I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

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“What nonsense are you talking about!”

Old Sang cursed with his head tilted, his eyes were straight, he landed on the person, his lips twitched, “No Moon Old Dog, I haven’t seen it for many days, I miss it very much.”

Gou Wuyue slanted the sword, but his eyes crossed him and fell on Xu Xiaoshou.

“Your discipline?”

“Not bad.” Old Sang squinted.

“I thought he was a master of eight masters.”

“Then you are wrong.”

Old Sang laughed: “Eight masters know how to grab the old man’s discipline, but unfortunately, they can’t grab it~”

Xu Xiaoshou: “……”

Why didn’t he find himself so popular?

“Little Stone Tan Ji…”

Gou Wuyue whispered and asked, “Where is Yu Lingdi?”

He can feel the pure Fire Element element from this space.

But in Heaven and Earth Grand Dao, half of the Water Element element does not exist, and even the Water Element rule in this space has been cut.

There is no doubt that Yu Lingdi has been here.

This Hundred Thousand Great Mountains Dragon Realm of Sang Lao can only be drawn by Yu Lingdi.

“You said this?”

The old man pressed the straw hat, put his five fingers together, and a drop of water seeped out from his palm.

“wu~”

The low whining sound spread out, if it weren’t for the eyes of all three people present on the drop of water, it would be hard to notice.

“This is Yulingdi?”

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked first.

He really didn’t expect, dignified Water Element Profound Truth ruler, fell into the hands of Mr. Sang, and even the waves couldn’t make a single flower. It was really refined into a drop of original liquid!

Gou Wuyue frowned, in the sky sword intent.

Obviously it is a hot space, but Xu Xiaoshou shuddered inexplicably.

killing intent!

Gou Wuyue, really murdered!

“Don’t worry, I’m not dead yet.”

Old Sang flicks with the finger, and the water droplets fell in the air. He smiled and said: “But if you come one step later, the result will be the same.”

“Let him go.” Gou Wuyue said indifferently.

“Yes.”

Old Sang nodded: “You call all the white clothed over, release the saint slaves, release Cenchev, and the old man release Yu Lingdi.”

Gou Wuyue’s eyes sank.

This is fundamentally impossible.

In the Eighth Palace, Zenjov took the blood tree back to his back and dragged the 33rd and most of the white clothed Dao Severing, which can be said to be extremely difficult.

But the repercussions of the blood tree are too big.

Not surprisingly, he must be taken down by the 33rd in the end.

The storyteller’s side…

Although I have been imprisoning white clothed without interruption, but as long as I can’t get out of here immediately.

Until he finishes cleaning up the straw hat in front of him, the storyteller cannot escape.

The only one with a high chance of not being able to win, are only eight masters and Haitang’er.

He Gou Wuyue, how could he give up the main task for trifling Yu Lingdi?

“tsk tsk .”

Old Sang was speechless, looking at the water droplets still struggling helplessly in his palm, he shook his head and sighed: “Poor little, you are abandoned.”

“Xu Xiaoshou!”

Ming Ming Sang is still talking, but Xu Xiaoshou has another voice of the old man in his ear.

He was surprised, slightly nodded, and realized that it was Sang Lao who was sound transmission.

“Go southeast, where the storyteller is waiting for you, and leave immediately.”

Xu Xiaoshou, who got the content of the subpoena, froze instead.

“How about you?” he asked.

“My old man, I will be here later.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“If not…”

“How come there is so much nonsense!” Sang Lao suddenly turned his head, his eye sockets were sunken, his eyes in dark circles were extremely deep.

Xu Xiaoshou pursed his lips lightly.

He knew that staying here would only be a drag.

Whether Sang Lao is Gou Wuyue’s opponent, maybe, besides choosing to believe, there is no other way.

After all, this is an extraordinary existence that can escape from the sword of Gou Wuyue in the middle of the domain and Azure Dragon County…

After a while, Sang Lao spoke again, this time, he has no sound transmission.

