I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

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bang!

demonic energy explodes fog.

When Space Crack closed, Xu Xiaoshou, who was holding the straw hat with one hand, could still vaguely see Sang Lao who could not hold an arrow. The arrow penetrated in an instant, and then was enveloped by infinite demonic energy.

That arrow can break through the fleshy body that was not made by Body Refinement.

But he went to Sang Lao, but failed to completely burst his body.

However, the terrifying point of the evil sin bow arrow is not the impact of the blasting form, but the demonization.

There was a slight snoring.

Space Crack is closed.

Xu Xiaoshou is hard to get a glimpse of the follow-up.

He used three days of freezing to freeze himself completely, avoiding the fragmentation of the space to completely shatter his body.

A touch of red light flashed in front of my eyes.

“Little Brat…”

The storyteller appeared and embraced ice sculpture with one hand.

At this time, even he can hardly think of joking.

Carrying them back silently, the two of them broke away from the shards of space, cut into the void from the other side, and moved away from the battlefield.

As for the second child…

The storyteller did not choose to return the aid.

With his ability, it is the past and death.

After all, even Gou Wuyue who was headshot with a punch is impossible to die easily.

Tai Xu couldn’t stand it anymore, so he could only protect himself.

even more how is Sword Immortal in Taixu!

……

“Hurry up!”

“Keep up, keep up.”

“The sword world has been broken, and the battle will definitely end. At this time, our role will come out. It is essential to clean up the mess, but it must not be delayed.”

“My god, didn’t expect the second in command of the saint slaves also appeared. I don’t know what the final battle with Wuyue senior will end…”

“Fart!”

“You still have to think about it, it must be the moonless senior who defeated the saint slave. What other endings are there?”

“You know, that is one of the seven Sword Immortal in the world, the two masters of the Holy Temple…eh?”

A crowd of white clothed rushed to the battlefield.

In the voice of the discourse, all were regrets for not being able to watch the battle with their own eyes.

After all, it was the battle of Taixu.

Even Dao Severing tried to get some insights from it, so that if there is the slightest probability in the follow-up, he can better promote himself and step into the realm in the legend.

However, among the boiling words, I really arrived at the battlefield, everyone was shocked speechless.

A headless corpse slowly floats in the air among the broken mountains in the distance.

Everyone looked away.

But I saw the headless corpse, even in ragged clothes, red all over.

But between the broken clothes and sleeves, a faint blue touch can be seen.

Among the audience, there was only Wuyue Sword Immortal who was wearing blue clothed!

“This…”

Everyone was horrified.

Wuyue Sword Immortal, got a headshot?

“My God, is this the injury from the second in command of the slave?”

“These mountains, these ruined cliffs, what happened here…?”

“No moon senior, can he still be alive?”

On the 33rd, holding the unconscious Zenjov with one hand, he looked at the floating blue clothed person in amazement.

He can smell a touch of vitality from it.

But if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he couldn’t believe that Wuyue senior would be hit hard by this!

The second in command of the saint slaves, really so powerful?

“sou! “

In a flash, he immediately appeared on the side of the headless body.

“No Moon senior?”

“I…no problem.” Gou Wuyue extends the hand, stopping him from stepping forward to help.

Number Thirty-three looked at the broken body with the headband and neck missing.

Nothing…

He was silent for a while.

“Look!”

Amidst the white clothed, there was a burst of noise again.

Everyone looked sideways, and saw that among the black holes, a group of black holes was also black, but a power completely different from the power of the black hole was surging in midair.

“demonic energy?”

Everyone was surprised.

This demonic energy does not look like the evil spirit with four swords, but more like a kind of demonic energy exploded by the cultivation deviation after the inner Seven Emotions and Six Desires are detonated at the same time.

“Who?”

No one can get a glimpse of the magical mist.

It can be judged that this person is pretty close, and he should be the other party in the war-the second in command of the slaves, sleeveless!

“Evil Sin Bow Arrow?”

Among the white clothed, those with experience have already seen something.

The arrow that pierced through the void at that time can not only be seen by people in the Eighth Palace.

The entire Eastern Region, almost where the cultivation base has reached the throne, can catch a glimpse of that terrifying power.

