I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

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White clothed appeared one after another.

Everyone thought the battle was over.

Never thought, at this last moment, the eighth Sword Immortal killed a sudden thrust.

Even let out rhetoric…

“Folded all over the mountain sweet-scented osmanthus?”

The turmoil of the group.

If you say that when you first came out of the White Cave, the various performances of the eighth Sword Immortal, people can’t help but think from the bottom of their hearts that this is like a change of person, acting and style, he is no longer as unruly as he was back then.

So at this moment, as soon as this remark came out, everyone just felt that they had returned to that glorious era.

The eighth Sword Immortal, who can defeat the major peak forces of the continent in the battle for the ten thrones, by the strength of oneself, sweeps everything, seems…

Are you back?

“Are you threatening me?”

Different from everyone.

Gou Wuyue stared at the dead branches on the eight masters with sullen eyes, and spoke coldly.

Even if everyone is antique again.

He also knew that the person in front of him was no longer the same person.

Was given a military prohibition…

Two fingers were broken…

“A person who can’t even hold a sword, what qualifications do you have to speak such a frenzied speech?” Gou Wuyue’s famous sword tightened, and the sword intent was arrogant.

The white clothed were deterred one after another, knowing that this battle was inevitable.

“Threat, rampant?”

The eight masters are indifferent: “I have never been aimless, empty-mouthed, saying that it is killing, or killing, and if you want to do it, you must do it!”

As he said, stepping forward, the flowers of Begonia blossomed under his feet.

Eight fingers and one dead branch, people come with incense.

“hahahaha……”

Gou Wuyue suddenly laughed: “Eight masters, do you really think that it is still your stage today, and you slaughtered seven hundred white clothed, folded all over the mountain sweet-scented osmanthus?”

“Guizhe Holy Mountain is in Zhongyu, and Huachang Lantern is on the screen and candle ground.”

“Dare you come here?”

Gou Wuyue laughed like he was going to laugh.

Before the eight masters could speak out, his laughter diminished, and his eyes looked melancholy and disappointed.

“Eight masters… have you really seen your appearance now?”

“Racked, crouched back…”

“I can’t even hold the sword securely, and I still attack others in a sneaky attack.”

“The divine poise and sagelike features of the eighth Sword Immortal in the past, have you ever left a half lingering rhyme in your body now?!”

white clothed hearing this, each complexion.

They know that in the early stage of the ten statues, Gou Wuyue actually had a good personal relationship with the eight statues.

It’s just that afterwards, the roads are different, so they went on their own.

This meaning of hate iron for not becoming steel can be heard by Gou Wuyue’s unconcealed questioning, even if it is a dull person.

And indeed.

The tragic death of the 33rd is indeed regrettable.

It can be replaced by the eighth Sword Immortal of the past. He decidedly impossible to do so, and handed out a cold sword to the person from behind.

Today’s first Sword Immortal, perhaps under the attack of all parties, has eight well-known names, but not the eighth Sword Immortal back then.

The gale was bleak.

Begonia flowers one after another.

Under Gou Wuyue’s repeated questioning, the eight masters turned a deaf ear to it, and only moved forward slowly.

“divine poise and sagelike features ……heh.”

He smiled indifferently and did not respond loudly, more like he was muttering to himself, just listening:

“The immortal is the wind, the Tao is the bones, and its appearance is not good, what is the relationship?”

“If a sword bearer only trims the edges, does not cultivate the original mind, if he only understands the evil ways, confused right and wrong, and advances without being invincible, turning around and turning, how can it be possible to really break that realm?” [ 19459002]

“realm?” Gou Wuyue snapped up, “you talk to me about realm?”

Even though the eight masters are like mosquitoes and flies, he still knows that the other party is talking to himself.

It is true that the eight masters of press forward that he can’t think of for a while, will be cut into their present appearance by the three swords of Hua Chang Deng.

The other party is also questioning what he is doing and the way he is pursuing.

But this, can it be the same?

Gou Wuyue’s heart was turbulent, and he wanted to raise the sword fiercely to awaken the person in front of him.

But if the discussion on the sword and the Tao have reached this point, then the person who took the lead in mentioning the sword has already lost a lot.

The body can be cut.

But if the other side’s way is not cut, I would like to be unfair!

“Eight Masters!”

Gou Wuyue stepped forward.

With a bang, Void Sword raged and directly intercepted Wanfang Space.

Begonia flowers were torn apart by sword qi, and the blossoms withered, leaving only a single petal, which can only support the eight swaying bodies of the eight masters.

Gou Wuyue smiled sadly when she saw it: “The man with broken wings, how can he fight the sky?”

The eight masters finally stopped.

If you don’t stop, he will fall.

