Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

For a long time, the senior brother always said that his swordsmanship was not enough, although he was considered to be a Daoist, he only mastered the superficial.

Even if she had been able to break through the secret realm with her swordsmanship, Zuo Ling'er felt that it was because of the level suppression of the secret realm.

Indeed, Zuo Ling'er would be overwhelmed every time he saw his senior brother's sword radiating magnificently, covering the sky and covering the sun.

The senior brother has mastered nearly a hundred kinds of sword techniques that can be entered into Taoism, and I can't even do half of them.

According to my senior brother, I have talent in kendo, but there is still a gap between those top kendo masters.

Especially the elite disciples of those big sects, they are all very powerful.

The brother also specially mentioned those core disciples of Lingyun Sword Sect, all of them are masters that cannot be underestimated.

It's just that the one in front of him, Zuo Ling'er felt, this guy was arrogant before, but only after he really fought did he realize that he was at the level of an ordinary inner sect disciple.

Otherwise, why can't I catch a sword casually?
I was prepared to take it seriously, but I haven't used this Daoist swordsmanship yet, so I am really disappointed.

At this time, the back of Wan Xu, the core disciple of Lingyun Sword Sect, who was standing in front of Zuo Linger, was already drenched in cold sweat.

Is the acting suzerain of the Ninth Grade Sect an evildoer?

Looking at it, it is only the age of cardamom, not to mention that the cultivation of spiritual power is not inferior to that of the ordinary Jindan early stage, but this sword technique has been cultivated to the point of returning to the original.

The point is, she has more than one peak swordsmanship.

There is a sword light between every gesture, like an antelope's horns, it is impossible to resist.

Lingyun Sword Sect is known as the No. [-] Sword Sect in Xizhou, but Wan Xu has never seen the sword techniques that Zuo Linger used.

Before reaching ten strokes, the long sword in Wan Xu's hand screamed and shattered.

This is a magic weapon!

The one that can break a magic weapon is at least a top-grade magic weapon.

But a top-grade magic weapon, even if it is given to a practitioner of the first-grade golden core, it is difficult to control its power.

Unless——Wan Xu didn't dare to think about it.

How could a small ninth-rank sect have the most powerful spiritual weapon in Xizhou?
At this time, he didn't have a chance to think deeply, before a sword approached him, he desperately broke out the power in the golden core, and flew back.

It was just the coldness of the bronze dolls behind him that made him dare not go beyond a hundred feet.

Looking at the indifferent Zuo Linger, Wan Xu told himself to stay calm, as long as he persisted for a while, reinforcements from the Feiyun Sword Sect would arrive.

The few golden core masters of Feiyun Sword Sect are not comparable to others, each of them has cultivated their swordsmanship to the extreme.Even the elders of Lingyun Sword Sect admired it.

I just need to hold on to a few more tricks to save the face of Lingyun Sword Sect.

As for the others, he didn't expect much.

Just as he was about to draw out his spare long sword to deal with Zuo Linger, Zuo Linger's expression changed and he looked up in a certain direction.

Wan Xu followed Zuo Linger's gaze and couldn't help trembling all over.

A pillar of qi and blood!
A column of smoke soared into the sky, dyeing half of the sky red.

Could it be that Dayu's armored dragon army is here?

Wan Xu turned his head and looked in the direction he came from, but there was no sword light flashing there yet.

"boom--"

Hearing a sky-shattering roar, the pillar of qi and blood turned into a thousand-foot iron-clad giant, roared in the sky, and then swung down with a fist.

Everyone in the Qingyun Immortal Sect standing in front of Li Hao gasped.

Fortunately, people like me didn't trouble Li Hao's army just now, otherwise, people like me would have been blasted into scum now.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

Every step the giant fell made the world tremble, but within a moment, it was ten miles away.

Below the giant is a winding army, the beginning and the end of which cannot be seen.

Just in front of the army, a tall and straight figure walked against the wind.

Golden battle armor, scarlet cloak.

Li Hao's eyes lit up, and he laughed loudly: "Today Li finally saw the demeanor of the God of War!"

Mars!

Zuo Ling'er's eyes were blurred, and her lips trembled slightly.

"Mars!"

Ten miles away, millions of monks shouted in unison, the sky and the earth responded with a roar, and the illusory figure of a thousand-foot giant became more solid.

