I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

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“Who is this?”

With the imposing manner, the red-clothed old man, who was holding the sword and flying in the sky, came out, and the red-clothed all became tight-hearted.

The thin body, the twilight-like temperament, the iconic straw hat, the thick big dark circles……

The night watch swallowed hard.

In my ears, the words of the man who had just told the story echoed again.

“Second, take the sword!”

So, this person…

Lan Ling also cast his gaze over, a nodded with a difficult face and an extremely tacit understanding.

“It’s him!”

In the information coming from outside.

In Azure Dragon County, the second-in-command of the saint slave who killed Wuyue Sword Immortal, the sleeveless old man, does not look exactly the same as the one who appears at this moment?

“But, the second in command of the saint slaves, shouldn’t he retreat with injuries?”

“Even Wuyue Sword Immortal was injured after that battle.”

“Without sleeves, how can it be possible to return to this state so quickly?”

red-clothed is all puzzled.

Look at this imposing manner!

The man just stood holding a sword out of thin air, and the audience was dead silent.

Even the storyteller has a stagnant appearance, speechless for a while.

The cracked space, under the pressure of that person’s imposing manner that was condensed like a mountain and river, even the speed of recovery was extremely slow.

“Sleeveless did not escape, but after failing to intercept Wuyue Sword Immortal, he stepped into the white cave space first?”

“Then, wait for the opportunity?”

Almost at the same time, all the red-clothed thoughts flashed through this inference.

It’s as if a haze has fallen in my heart.

A storyteller with the Seven Commanders of the Saint Slave has tortured everyone in this place into this way.

Now, another holy slave?

How to fight this battle?

The holy slave is crazy, right? This is it!

If you gather together in the white cave, you are really not afraid of being white clothed? !

……

Wan Lai is completely silent.

Xu Xiaoshou holds a sword in one hand and a straw hat in the other.

He never spoke, but the imposing manner keeps accumulating.

In this repressive atmosphere, no one dared to ask questions.

The storyteller’s “Second, take the sword” was too confusing.

A existence that even the seven-handed deity of the saint slave recognizes, no one will immediately question his identity.

Not to mention Xu Xiaoshou’s figure standing with a sword at the moment, under the influence of “qi swallowing mountains and rivers”, it will leave a deep mark on everyone’s soul when it appears on the stage.

“Aw!!!”

The red double dragon snake entrenched in the fragmented space groaned in pain.

The evil spirit of the four swords is too terrifying.

No matter how stubbornly you fight, it is not a sword cultivator, and you have never mastered the sword idea, and it is impossible to resist the formidable power of the eighth Sword Immortal of the past.

Jie Yun cleared early.

But the remaining power in the body is enough to destroy this huge red double dragon python.

No one pays attention to the dying ghost beast.

Even if the moaning sound is miserable, everyone’s eyes are still locked on the straw hat old man.

……

In the distance.

The face of the storyteller was a little sluggish.

It’s different from the strong debut of the second child surprised by others.

His gaze is staring straight on the withered right hand holding the four swords.

How dare you?

Even if you are the second child, not a sword cultivator, how dare you directly hold the four swords?

“Second, you…”

“Shut up.”

Xu Xiaoshou twitched his stiff neck, swept over it coldly, and broke the storyteller’s words.

Everyone was stunned.

They didn’t realize it until then.

This so-called second-in-command of the saint slaves, at the moment, is basically the same as Cheng Xingchu of at first.

He is actually one of the few people who have grasped four swords, but has not been demonized!

“This…”

“Cruel sword, recognition?”

“Under suspicion, passive value, +13.”

Xu Xiaoshou feels the manic primordial desire in his body that is constantly impacting his soul.

He is fighting hard, trying hard or squinting his eyes, and he is an incarnation violent giant.

At that time, the effect of Xin gu gu special training was reflected at this moment.

Relying on Willpower, who is inherently tenacious to ordinary people, Xu Xiaoshou clings to the last point of his spirit.

But he knows.

The source of preventing oneself from being completely demonized is not the so-called will.

It’s Jiannian!

From his own dantian, the strand of sword thought given by the sloppy uncle seems to echo the power of the four swords.

The fierce sword is in hand.

Xu Xiaoshou can clearly feel that it is trying to get close to the power of the sword in his dantian.

Somewhat cowardly, some cautiously.

And when I really came into contact with that Jian Nian…

“bang!”

Xu Xiaoshou’s body was suddenly injured by the fierce spirit.

He forced himself to prevent himself from spurting blood to show others, and he was constantly repairing his injuries from the “prosperity”, and the surface was calm.

“Angry?”

Yes.

The weird emotions of Four Swords suddenly disappeared when they came into contact with Jian Nian, and turned into anger.

It seemed that the hope was extremely anticipated, and it finally turned into a bubble.

Xu Xiaoshou can clearly feel the rage caused by this sense of illusion that is instantaneously broken.

“Hold it up.”

Gritting his teeth, Xu Xiaoshou not say a word.

He didn’t understand what the Four Swords were trying to test, but if he couldn’t sustain the violent emotion of this fierce sword, he couldn’t subdue the scene…

A person who reveals his stuff will undoubtedly die!