“Look, from what you will to what you won’t, the last way to die in the body of the element…”

“What?”

“Absolute power!”

Xu Xiaoshou nodded cooperates, retreats half a step, and looks inside Qi Sea.

Qi Sea is already full, a disappearing technique, and then repeated “ascending to the skies with a single leap”, you can escape here immediately.

The duo is very good.

Gou Wuyue couldn’t find anything at all.

He just watched Sang Qiye suddenly unblock all the power in his hand.

In an instant, the drop of water struggled and changed violently, and a silhouette of illusion to the extreme was formed in front of the mulberry seven leaves.

“Yulin Di…”

Gou Wuyue’s pupils trembled.

It was so weak that it would drift away even when the wind blew, as if there was only a silhouette of Soul Body.

If it weren’t for the familiar breath, it would be difficult to tell that it was the head of the spiritual radical-Yu Lingdi, just according to the face whose face had been refined and blurred!

“Sang Qiye!”

Gou Wuyue screamed in a deep voice, and raised his sword with his sword back to the cloud.

A dazzling golden light suddenly vented, and the ladder reappeared. Layers of golden ladders appeared, but they were completely split in half with the sound of a sword.

sword qi Breaks the world and arrives in no time.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that the Qi machine in his whole body was locked.

Obviously, the sword qi is not locking himself, but the strong death aura is still covered.

In the ear.

Elder Sang was not even worried, and he heard the voice of calm.

“Using the mind to transform the form, attaching to the body; using the gods to enter the mind, illusion in the form; through Heavenly Dao, fusion of the nine gods and fantasy, the imaginary is real, and the reality is imaginary…”

The Sanskrit sound is like Hong Zhong Dalu’s popping in his mind.

The obscure Profound Truth formula is like a fire burn. It is only half-word puzzled, but it is still deeply burned into Xu Xiaoshou in the depth of one’s soul.

At the time when this period of depressive sound faded, there seemed to be a memory in my mind that was moved.

Xu Xiaoshou only feels that the passage of time is slow at this moment.

Gou Wuyue’s sword qi broke the boundary just at the crucial moment.

But the old sang in front of him slowly raised his sleeves, but it was like eternity in a thought, unmoved by the world.

“Truly, God, Nian!”

A faint white light appeared around Yu Sang’s body.

It’s very light, very shallow, and it can only lift up a rustle of clothes.

But when the three characters settled, it gushes out from the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, like a shining sun falling into the world, but it seems to be summoned by Sang Lao with a soft call.

No!

Not like it!

Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes widened, and he stared in amazement at the Dragon Rong Realm, which is far away from several tens of thousands of li, and shattered in an instant.

Hot Baiyan uses Sang Lao’s body as the base point of the black hole, and instantly travels through time and space, even faster than Gou Wuyue’s sword, and instantly merges into Sang Lao’s body.

Heaven and Earth is bleak.

The vast white strip disappeared.

Everyone who was in Long Rong within the realm looked up at the sky, and fell back into reality after adapting to the rays of light, which should have been lucky, but everyone seemed to be distorted. .

Dim, just for a moment!

At this moment, even the ladder-style golden light can hardly be opened again!

Old Sang raised his hands, and the straw hat pressed half of his face.

“Sleeveless·Red Jiao Hand.”

Sneer~

What came up at the sound was the withered robes after being blown by the breeze.

From fingertips, wrists, elbows, shoulders…

Sang Lao’s withered hands turned black and scorched from the outside to the inside at a speed visible to naked eye.

High temperature!

Extremely high temperature!

Xu Xiaoshou is far apart.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the dark red sleeveless hands in the scorched black, his eyes were directly lit by Bai Yan, and he immediately looked away from the pain.

“Through divine sense……”

He was shocked.

Old Sang, know how to divine sense!

It’s not that I’m not happy with Little Monk’s faint and divine sense.