"metropolitan!"

"It's the sovereign!"

At the mountain gate of the Qingyun Sect, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect showed ecstasy on their faces. Looking at the steady golden-armored general below the giant, they suddenly felt infinitely proud.

This is Dayu, and even the strongest in the entire Xizhou army, Zhao Yang, the god of war, and the suzerain of Qingyun Sect.

Wan Xu raised his eyes, and under the blessing of his soul, he looked towards Zhao Yang over there.

"puff--"

Before his divine sense touched Shili, his heart shook violently, his soul exploded, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

The real power, mortals can't look directly at it!

Wan Xu had the urge to turn around and run away.

"Brother..."

Zuo Ling'er called out in a low voice, and then stepped forward step by step.

Green lotuses flashed under her feet, and her clothes fluttered like a fairy.

Zhao Yang laughed loudly, flew up, then turned around and shouted: "Dear fellows, my generation of cultivation, far away can live forever, and close up can protect relatives and friends. Just like today, I, Zhao Yang, can win the tears of beautiful women Welcome, a practice is not in vain!"

Hearing Zhao Yang's words, the monks below all laughed.

With this laughter, not only did the thousand-foot giant not dissipate because of the weakening of the fighting spirit, but it went one step further, and even the armor showed texture.

Zhao Yang stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to gently wrap his arms around Zuo Linger's waist.

Zuo Ling'er was shocked all over, and the tears in her eyes couldn't stop falling again.

Zhao Yang reached out to wipe the tears off her face, but touched with his fingertips, but found nothing.

"Junior Sister, I'm sorry, I..."

Zuo Ling'er stretched out his hand to gently stop Zhao Yang's words, and put his head on his chest.

The two cuddled together for a long time before they separated.

"Brother, I'm waiting for you..." Zuo Ling'er looked at Zhao Yang shyly, and then "held" his hand.

The two walked side by side, walking towards Qing Yunzong step by step.

"Meet the Sect Master!"

Qing Yunzong was full of joy.

"Are you a disciple of Lingyun Sword Sect?"

Walking past Wan Xu, Zhao Yang suddenly turned his head and said.

"Yes……"

For some reason, Wan Xu felt afraid to raise his head.

"call out--"

"call out--"

……

In the sky, hundreds of sword lights flew towards them.

At this moment, Wan Xu really hoped that the masters of Feiyun Sword Sect would not come.

His heart is extremely complicated.

Zhao Yang, the god of war in front of him, and the thousand-foot iron-clad giant condensed with energy and blood, made him feel a sense of worship for such a No. 1 in the Xizhou Army Formation.

He hoped that the God of War in front of him was the God of War, the God of Invincibility, and that he would not be defeated by anyone.

But he is very clear about the master strength of Feiyun Sword Sect.

Zuo Ling'er looked at the dazzling sword lights, and was about to step forward as soon as his expression moved.

"Junior Sister, leave it to me." Zhao Yang said softly.

The sword lights fell, and the golden core monks stood tall and straight with sword intent.

The first person not only has a sharp sword intent, but also has restrained spiritual power, like a long sword in its sheath, as long as it is unsheathed, it will definitely inflict great damage on the enemy.

The sword cultivators of the Feiyun Sword Sect were linked together, and a phantom of a sky-supporting gigantic sword rose up, lying in the air, as if it was about to be struck by a thunderbolt at any moment.

Good, good, a lot of progress. "Zhao Yang looked at the giant sword and nodded, then looked up at the leader of the Feiyun Sword Sect opposite.

"Are you, is your name Liu Bao or Liu Bao? Did your master ask you to come?"

The sky-supporting giant sword on the opposite side exploded, and the leader of the Feiyun Sword Sect bowed down to Zhao Yang trembling all over.

"Disciple Liu Bao pays respects, pays respects..."

"You can call me God of War." Zhao Yang said lightly.

"Disciple Liu Bao pays homage to the God of War, and this disciple is ordered by his master to come to listen to the command of the God of War." Liu Bao was sweating, and stammered his words.

As Hong Yuanzi's direct and confidant disciple, he was fortunate to have met the Venerable.

Your lord is the god of war.

At this moment, he is completely dumbfounded.