“Om——”

Four swords trembled, and the magic pattern was deeper, almost covering the entire body of Xu Xiaoshou.

Sense of powerlessness, lack, weakness…

All kinds of tired emotions struck from the soul level, and the eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Xu Xiaoshou tried his best to resist. He knew that once he closed his eyes, he might lose himself directly.

But…

Too difficult!

With the power of the four swords, how can trifling Innate be able to compete?

The heart is bigger than the sky.

But reality, always inadvertently, will defeat any happy fantasy.

“It’s over, I’m getting bigger…”

Just when Xu Xiaoshou felt that he should compromise, hand over his body to You Sijian, and let him destroy the world indiscriminately.

“Om.”

Above the dantian, covered by rays of light, completely unremarkable, another extremely subtle sword thought suddenly issued a light sound.

Under the suppression of various forces such as Jinzhao original species, Three Days Frozen Tribulation, Great Sword Nian, this ray of insignificant sword Nian, like a silver thread, stepped forward at this moment.

“My… Jiannian?”

Xu Xiaoshou froze.

This strand of sword thought, if not unexpected, should be the sword thought that he has continuously used the “sword-watching technique” to observe from the body of Zangku.

“So…view the Sword Manual?” He was a little confused.

At this moment, Xiaojian thought, and the evil Demon Sword with four swords was all in a stagnation.

The next second, like crazy, rushed to the sword thought that I had previously ignored.

“weng weng weng !”

At the moment of contact, there were four swords trembling in an instant.

The meaning of rage turned into ecstasy, and the power of the fierce demon began to pour into this vague sword thought.

Like caring, but also nurturing and nurturing…

“bang!”

The sky above the Lijian Grassland suddenly exploded the sword intent, which directly forced everyone to retreat in horror.

Xu Xiaoshou regained his sanity and immediately wanted to converge the sword intent into his body.

After all, Sang Lao is not a sword cultivator. If you expose your sword intent at this moment, you will inevitably have some doubts.

But…

“Feared, passive value, +8.”

“Surprise, passive value, +19.”

“…”

The situation spied by “Perception”, instead of developing in the direction that he had imagined, was the crowd, one by one, with shocking faces!

“There are four swords, recognized?”

“How is it possible, the second in command of the saint slaves, obviously not a sword cultivator, but this sword intent……”

Some red-clothed hesitated.

For a long time, someone finally woke up and said in shock: “This is a sword intent with the four swords themselves!”

“terrifying, is this okay too?”

“It is worthy of being a holy slave. Not only does he win the famous sword, he even has four swords, but also has a unique method that can be directly mastered?”

“Here, how to fight?”

“The second in command, the seventh in command, plus one with four swords, you don’t even need to move, just a draw, no one in the audience can take it, right?” Someone said, looked towards the vigil.

Lan Ling watched the panic that emerged from the red-clothed faces.

For a while, I didn’t know what means to use to comfort me.

A storyteller can barely comfort him.

Now, it is difficult for even oneself to suppress the panic. How can you comfort everyone and regain your fighting spirit?

The night watch frowned and didn’t reply.

He stared at the old man who appeared in the sky and was in a very wrong state.

After struggling?

Finally suppressed?

Judging from the series of performances of the second-in-command of the saint slave, even if he wants to control the four swords, it is by no means easy.

But now, it seems successful?

It’s just that, where does this inexplicable familiarity come from?

The figure of Xu Xiaoshou suddenly appeared in the vigil’s mind.

The kid has a Black Sword, which is very similar to having four swords.

At that time, he was pulling his sword in the City Lord Mansion, and he looked like he was holding the sword at the moment.

But…

How can Spirit Sword of Grade 9 compare with four swords?

Innate little ant, how can the second incarnation saint slave be possible?

“impossible!”

With a sharp shake of his head, Vigil immediately denied his absurd idea.

Xu Xiaoshou is indeed a bit mysterious.

But again mysterious, his true identity, can he be the second in command of the saints?

Can the storyteller be so strong that after one of his words “shut up”, he can really keep his mouth shut?

“Surprise, passive value, +13.”

……

“The second child…”

The storyteller was obviously also frightened by Xu Xiaoshou’s gesture of controlling the four swords.

When did he have this ability?

is it possible that, there is this link in the task assigned to him by the big brother, so I told you the means to control the four swords in advance?

“Second, take the sword?”

Wait for him to continue thinking, temporarily suppressing the evil spirit, Xu Xiaoshou, whose eyes have recovered a little bit of clarity, has already swept away coldly again.

“bang!”

Even Xu Xiaoshou tried his best to suppress it.

However, where the line of sight was condensed, the power of swallowing mountains and rivers suddenly gathered, directly destroying the already fragmented space again.

The lovable body of the storyteller shuddered suddenly.

At this moment, he, who has no sense of resistance at all, feels that his incarnation has become the most humble ant in the world.

The second child is a dazzling existence like the nine Heavenly God demon.

“His strength…”

At one glance, the storyteller knew that the second child’s injury had definitely recovered.

