I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"It's illusion."

The uncle who pierced Yin Cao's throat with four fingers responded with a smile: "It is not only an illusion technique, but also a sword technique, a sword technique that surpasses the illusion technique of your Flower Fairy Eyes."

fencing?

The onlookers in the field were all shocked.

In my mind, a legendary swordsmanship came to mind...

"Phantom Swordsmanship?"

On the other hand, Baigui said in surprise.

He crossed the different pupils with anger, but found that he could not mobilize the power of the holy blood, shattering this space with the power of nirvana.

now.

Baigui's pair of green and orange overlapping pupils only shocked and stared at another sloppy uncle in front of him inexplicably.

The uncle's **** were holding a drop of unwillingness to restrain, trying to chase freedom of the holy blood.

That is the holy blood he brought out of the Hundred Ghosts!

But.

When was the holy blood stolen?

"Your illusion..."

Facing the shock of the audience, the sloppy uncle only smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing more than that."

As he said, he put the holy blood into the ring with his backhand, pointing to the Yin Cao who was pierced by the other uncle's four fingers on the other side, and asked Hundred Ghosts:

"If I kill him, will you be frightened and give me your position as Master Huang Quan?"

Hundred ghosts' pupils shrank suddenly.

His pupils turned back and forth, looking at the two-divided man in front of him in disbelief, but he was able to control the two uncles at the same time.

What is this ability?

What kind of cultivation is this?

"impossible!"

Hundred ghosts are crazy, he is going crazy, he can't see how the Tao is distributed here, and now he said in shock:

"You don't even have a sword, how can you use magic swordsmanship?"

"Besides, you are not eight masters, phantom swordsmanship, how can you control the two of us at the same time? Can you reach the flower fairy eyes?"

"Laughing to death!" The sloppy uncle's expression was indifferent.

He said that, without a smile, and his expression was cold and serious: "Up to this point, you still doubt my identity?"

"Eight masters, it is impossible to make a sword!" Hundred ghosts roared.

He knows something.

While shouting angrily, Hyakki concealed his true intentions with anger and madness.

But secretly trying to kill this illusion with a cross-different pupil, Hundred Ghosts unexpectedly discovered that this is like reality, it is not like an illusion at all.

The two sloppy uncles in front of you are real people!

"Incarnate outside?"

Hundred ghosts have a deadly heart. Doesn't this mean that the other party is half holy?

But it's not right!

Semi-Holy, why pretend to be eight masters?

Although his hundred ghosts are dragging time, it is true that the eight swords that are said to be incomprehensible!

Hearing this, the sloppy uncle only shook his head slightly and sighed.

"When you are dying, you don't know how you died..."

"My sword is in your heart."

The words are over.

Uncle Sloppy's other hand that was inexplicably ignored by everyone, suddenly appeared in the cognitive picture of everyone.

It is in the heart of Hundred Ghosts!

After a word was settled, the uncle curled his hands into a sword-holding posture, and actually drew a black and white sword with lines from the heart of Hundred Ghosts.

"Uh, ahhh-"

The painful roar instantly resounded through everyone's ears.

The flow of time here seems to have been delayed hundreds of times.

That black and white sword was pulled out a little bit like this.

Everyone can clearly see the gossip and mysterious image on it, and feel the aura of Taoism gathered in the sword body.

"Famous sword!"

Jiang Chaotian exclaimed, "Isn't this the sword of the long life? This is not the sword of Yao Mansion and Yao Ye? Is he the Yao family?"

No one responded.

Everyone was shocked and looked at the scene in front of them inexplicably, listening to the wailing of a hundred ghosts in their ears as powerless to resist.

One cut.

In front of this sloppy uncle, powerlessness became such a situation!

Among the scenes, the storyteller has a panoramic view, and it is unavoidable.

"Phantom Swordsmanship..."

It can be said that in this small world of yin and yang life and death, the only person who can feel the unreality of the current picture is the storyteller.

He has the experience of seeing his brother play the sword, so the storyteller knows.

The sword here is just a tiny epitome of the truly vast magical swordsmanship.

And the moment when the sloppy uncle pulled the Tai Yisheng water sword from the heart of Baigui.

Yin Cao, Hundred Ghosts, in the eyes of everyone at the same time, lost half of their lives.

"died?"

Everyone swallowed.

At this moment, even Xu Xiaoshou felt absurd.

This is ridiculous!

This is nothing short of a slippery world!

Two big cuts, just gone?

This uncle, who is the eight masters, is the one who is the first of the holy slaves, is the counterfeit?

Now Xu Xiaoshou even had such thoughts in his heart.

However.

After slowly wiping the sword, the sloppy uncle after clearing the blood on the Taiyisheng Shuijianjian, only flicked the famous sword with his fingers.

"Keng—"

There was a crisp sound of swords.

Everyone saw the picture in front of him, and it broke again.

Another heavy screen appears.

After clarifying the reality, everyone had scalp tingling again.

