I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"The holy slave?"

After pondering for a long time, Situ Yong felt it necessary to determine the position of the other party and his own.

"Um."

Yu Zhiwen nodded slightly, obviously his thoughts were not here, but in the remote Midtown.

Situyong's teeth clenched, and he tentatively asked: "He is also a younger generation. Among the younger generation, he can have an icon, and he can cultivate with such a level of strength. It seems that it is rare to see?"

Having said this, Situ Yong raised his chest lightly.

He also has an icon, or an icon from the firmament of Master Dao.

As long as he summons the holy image, give enough time to accumulate and let the holy power rise.

What Xu Xiaoshou can do, he can do it too!

I never thought.

Faced with such questions, Yu Zhiwen still stared into the distance without squinting.

"This one alone."

At the moment, Situ Yongren's body was stagnant, and he almost didn't choke.

Xu Xiaoshou was just fighting with the power of the icon.

He also bullied and bullied those who didn't have the Holy Blood and the icon.

Even if it is too weak without holy blood, in fact, as long as the distance and time are increased, the holy power will not be resisted.

Wait until the icon time has passed.

Xu Xiaoshou is nothing more than a chopping board, no matter what a mermaid.

However, the record that the opponent has played right now is really rare among peers.

But those semi-holy heirs who hid in the big clans and haven't appeared in the world may not be able to do so.

For example, he Situ Yongren!

Yu Zhiwen obviously didn't think so much.

What Situ Yong didn't know was that her sigh also combined all the previous performances of the youth in the distance.

After being silent for a long time again, Situ Yongren did not continue to stimulate, but asked the voice to suggest: "Junior sister is so curious, why don't I wait for me to enter the arena with heavenly secret technique, wait close, and wait for the opportunity?"

Yu Zhiwen wanted to nod subconsciously.

Such a proposal was in her arms.

But then I thought about it, and when I got close, if Xu Xiaoshou really exposed a flaw, she would have to fight with Situ Yongren in the dark...

Do not!

The reason is not important.

The important thing is...

When Lu Ke showed the spirit of ghosts and beasts, Xu Xiaoshou looked at him like that when he thought of winning the Dao Wen Chushi in the white cave.

Yu Zhiwen felt that he did not have the right to approach him.

When in the lower veil, Yu Zhiwen pursed his red lips, hesitation flashed in his beautiful eyes, and finally said: "No, we can just look at it from a distance."

Situ Yong was surprised.

He didn't expect that Junior Sister would answer in this way.

This proposal, originally he started from Yu Zhiwen's point of view, it must be right her mind.

In the same way, Situ Yong felt that he needed to observe Xu Xiaoshou's opponent up close.

Maybe in the future, they will have a moment of confrontation...

But Yu Zhiwen directly vetoed it!

To be honest, Situ Yong's heart even had a ray of joy at the time.

But soon he realized that something was wrong.

Your own inference should be correct.

Then Yu Zhiwen's veto could only be due to more other reasons.

Some, that I don’t even know, belong to the story of the two of them...

Click!

Thinking of this, Situ Yong's fists were slightly tight, but he quickly relieved.

"In that case, let's watch it here, brother, let me make preparations, I may need the cooperation of the younger sister later." Situyong's eyes returned to calm.

"Huh?" Yu Zhiwen looked back quickly at this time, obviously this is the blind spot of her thinking, "Prepare? What preparation?"

Situ Yong smiled: "Naturally, it is preparation for dealing with the saint slaves. Shouldn't Junior Sister think that when we come here, we are here to play, and we don't need to contribute half the energy?"

Yu Zhiwen's eyes constricted.

But after only half a breath, she spoke calmly.

"Okay, I will cooperate with you later."

…

Midtown.

Within the battle.

An extremely absurd competition...Yes, it was a competition, a "flying high" competition that was not even a duel. After a few rounds, Rao Yaoyao was already flushed with anger.

With just these few high-flying moves, she felt that even after she became a sword fairy, the world legend she created would be completely shattered.

When a person is doing a very shameful thing, he will unconsciously pay more attention to the sight of outsiders.

If there is no one else, the shame will be reduced a bit.

But if it is really eye-catching, the sense of shame can burst directly!

Rao Yaoyao is like that.

In her spiritual thoughts at this time, she could see the astonishment, shock, and incredible eyes cast by all the spirit refiners who were very concerned about this "war" in the entire Midtown.

This unbelievable nature can't belong to her. Rao Yaoyao can fly higher than Xu Xiaoshou!