Furthermore, after more than ten years of hard work and the final battle with Gou Wuyue, the cultivation base has definitely changed from Heaven and Earth turning upside down.

Just one look, is there such a power?

If you really want to make a move, isn’t it destroying heaven extinguishing earth?

“Inside, I was just a little too excited and forgot your mission…” The storyteller hesitated speechless.

The second child did say that, he has his own mission.

But at that time, I had suppressed the audience, and all the red-clothed were terrified.

I thought that in the presence, there was no one that could block my own existence.

So, under the urging effect of high-pitched emotions, he even directly revealed the existence of the second child.

And now…

The other party is obviously angry!

“It’s people’s fault!”

The storyteller smiled obediently, and then explained: “But this is also a tactic…”

“Tactics?”

Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows under the straw hat, and did not continue to say anything.

The storyteller stiffened directly.

“Inner one, inner one…”

My thoughts are running wildly, but even if I rack my brains, the storyteller has nothing to say.

Although the two parties have not stated clearly before.

But the tacit understanding is that when the storyteller gets the four swords, he should try to replace it with the fake sword on the old second hand without anyone knowing it.

When the time comes, what really happened.

Even if the four swords are taken, what is lost is only a fake.

The real fierce sword has entered the holy slave.

But!

At that time, I was really irritated by ghosts and beasts. How could storytellers care about that many?

Thinking he suppressed the audience, not only did he not even bother to change his sword.

Even, four swords were used to directly classify the Red Ssangyong Python as a mad python.

At this moment…

The second child at the peak period comes to settle accounts after autumn, who can handle it?

This is the irritable old ghost who dares to start with the big brother even if he doesn’t agree with each other, and even simply says “the way is different, can’t make plans together” to draw a clear line. He has never been a sacred slave for more than ten years!

Don’t say it’s now.

Even if the second child is in a weak state, the storyteller will play around with him at most.

I really want to use my hands…

Ten courage, he dare not tell the story!

“Sorry.”

The storyteller’s eyeballs curled up, completely gone, he simply covered his chest, and bowed directly at ninety degrees.

Can’t beat, people apologize.

I did it wrong, I admit it.

You, don’t be fierce!

“Received an apology, passive value, +1.”

“Repeated by dislike, passive value, +1.”

A crowd of red-clothed spectators protruded immediately.

The storyteller who was so arrogant just now, bowed?

This is the holy slave?

This is the difference between the second in command of the saint slave and the seventh in command?

Although I don’t know what little contradiction has occurred between the two, I just bowed without saying a word?

“Is the gap so big?”

Xin murmured, looking at the figure of the straw hat holding the sword, there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

Is this the existence that can rival Wuyue Sword Immortal?

The storyteller is in front of him, simply a child!

“Feared, passive value, +18.”

Xu Xiaoshou remained silent.

His face is as black as ink, and it is impossible to see the half emotions in his heart at all.

Under the imposing manner of Heavenly Might’s mighty deterrence, he didn’t move or speak, but he felt more mysterious in everyone’s hearts.

But a person knows his interests.

Heaven knows, here comes how much pressure Xu Xiaoshou has been under.

He wants to talk.

He wants to use his long-formed arguments in the past, plus well-founded truths, to refute all doubts.

But Demon Sword is so fierce inside!

It’s like encountering a child of one’s dearest relatives. The sword intent that Four Swords realized from their own observation of swords, the method used is continuous infusion and continuous birth…

Just like, I’m afraid Jiannian will grow into malnutrition.

Xu Xiaoshou does not know whether this change is good or bad.

But now, he can no longer pay attention.

dantian originally formed a delicate balance when several forces fettered each other.

But the fierce Demon Sword’s intention into the body directly and ruthlessly broke this balance.

The growing power of Jian Nian brings hundreds of times the pain that he has endured while watching the sword.

Additionally, the gray destructive power that was leaked after the three-day freezing calamity and the original Cinders was broken after the balance was broken…

There is also the trembling with fear, occasionally shaking, then cutting the big sword…

It’s miserable!

Xu Xiaoshou is really miserable!

Every time he can squeeze out a few words as much as possible, it is already the limit, and he can’t form a complete sentence at all.

But the accident is so magical.

Under the shock of Sang Lao’s face.

Everyone present, including the storyteller, not only did not doubt, but would use a few words to speculate on their own meaning.

Maybe, cherish words like gold is what the true powerhouse should do?

Is also the best way to speak at this moment as the old sang?

Inexplicably, do you know this well?

“So…”

Xu Xiaoshou maintained the “change” at all times, preventing the corners of his mouth and eyes from twitching.

He held the four swords tightly and couldn’t even make a big move. He only moved his eyes slightly and looked towards in the sky. He was completely blacked by the crazy Demon Sword, and he lost his self-consciousness. Ssangyong Python.

No.

Caramel sugar!

I, Xu Xiaoshou, stand up this time, even if I move, I can’t move…

The purpose is also for you.

Ghost beast?

Emotional ghost beast?

No matter how the outside world will question in the end, Xu Xiaoshou just wants to uphold his heart at this moment.

“She is just a friend of my friend…, nothing more.”