At this time, he had already gone deep into the battle, and he had fallen outside of Gou Wuyue’s ten several feet.

Such a distance is the best way to draw a sword.

He slowly looked up and lifted the dead branch in his hand.

“Although the wings are broken, I can float in the air.”

“You are sending eagles to a flock of geese, it looks beautiful, when you really need support…”

The eight masters glanced at the many white clothed outside the court, and shook their heads: “Still, you can only be alone!”

“But what about your sword!”

Gou Wuyue was trembling.

He knows that what the eight statues are familiar with is the truth, and it is difficult for him to argue.

The momentum of the Eight Palaces, the headquarters of the Temple of the Holy Spirit has long been glimpsed.

There is no assistance so far, it’s nothing more than coming in halfway through yourself and sending someone under the fence. Is it not my race, is it different in heart?

But looking at the eight masters who can only point at him with dead branches, not to mention Gou Wuyue, even the famous sword slave Lanzhi “Woo” screamed.

“Up until now, you can only use a broken branch to point me at me to teach?” Gou Wuyue roared, “Where is your sword?”

“My sword?”

The Eight Masters let out a sigh of relief, looking into the distance, “I sword town everywhere, save it for future needs, naturally take it, the voice of the lone slave is covered in dust… Go astray!”

Om——

At this moment, Gou Wuyue couldn’t hold back the anger in his heart, raised his hand with a sword, and the azure light flashed.

With a sound, the azure torrent of the square space gathers, and thousands of swords are formed.

The sword world came and turned into a long river of azure, dividing the eight masters of the path forward.

Gou Wuyue’s fingertips trembled lightly.

If this sword is cut, I am afraid that the person in front will no longer have the rays of light and die.

In the final analysis, the reason why he refused to make a move was due to the fetters of the past.

Or rather.

From the cracks in the white caves, the eight statues were well versed when they came out.

His sword never thought that it would fall on the person in front of him. Whether it was Yu Lingdi’s death in battle or the destruction of No. 33, these were not as good as in the past.

This one sword can’t fall at all!

“You go.”

Gou Wuyue sighed.

Under a group of white clothed surprised eyes, he finally expressed his inner expectation, “Sang Qiye, I am impossible to return you. Before I change my mind, take your holy slaves and get out of me. In the Eighth Palace!”

“This?”

The white clothed was stunned.

No one would think that when the mission was at the head, Wuyue senior would say such rebellious words.

He is one of the continent’s seven Sword Immortal, and is one of the two masters of the Saint God temple.

Can these words be spoken in the presence of white clothed and holy guards?

Are these words that people in the temple of the Holy Spirit can hear?

“Go crazy!”

With a low whistle, the noise broke out among the white clothed.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

“No moon senior this…”

“Master Yu Lingdi and Senior No. 33 are gone, how dare he, he?”

“If these words fall into the Palace Lord, and fall into the ears of the common people, the moonless senior will not be washed away at all!”

“Obviously the headquarters still treats him as an outsider…”

“Shhh!”

People with discerning eyes have already seen something wrong.

If Gou Wuyue really wants to make a move, perhaps it is impossible to wait until this moment, and wait until Yu Lingdi and No. 33 are killed before making a move.

He should have struggled to take down the eight masters when they first appeared.

Now that this remark came out, it even more explained the weight of the eighth Sword Immortal in his heart.

Since there was no shot at that time.

So at this moment, it is very likely that he really can’t make it.

And stuck in this moment…

Some words can be heard when white clothed, but can be transmitted later.

But there is no doubt that at this moment, it cannot be discussed!

The eight masters chuckled and glanced at the white clothed people, and asked calmly: “Aren’t you afraid of death?”

Gou Wuyue closed her eyes heavily.

“My heart is like a clear mirror. How to do it and how to choose is the choice they gave me.”

“Since they dare to act like this, then we must be psychologically prepared that I will act from the heart.”

“But I don’t think so.” Eight masters denied it.

Gou Wuyue was amused by the ignorance of the dying person in front of him. Just about to say something, the eight masters said again: “I came here, as I explained earlier, I came here to kill. , Not to come here.”

At this time, not only the eight masters were stunned, but even the white clothed was dumbfounded.

Everyone thought that the previous remarks were just jokes.

Never thought that those who were alone in the room took it seriously.

“He really wants to slaughter the white clothed seven hundred, folded all over the mountain sweet-scented osmanthus?”

White clothed dumbfounded.

This is a fantasy story!

The eighth Sword Immortal of the past may still have a little probability.

But now one of the Seven Sword Immortal is ahead.

His eight masters, how dare to take this seriously?

Even Gou Wuyue refused to accept a word of rebellion, just turned and left, is still rampant here?