It could only be because...

One of the dignified Seven Swordsmen actually played such an immature game with a junior in Zhongcheng District.

"enough!"

When the feeling of shame in his heart was so overwhelming that it could not be added, the Divine Sword of Xuan Cang was still happy to compare with the four swords on the opposite side.

Rao Yaoyao couldn't help it anymore.

With a loud shout, she backhanded the Profound Cang Divine Sword, and then drove into the cold palace of the space ring.

This sword, don't worry about it!

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou flew really high.

He is a little afraid of heights, and generally would not fly to a height where he could barely see the entire outline of the entire Eastern Heavenly King City.

But Sijian likes it, and he is willing to accompany him.

After seeing the opposite Rao Yaoyao unwilling to accompany the Profound Cang Divine Sword, Xu Xiaoshou felt that his pattern suddenly opened up.

"No way, Rao Jianxian~"

"As your favorite sword, it doesn't help you cut people on weekdays, right? But people just have this hobby, don't you accompany them?"

As he said his head tilted, Xu Xiaoshou held the four swords to his chest, stroked it gently, and said softly: "It's not like me..."

"To shut up!"

Rao Yaoyao shouted, trembling with anger.

She was fed up with the disgusting accent on the other side.

What sword~

What hurts~

Is this the successor chosen by the eight defiant and rebellious eight gods back then?

If it hadn't been seen tonight, Rao Yaoyao even felt that this kind of person could grow up to such a big age without being maimed, scrapped, or even killed in the middle of the journey.

"Xu, Xiao, Su..."

Muttering softly every word, Rao Yaoyao was indeed irritated by the young man opposite.

But at her level, getting angry is one thing. If you really decide to do it, emotions can't affect her at all.

Brows lowered.

Immediately afterwards, Rao Yaoyao drew a slender woman's sword—Xingyue Singer—from the cuff sword.

This sword is not a famous sword.

It was just the third-rank spirit sword that Rao Yaoyao comprehended the Sword Intent of the Hou Tian, ​​the elders in the clan were rejoicing, and then rewarded him.

But along the way, these three-rank spirit swords have long been nourished by Rao Yaoyao's reputation, and they have evolved and eventually become first-rank spirit swords.

After Rao Yaoyao was named a sword immortal, he received feedback from the heavens, nourished him, and gained the ability to surpass First Grade.

Not a famous sword, but a famous sword.

Someone asserted that if the famous sword 21 is re-ranked, Xingyue singers will definitely be on the list.

Even if all famous swords must have a strict ranking, the ranking of the stars and moon singers will definitely not be low.

Go to the top ten, or even the top five!

When it is.

As soon as this sword came out, Xu Xiaoshou felt that Rao Yaoyao's temperament had completely changed.

She lost the most basic human emotions and desires, and became extremely sensible and calm.

It seemed that the many things that had been irritated by him just now were all left behind.

this moment.

The Xingyue Singer pulled up in the air, and a faint red mist rose with this slender finger-like sword.

Xu Xiaoshou was in a trance for a while.

"Under control, passive value, +1."

The information bar jumped.

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

Why is this kind of mind control again?

This is absolutely complete, hitting his shortcomings.

Xu Xiaoshou knew that the existence of this sword immortal on the opposite side might immediately see his weaknesses, so he directly applied targeted techniques.

Just when he tried his best to fight against this force that could affect his own spirit, but he was somewhat powerless.

"Pump—"

Behind the icon of Jiulong Burning Ancestor, a magnificent energy was injected into Xu Xiaoreceptor.

Xu Xiaoshou became sober instantly.

But next, seconds.

He felt that he was once again in unreality.

Because at this moment, even if he is sober-minded, he seems to have turned to a third perspective, using a bird's-eye view method, unconsciously measuring the entire world of red dust.

All living beings, bystanders, middle-stage actors...

The evolution of the great world, the end of the spiritual refining road, the birth, aging, sickness and death of human beings...

Tao’s growth, transformation, and even the result...

These flashed past Xu Xiaoshou's mind.

Obviously it was only a moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had experienced a lifetime.

He saw two different endings.

First, the saint slave succeeded, and his ambitions were also displayed. After breaking free from the world's cage, everyone achieved great freedom and real freedom.

The other way is that the saint slave failed decades later and was once again suppressed by the Temple of the Holy Spirit. After the suppression of the saint slave, the dark forces on the mainland finally lost their power to resist, and the world fell into a school of "harmony."

Inexplicably, "Why?"