This style “Sleeveless·Red Burnt Hand”, at a glance, is the “Punishment and Punishment” created by Quilehan, the head of the ten seat, which is the same as Level 1 and other super divine sense!

“This is, absolute attack?”

Xu Xiaoshou’s heart beats wildly.

He can’t move anything!

Reason tells him that when these two peerless bosses are at war, the best thing he should do is to immediately activate the disappearance technique.

But even the soul is locked by Gou Wuyue.

Xu Xiaoshou even thinks stiffly, wanting to call out the three awakening skills that can be liberated in his heart, but Sang Lao can think of eternity, but he can only think of eternity.

——Think but can’t do it!

Death God waved his sickle, the world was gray in the golden light and white light, Xu Xiaoshou ashen-faced.

Before that sword arrived, his soul was already split.

But at this critical moment, Sang Lao’s sleeveless and red-focused hand that traveled through time and space was stuck before the sword qi.

“Sword?”

He sneered, his burnt black hand stretched out only two fingers and lightly clicked, “The most annoying thing in my life is the sword.”

“dong! “

There was a muffled sound in Heaven and Earth, like a Spiritual God’s heart contraction.

Xu Xiaoshou “pu” pierced the mouth with blood, and his figure flew out.

But the sword qi that tears through the ladder is like being stepped on the brake by the door.

After Sang’s second finger got stuck, it was difficult to make any progress.

The next moment.

“bang! “

ten thousand li The void suddenly exploded, and the steam surging up and down, pushing up to the sky like a tsunami.

space fragments withered, scorched in the fog.

The clouds turned into mist, and the evening glow suddenly arrived.

Xu Xiaoshou only felt his chest feel stuffy, dizzy and eyes blurred.

He has been exploded, the battle hasn’t even happened to his side, but he can’t even catch the slight aftermath.

This is the battle scene of true powerhouse?

“Pump.”

The sword qi of the owner of the card with two fingers suddenly lit up with white inflammation, and within half a breath, it burned and disappeared.

Old Sang raised his head and smiled: “Old Dog without moon, do you know why the old man has not killed your subordinates?”

Gou Wuyue stopped with a sword and immediately rushed forward, seeming to understand something.

“Dare you?!”

But Sang Lao looked down, if Bodhisattva lowered his eyelids, there would be no mercy.

“Your subordinates dare to move the old man’s discipline and fight against Innate with the throne. Such a shameless man, old man, you want to kill him again in front of your Moonless Sword Immortal!”

Two fingers can scorch Gou Wuyue’s ladder style.

At this moment, Mr. Sang stretched his entire arm!

An extremely high-temperature arm that is completely charred and invisible to the flesh!

“gu gu gu ……”

The figure of Yu Lingdi in front of him struggled quickly and twisted.

His vague facial contours were faintly discernible, and there was panic in his eyes, but after exhausting his vigor, he turned out a mouth, spit out black light, roar.

“old fogey, really thought you could kill my Yulingdi? I still have evil sins in my hands…”

Shit!

Crosscut with black hand blade.

It should be water splashing.

Gou Wuyue, who could float around, and Xu Xiaoshou, who was swept away by the battle, could see clearly.

That elemental body, in the face of the absolute power of this sleeveless red-focused hand, really seems to be completely ineffective.

The blood spattered, one after another.

After all.

At the same moment when Yu Lingdi was caught by the owl, together with the whole body and the splashing blood, he vaporized on the spot, without giving people even half of the reaction time.

Sang Lao hangs his arms, his head is a little, under the straw hat, he sniffs.

“Why make noise for a dying person?”

The scene was extremely silent.

Xu Xiaoshou dumbstruck.

He watched from a distance, before he didn’t understand why the names of the other people of the saint slave were so iconic.

Storyteller, Old Woodman, Eighth Sword Immortal…

Alone Sang Lao is just the ordinary “sleeveless” word.