Now, the sleeveless ending is nothing more than an arrow from the love of the common people.

“So, no moon senior alone can’t take the saint slave sleeveless at all, and you need the help of the common people to shoot an arrow to completely take the person?”

Immediately there was white clothed and started to make up for it.

The scene is like this, it’s hard for them to think too much.

“Shut up!”

On the 33rd, he immediately scolded.

These people think that they are too long to live. Wuyue seniors are just headshots, consciousness or something, but they haven’t completely lost it yet!

The white clothed people seemed to realize that they had made some mistakes when they were surprised, and they chose to keep their mouths shut.

azure’s emptiness is entangled.

Gou Wuyue’s head grew slowly, and he stopped for a short quarter of an hour before his head was fully grown.

“Little Stone Tan Ji…”

With a low groan, Gou Wuyue’s eyes were thoughtful, and he didn’t know what he was thinking.

He shook his backhand, opened the boundary, and Yu Zhiwen appeared beside him.

Thirty-three astonished.

This woman may not have been seen by others, but his knowledge base contains the information of this person.

“Girl Zhiwen.”

Slightly bowed, there was more respect in the voice of No. 33.

Yu Zhiwen didn’t pay any attention at all. As soon as he appeared, he eagerly looked towards Gou Wuyue.

“Where is Xu Xiaoshou?”

“Xu Xiaoshou?” Gou Wuyue was startled slightly.

“Golden Giant!” Yuzhi Wen Xingtong was full of worries.

Gou Wuyue understood at once.

Xiaoshi Tan Ji…

It turns out that it is not the real name.

Then Xu Xiaoshou, would it also be a false title for that young man?

“Are you familiar with him?”

Gou Wuyue asked softly.

His sight caught the mulberry Qiye that was still roaring and struggling in the sky.

Lost consciousness, only violent desire is left for this second-in-command of the saint slave, even if his head has not recovered, the type of “man is a sword” can hold it in place, so that he can’t make random shots.

“Cooked!”

Yuzhi Wen was nodded, and also turned his head to look.

He knew that the arrow that loved common people was shot at Xu Xiaoshou.

Although I don’t know what the reason is, but judging from the result…

“He, he…”

Yu Zhiwen pointed to the magic mist group, his voice was trembling, “Has the arrow hit?”

Observing this scene on the 33rd, I have already noticed something.

He stepped back silently, his figure disappeared.

The following content is obviously not for him to listen to.

“Not him.”

Gou Wuyue shook his head: “The one who hit the arrow was his Master, Sang Qiye, and Xu Xiaoshou you said… is gone.”

Uozhiwen looked terrified.

Then, as if sighed in relief, the voice eased.

“Are you there?”

She seemed to be muttering to herself, repeating unconsciously.

Looking at her reaction, Gou Wuyue raised the corner of her lips, took a step forward, and asked, “You are very familiar, what is the relationship?”

“I…”

Yuzhiwen suddenly heard the overtones, and the roots of his ears were red.

“No, no moon senior.”

“It’s not what you think, I met him in the white cave, this person is very difficult to deal with, I just want to… draw him into the temple of the Holy Spirit.”

“That’s it.”

Gou Wuyue smiled: “That’s it?”

“en. “

Yu Zhiwen wandered his eyes, aside from his gaze.

She saw a crowd of white clothed people, and realized that at this moment, she had left the white cave and was in the eighth palace.

That is to say, the battle during this period has a high probability of being over.

What I met just now was just a scene at the end that’s all.

“Xu Xiaoshou ……”

Gou Wuyue murmured to himself, without too much investigation of the relationship between the two.

In other words, the concern of the young generation of Saint Slave, at this moment, has suppressed his pure curiosity about the personal affairs of Saintess in front of him.

“What you said, you and him met among the holy slaves, do you have a deep understanding?”

“en. “

“How deep?”

Gou Wuyue paused after speaking, and added: “It is what you said you want to draw this person into the Temple of the Holy Spirit, why?”

Yu Zhiwen’s mind flashed Xu Xiaoshou’s never-changing appearance, a little eager.

