I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

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Feng Jian?

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

What is this?

But no one explained it to him.

“no no no.”

The masked man shook his head again and again, raised his two fingers lightly, and swiped in the void.

The sword finger swam past, and the space was broken.

“Is this a Fengjian?” he asked rhetorically.

“This is just sword qi.” Gou Wuyue’s voice was low.

“What about this?”

The masked man took out a snow-white giant sword with his backhand and stroked it in the void.

Now the sword qi tore the space apart, directly separating the two sides, as if cutting this place into two circles.

Xu Xiaoshou has a toothache from the back.

This is the sword of Su Qianqian, the famous tomb city snow.

How embarrassed to take out this ghost?

Oh, he is the eighth Sword Immortal, he is the eighth Sword Immortal, that’s all right…

Gou Wuyue’s eyes condensed, and she said again: “This is not your sword.”

“What about my sword?”

The masked man spread his hands and threw the tomb name Chengxue back into the space ring.

Xu Xiaoshou listened from behind, subconsciously about to pass the four swords in his hand, but suddenly realized that the white sword qi exploded in his body.

He was pinned by sword qi!

“Eight damned masters, you wait for me, when I become stronger, whether you are the tomb name Chengxue or you, take them all.” Xu Xiaoshou muttered.

The masked man had done all this in secret, his face completely remained unmoved.

He stared at Gou Wuyue and said: “My sword is in your hand, do you dare to bring it over and let me try it?”

“Om——”

The voice of Nu Lan shook slightly, seemingly moved.

Gou Wuyue tightly held the sword, coldly said: “Don’t think I don’t know what you think, you are going another way?”

“Road?”

The masked man chuckled softly: “I am indeed walking another way.”

As he said, he made a move.

“Go.”

After saying this, he took another step forward, treating Gou Wuyue as air and handing his back to the opponent.

“Stop!”

Gou Wuyue roared.

The masked person remained unmoved, and Cenchov and the storyteller saw it and followed along again.

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t dare to be careless, and hurriedly got stuck among the three, letting these three big men escort him forward.

“Does it really matter?”

Quiet Mimi probed the rear with “perception”, but Gou Wuyue seemed to be really stuck in her footsteps, watching the masked man leave, unable to take a step.

“I’m still a big brother, I have a lot of face!”

The storyteller laughed, hehe stepped forward and put on the shoulder of the masked man, but when the latter stepped in a hurry, the storyteller rushed for nothing.

He complained, “Bad Elder Brother…”

“Open!”

Cenjov took the lead.

Panxian axe slashed forward, and the heaven covering the country was directly split into a hole.

All the white clothed that flashed to the rear looked anxious.

Everyone knows that in this situation, if the four saint slaves really run away, the consequences will not be easily bearable.

But it’s okay if the person in front of you doesn’t reveal your identity, once revealed…

Eight Masters!

Eighth Sword Immortal!

Which desperate dare to step forward and stop?

“Senior Moonless…”

It is not only a kind of holy guard who is present muttering silently.

Even the manipulators of the “Country Covering Sky Mask” hiding in the dead corners of the Eight Palaces were sluggish looking at the pictures passed from the void.

That’s it, let it go?

“Boom, boom, boom.”

The rain is impudent.

The silence was a bit permeating.

In a situation where no one dared to act rashly, the masked man froze step by step, pulling away the distance from Gou Wuyue behind him.

The Formation rays of light in the covering sky are quickly repaired under the power of the remote manipulator.

But Cenchev made every hole with one axe.

The offensive power that contains the power of the emptiness is definitely not covered.

Lost the human interference, the saint slave walked out from here in a big way, but the others could only stare at it.

“Oh.”

Xu Xiaoshou still couldn’t believe it until he passed through the light curtain of the covering sky.

Is this coming out?

So simple?

The desperate fight that was envisioned in the White Cave did not appear at all, and the masked man revealed the identity of the eight masters. Everything was resolved?

“?”

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head slowly, not daring to face others, after thinking about it, he still cast a question mark to Cenjof, who seemed more amiable.

Cenjov laughed aloud.

He understands the meaning of this youngster.

I just wanted to speak, but my face suddenly condensed.

“Be careful!”

At the same time, the storyteller’s body flashed before his big brother, as if he was blocking some kind of enemy.

Xu Xiaoshou eyes shrank.

He was the slowest to react.

But “perception” is also the most clearly seen.

I don’t know when.

Under the torrential rain, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared on the road ahead.

That tall man is taller than anyone Xu Xiaoshou has seen in the past.

Had it not been for this guy to have a human skin, Xu Xiaoshou would really have thought it was the white skeleton in the white cave that came outside.

And the short one on one side…

“Who is this?”

