoints on his body to stop the bleeding from the wound, and used his saber energy to suppress the sword intent entering his body. Although the wound was not shallow, it was not deep, so it was not considered a fatal injury, but the loss of blood would affect the combat power.

He really wanted to be like before, crazily chopping everything in front of him into fly ash.

But the young man at the side exuded an astonishing sense of presence, saying a word or two from time to time, which caused strong psychological pressure on him.

He didn't dare to throw the saber recklessly, for fear that the flaws in his saber technique would be seen. In fact, Xiangxue had already hit him several times in a row.

The pain of the injury drove him crazy, but his rationality told him not to use the knife indiscriminately.

Unspeakable entanglements surfaced on Zhan Kuang's face, he gritted his teeth silently, his expression became more ferocious, and even his breathing became heavier. It looked like a trapped beast roaring, but in fact, his momentum had already weakened a bit.

Lan Xiangxue knew this well.

Zhan Kuang's aura was no longer what it was before, because he began to hesitate.

There is no hesitation in drawing the sword, life and death are drawn out, there is no retreat.

His strength is based on madness. Once madness is restrained by reason, he hesitates three points before making a knife, how can he be as sharp as before?

Previously, his chance of winning was less than [-]%, but now it is [-]%.

The changes during this period are actually just a few repeated words.

The young master didn't move the sword, just relying on one or two words, relying on the sharp tongue, disturbed Zhan Kuang's mind and made his momentum weaker, so easily saw through Zhan Kuang's weakness of heart.

This realm is so high that it is hard to hold a candle to it.

Xiangxue has even more admiration for Shirataki.

As everyone knows, Shirataki's mind is full of all kinds of famous scenes at this time.

He recalled a famous scene in a certain movie, where an uncle with salted eggs on his eyes was preaching to a thin guy.

"Ayin, you have to understand that no matter how much you practice boxing and kicking, you are no match for the big brother, so what I want to teach you now is the highest state of ancient Chinese boxing - psychological tactics!" '

'If he survived the first round, he must have been impetuous. In the second round, we will sublimate our psychological tactics and use various methods to frighten him, so that he will be afraid and dare not fight at all. shot! '

At this time, Bai Taki regarded himself as the devil's muscular man under the ring, and Lan Xiangxue was He Jinyin who fought in the ring, and Zhan Kuang was the senior brother Duan Shui Liu.

In terms of strength, Brother Duanshuiliu is far superior to the takeaway boy He Jinyin, so he can't confront him head-on, and can only use tactics to check and balance.

He had already seen Zhan Kuang's fear before, so he resorted to tactics and used the psychological tactics in the second round in the movie.

Although you can't shoot directly, and you can't throw stones, bows and arrows, durians, throwing knives, etc. to scare people, but you can still say a few words.

Zhan Kuang hit the sword one after another, with a hesitant expression, it can be seen that the effect of psychological tactics is outstanding.

Bai Taki sighed inwardly: "Master Xing, you don't want to deceive me."

He didn't think about what would happen to him once he took it off.

Maybe he really mistakenly thought that he was a master who could talk and laugh with them.

The confrontation in the scene is getting faster and faster, but there is no switch between offense and defense.

Lan Xiangxue would not waste this excellent opportunity, beat the dog in the water, and launched a fierce attack when Zhan Kuang's mentality was unstable.

During the whole process, Shirataki didn't say a word for the fourth time, but Zhankuang's aura became more and more depressed, and he became more conservative every time he swung the knife.

That calm stare made his back stab, unbearable, more than half of his attention was on Shirataki.

Although he is not in front of him, he seems to be everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, the confrontation has passed a hundred rounds.

Zhan Kuang could hear his own breathing, he was under tremendous mental pressure, drenched in cold sweat.

Sweat had already flowed down the forehead, from the corners of the eyes, to the needle-like beard, and the clothes were stuck to the back, and there was an icy coolness in the night wind.