“This person, very difficult to deal with, whether it’s potential, strategy, skills…”

“He is different from everyone I have met.”

Yu Zhiwen turned his head, fixedly looking at Gou Wuyue, and emphasized: “It is among all the young people I have seen in the headquarters.”

After a pause, she summed it up.

“He is very strong. In time, he will be able to reach the height of senior. He must be drawn into the Holy Temple and the headquarters.”

“Because he is now in a decision period, if one is not so serious, it is very likely…”

Seeing Gou Wuyue’s suddenly thoughtful expression, Yu Zhiwen’s voice stopped.

“senior?”

My height… Gou Wuyue ignored it and looked straight at the half-sky magic mist group.

Xu Xiaoshou’s performance under the arrow of love for the common people really surprised him.

And this person is not only the dísciple of Sang Qiye, but also the training target of the eight masters.

Yu knows what Wen said, Gou Wuyue never despised it.

He even felt that with such help, Ruuo really had grown up for that young man.

“Maybe more than my height…”

With her heart low, Gou Wuyue did not express her thoughts.

He looked towards Yu Zhiwen and sighed: “Little fish, you know a lot about that young man, but you seem to have forgotten something.”

“Huh?”

Yuzhiwen has red lips, a little confused.

“I said it.”

Gou Wuyue pointed to the demonic energy group, “He, Xu Xiaoshou’s Master!”

“?”

Yu Zhiwen hadn’t reacted for a while.

Gou Wuyue sighed: “Are you still unaware that what you call Xu Xiaoshou has completely joined the saint slave?”

Boom.

Yuzhiwen’s heart shrank.

When she reacted, her face instantly turned pale.

Stiffly projecting his gaze on the demonic energy group again, Yu Zhiwen suddenly woke up.

Yes.

This is the second in command of the saint slaves, sleeveless.

In other words, this is the vice-president of Heavenly Mulberry Spirit Palace, Sang Lao.

Xu Xiaoshou’s Master……

In other words, is he really a saint slave long ago?

The conclusion that I inferred from the white cave at that time, but was directly rejected from the heart, popped into my mind.

Yu Zhiwen couldn’t speak for a while.

powerless ……

This is the true feeling in her heart at this moment.

“It turns out that all this is doomed a long time ago?”

……

“Oh.”

Gou Wuyue, as a person who came by, couldn’t see the little Jiujiu in the girl in front of him except for the righteousness?

But the position is different, the camp is different.

Some people, some fate, are destined to be like this, and cannot be changed.

He did not say much, nor did he persuade.

As the Saintess of the Holy Temple, Yuzhiwen has the highest consciousness of the temple. This little external emotional thing can’t affect his persistence in his heart.

With a sigh, he walked towards the demonic energy group.

The endgame, it’s time to end…

“Sword.”

beckoned.

The sound of the famous sword slave lan “kneg” rose from the ground, straight into the palm of his hand.

Gou Wuyue raised high famous sword.

“All…”

The white clothed waited solemnly.

Even the 33rd, straightened up.

Ke Gou Wuyue has not given any orders.

Suddenly, underneath the demonic energy group of the void, a phantom pink Begonia flower quietly bloomed.

“shua~ shua~ shua~ !”

In an instant, many white clothed eyes looked vigilantly.

The Begonia flower is enclosed from the bottom, as if to quietly take away the people in the field.

“You dare?!”

Gou Wuyue’s heart trembled.

One thing he really didn’t expect was Haitang’er who had already escaped alive. How dare he go and return?

With a shout of anger, the famous sword turned into cyan ray flow and escaped. When the Begonia flower was about to close, it was completely pierced with a bang, and it festered.

Gou Wuyue’s heart hung up and couldn’t let go.

As soon as he took his footsteps, he jumped to the side of Sang Qiye.

The sleeve robe has a trick, and Dang even recycles it.

After doing all this, he was startled to realize that he was already in a cold sweat.

It is true that this wave of saint slaves has gone back and forth, hitting the most comfortable and lazy moments of everyone, even his Gou Wuyue, almost inattentive, let people succeed.

“It’s okay.”