Xu Xiaoshou was completely shocked.

In the past, he was told by his experience in battle with the big bosses of various lines that he was judged by the breath of this person, and the one who came was only the throne’s cultivation base.

But the trifling throne, how dare he take the number one, blocking the path of the four saint slaves who dare not even stop Gou Wuyue?

“peng peng peng! ”

The big drops of rain fell on the ground one after another.

At this time, everyone felt that something was wrong.

Since the appearance of the short throne that looks like a boy, the rain in the field seems to have undergone a qualitative change.

Even Xu Xiaoshou’s Grandmaster body has already begun to feel pain.

“Under attack, passive value, +211.”

“Under attack, passive value, +165.”

“Under attack, passive value, +198.”

“Counter-shock” no longer seems to have the perfect protection against injuries, and even the role of “resilience” has become negligible.

Under an average of hundreds of bombardments per second, Xu Xiaoshou felt his feet stagger.

He had no choice but to open the shield of spirit essence.

But the shield was not resistant to the impact of the rain at all, and within a moment, the water droplets blasted through.

“Fei Ruo heavy water!”

The storyteller encountered the same situation on one side.

What is better than Xu Xiaoshou is that the space around him is multifolded.

No matter how strong the raindrops were, they were also shot out by Power of Space on the spot.

“What is Fay Ruo heavy water?”

Not only Xu Xiaoshou had such a question, even Cen Qiaofu also blocked the raindrop attack, and asked.

“Lingbu, Profound Truth controller of the water system, Yulingdi!”

The storyteller uttered the name of the person who spoke every word.

Then his gaze fell on the tall man on one side.

“So, this one should be a puppet of heaven?”

Cen Qiaofu eyes suddenly shrank.

He didn’t expect that at the last minute, he would be able to kill such two people.

“Are you the one who rained in the white cave?”

Cenjov stepped forward and stopped the three saint slaves behind him.

“Be careful.”

At this time, the storyteller no longer dared to make a joke. He reminded in a low voice: “The puppet of the day, Yomo has the power of too virtual, and that Yu Lingdi…slashed the too virtual!”

“Huh?”

Xu Xiaoshou hearing this, his eyes protruded immediately.

“Cut it off?”

He couldn’t believe it and repeated the key words, hoping that the storyteller would say “Sorry, missed the word”.

But no.

The storyteller only solemnly nodded: “Although it was said that the Taixu was cut down by other people, this guy really ended the Taixu.”

“Even if a person can’t take it, he can use the throne as a cultivation base, fall, and even capture Dao Severing, this is an indisputable fact.”

“The legend is far more than that.”

“I can’t say that the information I have is limited, this guy already has the strength to kill Taixu alone!”

The storyteller is mainly responsible for Zhongyu, and naturally knows more about Zhongyu’s intelligence.

And the more he knows, the more solemn his face becomes.

Zenjov was also taken aback by his introduction.

He heard the first person talk about this guy in the White Cave, but never thought that a trifling throne could have such power.

This is terrifying!

Xu Xiaoshou felt a bit dry in his throat, “You said he can cut Taixu, is it ordinary Taixu, or…”

“Tai Xu, are there any ordinary ones?”

The storyteller asked Xu Xiaoshou to choke and almost had a cerebral infarction.

Is this fuck a pervert!

I, Xu Xiaoshou, used the Innate cultivation base, plus the power of A Jie, to barely cut a throne is already very good.

You, the throne, can cut the emptiness?

Secretly glanced at the masked man in front of him.

Xu Xiaoshou finally understands why there is even the eighth Sword Immortal in this world.

Dare to love, geniuses all get together, not just oneself.

Clown, you are alone!

……

“pēng pēng pēng ……”

Large pits exploded on the ground, as if they were smashed out by a big hail.

But this is not hail, it is rain!

The rain is fierce.

Yu Lingdi reached out and touched the torrential rain. The raindrops penetrated through his body, and every drop of rain passed through his body, and his breath was even stronger.

“Senior Wuyue, isn’t this your style?”

He raised his head and looked into the distance with a smile: “You called me here just to let me witness the departure of your indulgent holy slave?”

“It’s okay if I don’t see it. I saw it, how can I go back for business?”

“Make me invisible?”

Yu Lingdi shook his head in distress: “I can’t do this.”

“Me too.”

The 33rd said in a low, muffled voice on one side, and scratched his head: “Palace Lord wants me to be an honest child.”

Xu Xiaoshou was immediately attracted by the tall man.

Even if the voice is imitated again, he can still hear the trace of mechanical sound from the big tall man.

“Heavenly Mystery Puppet?”

Xu Xiaoshou thought of A Jie.

No accident.

A Jie is the first generation, a defective product of the Taoist firmament.