As you can see today, the silhouette of the old Sword Immortal who dared to be in front of Seven Sword Immortal, Yokoshou slashed his dearest relatives’ subordinates, the burnt black hands, that even Heavenly Dao couldn’t hold it because of the activation of the divine sense The sleeve robe…

“Sleeveless?”

Xu Xiaoshou whispered.

No.

This should not be called “sleeveless”, this is called “invincible”!

……

“Sang, Qi, Ye!”

Gou Wuyue’s voice was completely deserted, if Nine Nether was cold, the chill spread all over the world.

He knew this Old Guy was deliberate!

It’s not that Gou Wuyue failed to save Yu Lingdi with a single sword, but that Old Guy was waiting.

Waiting for Yulingdi to be calcined and refining to the weakest state…

Waiting for him to return to the game with Gou Wuyue, a ray of hope in his heart…

Waiting for Yulingdi to see the light again in hell, a wonderful moment in Heaven Prying…

He, kill him again!

Yu Lingdi, actually died long ago.

Sang Qiye not only stuck the sword qi with two fingers, he even stuck time!

Stuck at the very distinct node of the old hatred and new hatred, he used his fame stunt to bring the anger of both sides to the extreme.

The most uncomfortable extreme!

Gou Wuyue breathed a sigh of relief.

He knows what Sang Qiye is going to do.

The other party is nothing more than asking him to stay for a fight and completely cut off his desire to support the Quartet.

Thoroughly, in this third confrontation, the previous two unsettled battles were completely ended.

Obviously, Sang Qiye succeeded.

Gou Wuyue stopped in midair.

He closed his sword and hung his sleeves, mourned Yu Lingdi for three breaths, and then raised his eyes.

“Om——”

In the realm of ten thousand li, the power of azure is pulled out of the earth, myriad transformations Mo Jian, slowly flying into the sky.

The gale was blowing and clouds were flying, and Gou Wuyue’s robe was blown and rustled wildly.

For every inch of Wanqianmojian’s rise, the earth will fall three feet down.

“Om, om, om…”

The rhythmic sword cry rang out, piercing all directions.

Even the 33rd in the endgame in the Eighth House, joined hands with a group of white clothed and looked away.

They took down Zenchov who was drained by the blood tree.

But over there, the battle of Wuyue Sword Immortal seemed to have just begun.

Even, the voice of the sword world seems to be swearing an oath to everyone.

“Death and life, no idlers enter!”

Obviously.

The idlers here include Dao Severing, and even his secret puppet.

……

“really strong .”

Xu Xiaoshou’s scalp exploded one after another, and even his soul seemed to crack in the sound of the sword cry.

At this time, Wanqianmojian has already volleyed into the sky and turned into a normalized sword array.

And in the formation eye, the old Sang in a sleeveless dress hangs his arms, and he seems to be smiling.

In this world, Ruo Ruo really has an old enemy.

Then he Mulberry Qiye seems to have had something to do with Gou Wuyue, one of the Seven Sword Immortal in front of him several decades ago, and it will be difficult to kill him in his life.

There are one and two things, but it must end at the third hour.

This battle was the one he longed for.

The same is the battle that Gou Wuyue longs for.

But before the war…

Sang Lao looked back, his lips close together.

“Run.”

Xu Xiaoshou heard a word in his ear, and immediately felt that the confinement around his stiff body was broken, and his mobility was restored.

He is head-on, knowing what to do now is the best.

“Disappeared…”

Before the silent thought in my heart reached half a sentence, the “pu” spurted out of blood, and Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

“Pumping!”

“Pumping!”

Suddenly, the heart beat violently, Xu Xiaoshou didn’t know why.

He was stunned for a long time before he remembered that it seemed a bit like a special induction brought by “perception”-a whim.

But there has never been such a terrifying whim that would cause him, the Grandmaster, to donate blood for no reason!

The information bar flicked:

“Be locked, passive value, +1.”