“Fortunately, Sang Qiye can’t resist…”

Gou Wuyue’s feeling of rejoicing in his heart has not yet fully bloomed in the future, and suddenly his thoughts froze, and he realized that something was wrong.

If Haitang’er goes and returns, what about the eight masters?

If the eight masters also returned, how could it be possible that they could not steal the mulberry seven leaves when they were in a trance?

With a cold back, Gou Wuyue eyes shrank, already thinking of something.

He turned his head abruptly and looked towards the 33rd direction.

“Yo.”

There was a boo.

“Slightly slow, are you old, Gou Wuyue?”

The eight masters are proficient in ridicule, and their eyes are muddy, but they are all cold and killing intent.

With this sound, the temperature of the whole room dropped abruptly.

“The Eighth Sword Immortal?”

“Eight Masters!”

The white clothed exclaimed, full of shock.

At this time, no one would have expected that the legendary person would really dare to go and return!

“Eight Masters…”

Thirty-three felt her whole body stiff.

Through many white clothed shocking gazes, even if he has no spiritual thoughts, he can still think of the person standing behind him from the direction everyone is watching.

“Dead!”

With Cenjov in his hand, No. 33 didn’t dare to neglect at all, and the backhand was a punch, which was slammed out.

“No—”

Gou Wuyue shouted.

But it was too late.

The arrow is on the string and I have to send it.

The 33rd also dared not expose his back to the man who only circulated in the legend.

When turning over and retreating, a violent punch was about to hit the head.

“Om~”

Void air flowed away.

Time seems to be completely slow at this moment.

In the corner of the eye on the 33rd, you can see the anxious look of Wuyue senior accompanied by exclaim, and the worried look and behavior of the white clothed companions.

And the person in front of you…

Eight masters are smiling.

His fist was at the door, and he only looked a little at the slightest distance.

“puff!”

On the 33rd, he felt that something sharp was born on his arm, and then he saw that his right arm was cut into the air and flew completely out of his body.

“This…”

My heart trembled.

Subconsciously, No. 33 kicked and hit the top with a knee.

But the action is still extremely slow, and it can’t even reach one ten thousandth of the turtle’s speed!

The eight masters are still smiling.

The head is lowered, and the eyes are constricted.

The same tingling sensation is born from the knee.

“puff!”

Broken leg vacated in the air, slowly escaping.

The 33rd still wants to struggle and resist.

“Oh.”

The eight masters sighed, stepped forward and stepped on the front of the begonia flower.

bang!

Everyone in the audience felt that it was slow to restore order in time and space.

But the 33rd in front of him was chopped into pieces and exploded in the interlacing of endless swordsmanship.

A golden energy core was smashed out.

Everyone wanted to support, but they felt that the Time Flow Speed ​​in Heaven and Earth was slowing down again.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the small dead branches on the hands of the eight masters, gently poking and swirling at the energy core.

“pa!”

The energy core is shattered.

Time and space restore order.

Gou Wuyue’s footsteps can be mentioned, and the white clothed heartbeat has just shrunk.

However.

Thirty-three, no more!

“peng~ peng~ peng~ ……”

The parts of the Tianji puppet smashed to the ground, pounding.

Cenjov’s figure fell to the ground and was engulfed by begonia flowers.

Everyone looked at the man standing on top of the petals, and was silent for a while.

He clearly has only the acquired cultivation base……

He obviously hesitated so much before and did not dare to make any move…

But why…

“Ah.”

The eight masters interrupted everyone’s thoughts with a light cough, and the look in their eyes was completely different from that at the time.

At first glance, everyone felt tingling in the eyes and cold soul.

That cold killing intent is like a different person from before.

“I didn’t want to kill…”

The eight masters whispered well, and slowly tapped their palms with the dead branches in their hands, then looked all around, no more pity in their eyes, and the conversation turned.

“Sang Qiye, you can take it away, anyway, I will not understand the demonic energy of common people.”

There was a sound.

He straightened his chest slightly, his breath pierced the sky, his words became a bit more sulking, and he was stunned in all directions.

“But when I return now, I will slaughter seven hundred white clothed and practice it for my friends!”

“You can take people away… But if my friend dies, I will kill the temple and fold all over the mountain sweet-scented osmanthus!”