This guy should be his proud work… Completely?

“A few.”

Yu Lingdi withdrew his gaze and fell on Cenchev who was in front of him.

“No more nonsense, let’s assign opponents, I will be in charge of one.”

He held up a finger and pointed to…

Xu Xiaoshou!

“Little Stone Tan Ji?”

Xu Xiaoshou’s face turned black instantly.

This fuck, three big guys here, you just pick a soft persimmon?

“Look at your cultivation base, not the Grandmaster, right?”

Yu Lingdi’s expression was a little more funny, “I am very curious, how did you get out of this cultivation base?”

“From the white cave, and from the deterrence of the predecessors without moon.”

He shifted his gaze down and stopped at Xu Xiaoshou with four swords in his hand.

With this sword, Senior Wuyue must be impossible to let this kid go.

But this guy is still alive at the moment, it has already explained something…

“I’m also curious, how did you break my “Hometown of Fragrant Flowers”.”

A cold voice suddenly floated far away.

Immediately, Xu Xiaoshou saw a white clothed man stepping on Begonia from a distance between the sky and the lotus step.

Look at it at first glance.

Xu Xiaoshou finally saw the appearance of the so-called senior expert after a long absence.

With the demeanor-like demeanor, coupled with the six-leaf crabapple flower in his hand, the immortal official who is not interested in mundane affairs is alive!

Xu Xiaoshou subconsciously glanced in the direction of the storyteller.

This type, should he like it?

Sure enough.

When the storyteller saw the incoming person, his face flushed on the spot, and his face burst into endless splendor.

“Haitang’er big brother!”

Zi——

Xu Xiaoshou went straight up with a sound of goose bumps.

That charming voice, can almost evoke the dead.

Wait!

Do they know each other?

Xu Xiaoshou’s mind was divine light flashed, and when he looked at the storyteller’s seemingly false excitement, he suddenly realized a key issue.

“Our people?”

He turned his head to ask Cenjov.

“en. “

Cenjov nodded: “The ninth of the holy slaves, the Northern Domain seven cut off the ‘Hometown of Flower Fragrance’ Chief-In-Charge, Begonia.”

“Hiss!”

Northern Domain! Seven break forbidden! Seat nine!

Xu Xiaoshou has never even seen this so-called Haitanger, but with just a few short adjectives, he can already imagine the strength of the incoming person.

This is the background of the holy slave?

When you want to leave, there will be waves of people coming to pick you up?

The masked man looks calm.

Looking at Haitang’er, who stopped in the air to avoid the storyteller from directly jumping on him, he frowned and asked, “Why are you here too?”

“I can’t come, can you handle it?”

Haitanger paused, and said: “Out of here, there are seven hundred holy guards waiting outside, even if it passes through the blockade of the seven hundred holy guards…”

He turned his head and looked at Yu Lingdi, and said, “The evil sin bow that loves the common people is also staring at it.”

“oh?”

The masked man raised his brows and was a little surprised, “Isn’t he staring at Shenyi?”

Haitang’er’s complexion was unwavering, and she couldn’t even see the joy of reunion after a long absence.

If it weren’t for the masked person to talk to him, outsiders could not even see that the two were recognizing relationships.

He only coldly said: “A person who can live in the Holy Mountain but the entire continent is within its range, what is the difference between staring at one and staring at two?”

The eyes of the masked man were surprised again.

“The whole continent?”

“en. “

“You were shot?”

“……”

Haitang’er was suddenly silent, and the masked man lowered his head silently.

“All are making progress…”

He pondered for a long time, sighed, and finally put his gaze on Yu Lingdi again.

“This friend.”

Saying one step forward.

Xu Xiaoshou looked a little stunned behind him. Listening to this tone, could it be that these two also know each other?

He has eight masters, and his face is so great?

What does he want to do?

Out of reason, but the expected picture reappears.

The masked man walked straight ahead of Yulingdi and No. 33, just like a okay person, before he stopped.

He said sincerely: “I just listened to the tone of the two, it should have been a misunderstanding with Haitang’er, but now I am here, to save face, this matter is over, how?”

Since meeting Xu Xiaoshou, the masked man has discovered a battle method that is more efficient than sword dao.

said.

This is a super magical skill that can end everything without a soldier.

Those who are not thick-skinned can’t use it!

In the past, he boasted that it was impossible to do so.

But at this moment, masked people feel they can try everything.

At the very least, he had just successfully used a favor to get Gou Wuyue, who might have caused severe damage to the slave.

Yu Lingdi was stunned.

As if he knew the person before him again, he asked in surprise, “Who are you?”

“It doesn’t matter who I am. What is important is that Gou Wuyue has given me face. He is your predecessor. If you don’t consider following suit, give it to me?”