I saw the scene in the field, the sloppy uncle didn't move at all, and there was no sword and dust in his hands.

And Yin Cao, like the illusion given to people in his flower fairy eyes, really threw out, and threw himself in front of the sloppy uncle.

At this moment, the two are only a few steps apart.

The uncle did not move.

Yin Cao was sweating profusely, panting, and his face was as white as paper.

He is not dead!

But just as if he looked like the rest of his life after death.

The Hundred Ghosts who were a little behind were not dead yet, and their hands were still holding the posture of taking out the Holy Blood.

However, at this moment, the Holy Blood is no longer.

In the palm of Hundred Ghosts, there was only a small pebble left.

"..."

The audience is quiet.

There was no sound.

At this moment, everyone reacted, and the scene of the death of Yin Cao and a hundred ghosts was the real illusion!

A kind of illusion technique that overwhelms the flower fairy eyes, illusion swordsmanship!

Xu Xiao was shocked.

He could "perceive" a little bit of reality in Huaxian's eyes, but he couldn't see through the sloppy uncle's magic swordsmanship.

Thinking back to this man’s sentence, "It’s nothing more than that," he just felt that this uncle was called a real bunker at the moment.

This is illusion!

…

"Phantom Swordsmanship?"

On the other side, Yin Cao swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty.

He has the frailty of life-threatening, but he doesn't necessarily have future hopes for happiness.

Just looking at the moment, Yin Cao's Huaxian eyes met the uncle's muddy eyes, completely losing color.

Obviously it is a phoenix and a native chicken.

At this moment, the native chicken is better at it!

"Yeah." The uncle just nodded.

"Are you really good at eight?" Yin Cao asked again.

"Yeah." The uncle nodded again.

"..."

Yin Cao couldn't keep asking, and was silent.

The uncle said: "I have died once, so I can answer my question anyway! Huangquan, where is it?"

Yin Cao's heart is weak.

How to fight this?

This person's illusion swordsmanship was so powerful that even Hua Xian's Eye could not resist it.

It turns out that what Master Huang Quan said is true...

It's not that if you have the pupil of the tear family, you can achieve the ultimate goal of slashing, you can be fearless, and even with the holy blood, you can fight against the too virtual.

In this world, there are geniuses.

Some people only practice one move in their life until they reach their peak.

What pupil technique is all vain.

He can break all laws with only one force!

Looking at the sloppy uncle in front of him, Yin Cao still doesn't believe that this person is the eight masters.

But it doesn't matter if it's not eight masters.

Saying that he is one of the Seven Sword Immortals, Yin Cao now feels that this person can be worthy of such a name.

Magic swordsmanship is known as the most difficult technique among the nine swordsmanship.

This person can cultivate to this level, it is terrifying!

"Master Huang Quan..."

Yin Cao pursed his lips, seemingly intending to no longer resist stubbornly, but to tell the location of Master Huang Quan.

Never thought.

In the next second, everyone heard him hiss and exclaimed: "Help me—"

The audience was shocked.

At this moment, even the sloppy uncle was shocked by such a sneer operation, and he couldn't react for a while.

And at the same time.

Hundred Ghosts also exclaimed in the rear as well:

"Master Huang Quan, save me—"

Not only did he make a name taboo, but also brought a trace of grievance and unwillingness to it.

But after all, both of them yelled out.

After the sloppy uncle reacted, his face instantly sullen, and his fingers merged to cut forward, as if he was about to cut Yin Cao's head.

However, at this moment, the void ripples flooded, and the power of time and space suddenly emerged.

A faint golden glow, the two Hades who called for help, rose up.

The uncle slid the sword finger across Yin Cao's throat, as if he had cut to a different-dimensional plane.

Even the hands passed directly through Yin Cao's body.

"The power of time and space?" The sloppy uncle was surprised.

Then he saw that the two of them were swallowed by the black hole under the power of time and space, and their bodies disappeared on the spot.

"Running?" Jiang Chaotian's eyes were torn apart in the rear.

Jiang Shao's three disgusted eyes have not recovered yet.

Hades, both of them ran away?

He immediately bullied himself up, but apart from passing through the original space where Yin Cao was located, he could not even capture even the slightest corner of his clothes.

When he landed, Jiang Chaotian seemed to be dozens of years old.

In this battle, it seems that from beginning to end, his appearance is an extra character.

From the storyteller, to the first eight masters, to the two masters of Yama, to the second eight masters...

No one in the audience put his half-sage Jiang's cut in their eyes!

Even, it can be said that it is ignoring...

Jiang Chaotian feels what's wrong with this world.

When did Zhan Dao's sense of existence become so slim?

But after realizing that he was stuck in the horns, he jumped out of the mental deadlock and thought again, knowing what whirlpool he was in.

Sage slaves, two eight masters, plus two supreme artifacts as the leader of the Hades organization that specializes in the collection of tears...

This is simply not a situation where Jiang Chaotian can intervene.

In other words, the whole Jiang family is the only one who can intervene in this matter.