The white clothed group was so excited that there were two people who were about to be born.

Just think about it, the death of the unfathomable mystery on the 33rd…

Just now, is it a coincidence?

On the other hand, Gou Wuyue was really angry.

“Eight masters, do you really want to put up a desperate struggle?”

“Killing…”

With an angry and funny expression on his face, he pointed to the dead branch and looked at the man again.

“Why?!”

“Just rely on this tattered branch in your hand?”

“Just because you have a cultivation base that you can even fly with?”

“Just because of your spine that is crushed by the present world…?”

Gou Wuyue laughed, her face was solemn for a long time, and her voice became completely cold, “Eight Masters, you really have to kill all my patience and die calmly before you can be worthy of all my efforts?”

“I never ask for someone to pay for me.”

After a meal, the eight masters looked back, and took a deep look at Gou Wuyue, meaning: “I never hope.”

Begonia’s body trembled hidden in the shattered flow of space, realizing that she was doing something wrong this time.

Eighth Sword Immortal, why do you need others to help?

“Then what do you plan to do?!” Gou Wuyue roared angrily, and his words were full of madness.

“Killing.”

The two words are light and light, and come down lightly.

Everyone thinks this man is crazy.

I really have a good chance of escape. I don’t know how to escape. I don’t have to be a native of Tai Sui to give up?

Gou Wuyue could no longer restrain her impulse.

“Rampant!!”

He roared like thunder.

At this moment, Heaven and Earth is turbulent, and the situation is surging.

Even Heavenly Dao was shocked by his anger, changing from sunny to cloudy, dark clouds headed, cold wind bleak, space collapsed, and mountains disintegrated in a word.

The sound of the famous sword slave slanted.

“shua~ shua~ shua~ ……”

The torrent of azure Mo Jian swept across from east to west, running straight to the place where the eight masters were.

“Be careful.”

Begonia children cry out in surprise.

The petals remaining under the eight masters stood up, as if they wanted to block this wave of attacks.

But how strong is the sword technique?

With just one impact, the petals were torn apart and completely torn into powder.

“Sou” it.

Haitanger wanted to save space.

Even if the first one insists on going his own way, but desperately to death, he can’t let the first one die here!

But Space Crack was about to open, Haitanger wanted to escape from it, but suddenly stopped. Looking at the Mo Jian torrent from a distance, it seemed that an amazing sword intent was set off.

——He Gou Wuyue’s completely different sword intent!

“This?”

When the azure torrent rushed past, everyone thought that the eight statues knew that even if they were immortal bodies, they were impossible to block the power of the emptiness and the damage of the sword.

In this wave, immortality has to be taken down on the spot.

Suddenly, the sword intent rushed into the sky from the torrent of azure, smashing it to pieces.

Unscrupulous, unruly, fearless…

Gou Wuyue was in a daze, only to feel that the man had returned.

The thoughts are just such a stay, a golden rays of light blooms from the azure.

Immediately, the sound of the Buddha was in the midst of the sluggishness, and a great Buddha was raised inch by inch in the azure torrent!

“Om Mani Padme Hum…”

The low six-character Sanskrit sound was born from the hearts of the audience, and the speed of speech became faster and faster.

Everyone only felt that their temples were swollen, and their heads seemed to be exploded by this mantra. They turned their eyes away, closed their six senses, and did not dare to face it directly.

However, Gou Wuyue’s eyes widened, staring desperately at the giant Buddha that rose into the clouds for the moment, her eyes filled with disbelief.

“How is it possible…”

“Prohibition of Arms?”

He was dumbfounded.

Under the military prohibition order, how can the eight masters use spiritual skills again?

This style, are you kidding me?

The prohibition on armed forces imposed by Hua Chang Deng in the past is actually useless?

“In the old days, the long lanterns were canonized?”

A black light rose from the sky and stood on top of the Buddha.

The eight masters seemed to know what Gou Wuyue was thinking, and sneered: “I have never been ordained, and the world is a talented person, who can suppress my eight masters?”

The look in the squinting eyes, blatantly and imaginatively…

At this moment, Gou Wuyue looked in a daze, as if a world away.

“Um.”

The painful groans of the white clothed people finally awakened him, and Gou Wuyue came back to his senses.

“Eight masters, are you really going to make a move?”

No reply.

The eight masters standing on the top of the Buddha statue are climbing up in an imposing manner.

Suddenly he raised his eyes, and the sword thoughts in his eyes flashed away.

“puff!”

Gou Wuyue only felt a pain in her chest.

Eight statues are well versed in the dead branches of the fingers, and they still don’t move.

His blood light shot, the whole person was penetrated by sword thoughts, and he was nailed to death on the spot.

“I won’t kill you, just watch it and wait for it.”