Except for semi-holy.

The weakest should be too hypocritical!

"Snapped."

Thinking of this, Jiang Chaotian patted his forehead and lowered his eyelids.

He understands the truth.

But what should Jiang Shao do?

This is called Jiang Chaotian, how can he return to Jiang's family and give an explanation?

…

the other side.

"interesting…"

The sloppy uncle touched the space, felt the residual power, and whispered to himself:

"Such a strong power of time, it seems that I have only felt it in the body of the empty hate."

"But he still has the power of spatial attributes..."

"interesting!"

The sloppy uncle murmured, suddenly raised his head, his eyes lighted: "This Huangquan, don't be too powerful!"

He couldn't control the three of Jiang's.

Since the two Hades were rescued in the air, it was unexpected.

At this time, there is only one person who is worthy of the uncle's concern.

"Eight masters?" The uncle turned his head and looked at Xu Xiaoshou amused.

"wait."

Xu Xiaoshou waved at him, went straight to Jiang Qi, and said straightforwardly:

"The three hate pupils are not in my hand, and I don't want to have **** with your semi-saints. I am not an enemy of holy slaves. By nature, I have never taken the initiative to attack."

Jiang Qi was startled, not understanding what the masked man intended.

Xu Xiaoshou said calmly: "Whether you believe it or not, the Yan Wang organization, you can pay attention to it. I believe that you can bring the Sansi Eyes to a junior, you Jiang, and other tears, So...you know."

Say it all here.

Xu Xiaoshou received the voice.

He knew that Jiang Qi was a clever man, so he didn't need to speak too clearly.

The true eight masters will not deliberately engage with a semi-holy one.

but!

It's not guilty of deliberate friendship.

So, he just mentions one thing, that's enough.

Stop talking.

Xu Xiaoshou only turned to look at the storyteller: "Let them go out!"

The storyteller has not yet realized which Xu Xiaoshou is. Xu Xiaoshou can only transmit to him: "I am Xu Xiaoshou."

The current storyteller suddenly released the Jiang family directly into the small world of space and returned them to the Tianqi Forest.

…

Inexplicably, there was a small world of yin and yang life and death. At this moment, Jiang Chaotian knew that he was out of trouble.

But at the same time, he lost all clues!

On the other side, Jiang Qi was immersed in thought.

"What's the meaning?"

At first Jiang Qi thought that the eight masked masters were real, after all, they had been to Tianyangzhuang.

But then the sloppy uncle's magical swordsmanship was too good, she no longer believed that the masked person was the eight masters, and it was possible that the sloppy uncle was the eight masters.

However, the masked person who spoke with her in the end can order the storyteller!

The eight masters know which one is true and which one is false, it doesn't matter at all.

The important thing is that the small world of yin and yang life and death, the only one in the world, is the saint slave storyteller.

In other words, the storyteller in the red skirt is definitely a real person.

The power of space is too rare.

No one can imitate this.

So, the masked man who didn't make a shot in the end is the true eight masters?

But if you want to understand it this way, that fake sloppy uncle has both sword skills and magic sword skills...

"Well!"

Jiang Qi suddenly clutched his head and snorted, feeling a splitting headache.

She is going crazy by herself!

unimportant…

unimportant…

Trying to abandon all of this as much as possible, Jiang Qi turned around and looked at Jiang Chaotian, who had been treating Jiang Shao continuously, and said, "Senior, we may be saved."

"Save?" Jiang Chaotian didn't look back, obviously he didn't answer.

"Um."

Jiang Qi was very sure. When she recalled the words the eight masked men had given her, she suddenly had a very bold and terrifying inference in her heart, saying:

"I don't dare to talk about the semi-sages of the clan, but since the three-wear eyes are so important, why are they so inexplicably lost?"

"Perhaps, this is just a line of my clan's semi-sage?"

Jiang Chaotian's healing action was stagnant, and he looked back calmly, his eyes regained his spirit.

Yes!

Hades, this organization is clearly a huge fish.

Even before the loss of the three eyes, Jiang Chaotian, as Jiang Clan, had a lot of intelligence, but he had never even heard of the name of this organization.

However, Hades has developed to possess the profound injury sword, the soul cut, and two big eyes of tears!

At the moment Jiang Chaotian opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped and looked back at Jiang Shao.

The blood stains in Jiang Xian's eyes have dried up in his arms.

At this time, the eyelashes trembled, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com showed signs of awakening.

"not dead!"

Jiang Chaotian was overjoyed.

Immediately he stopped his mind, turned his head back to Jiang Qi, and said in a solemn voice: "Since he said that he didn't dare to talk about half-sage, don't talk about half-sage."

Jiang Qi nodded: "Yes."

Yes.

White clothes are coming.

You can't discuss it arbitrarily here. Go back and discuss it again.

This matter must be discussed.

As for the current situation, let the identity of the victim be confirmed, let the white clothes be Jiang Shao, and ask for justice!

after all…

Darkness should be conquered by the light!