"Under control, passive value, +1."

The statue of Jiulong Burning Ancestor shook again, and Xu Xiaoshou received feedback from the holy power and finally became sober.

But less than half a millisecond after he was awake, he fell into deep thought again and continued his previous thinking.

"Why?"

"A person's life is nothing more than success or failure, but the end of life is death. Why do you have to live so tired?"

Being in place.

Xu Xiaoshou's soul, on the other hand, seems to have undergone a great experience.

He is like an ordinary man in the world, he suddenly became rich overnight on the road of chasing success, and then lost the meaning of life.

It is also like a seeker gaining eternal life on the long road to eternal life, but after looking at his own body, old age, sickness and death, passed on from generation to generation, the world has been withered and broken, and the vicissitudes of life have evolved, and finally obtained the last eternal loneliness.

Yes.

Lonely.

Except for loneliness and "I", the immortal has nothing.

Fear, spontaneously!

After losing the meaning of chasing life, Xu Xiaoshou's black hair was turning white at a rapid speed.

His face began to grow old.

His body began to decay.

The process of red dust is accelerating, and the scale of life is shrinking.

Xu Xiaoshou, from a young man to an old man in a flash.

Everyone watching the battle in the rear was completely stunned.

Yu Zhiwen was horrified as she couldn't hide her eyes, and when she moved, she started to move forward unconsciously.

"Junior Sister?"

Situ Yongren smiled again and again at the back, and couldn't help being surprised when he saw this.

Yu Zhiwen who heard the sound was already sober, and she instantly understood the positions of both sides.

Can stand to stand.

Sometimes, people's state of mind is not controlled by position.

At this moment, Yuzhi's tenderness was all heartfelt, and he chose to follow his true intentions.

The pattern of heaven on her hand suddenly appeared, and her figure disappeared in place with a swish, rushing into the battle.

"Junior Sister!"

Situ Yong shouted in shock and immediately followed him.

These two people are still too late after all.

Within the battle in Midtown.

Almost at the same time when Rao Yaoyao drew his sword, Mei Si's eyes were stunned.

"Red Sword..."

Among the nine great swordsmanships of ancient swordsmanship, if there is any kind of swordsmanship that can directly lose the ability to chase the meaning of life after World War I, only sentimental swordsmanship.

Love swordsmanship is not a simple relationship between men and women.

It is the various emotions that have been disturbing in the mundane world.

Those who practice this swordsmanship must first go through the red dust, and then walk out of the red dust.

From the most emotional to the sexual, to the too high to forget the emotion, and finally reach the state of "lifelessness".

It's not me, you, or him.

Ruthless, non-existent, non-kind.

This said: Not in the world.

The Red Sword, the Forgetful Sword, and the Sword of Immortality.

This is a way of sentimental swordsmanship, a kind of swordsmanship that can be used to affirm the existence of the entire world, and at the same time, can deny the meaning of the entire world.

The word "love" only lies in "people".

The will of "human" lies in the "heart".

It can be said that as soon as Rao Yaoyaoqing swordsmanship comes out, nothing else is needed.

Only a red sword.

Those who fail to cut the Dao in this world will definitely not be able to pass the "Questioning Heart" level.

Only one kind of mourning sword.

Those who fail to overcome the catastrophe and become too imaginary will certainly not be able to pass the threshold of "forgetfulness".

How long has Xu Xiaoshou been in the dust?

You must be jailed, fall into the sea of ​​red dust and bitterness, and must not be detached!

As expected, Mei Siren sighed.

He has already entered the arena.

At this time, he met Rao Yaoyao and had to choose to shoot.

It's just that Xu Xiaoshou was able to get out of the plight of the stranger by himself some time ago, which was very good.

He Meisi did not take action, and he could argue with the Temple of the Holy Spirit afterwards, get a certain amount of relief, slow down the progress, and add a variable to the chaotic situation that follows.

At this time, he has to set off to save people, and there is really no way out after that.

But it doesn't hurt.

As far as Meisi is concerned, sooner or later is not bad at this time.

Saving lives is the top priority.

But at this time.

Before Mei Siren left, a ridiculous ridicule voice overwhelmed the audience.

"One of the dignified Seven Sword Immortals, actually used the Red Dust Sword to crush a congenital junior? Taixu Zhan Xiantian, the defeat is already shameless, and the sword immortal is still making a move now, holy temple, can you point your face?"

Everyone was shocked by the sound.

Although it was a big battle before, but everyone fought back, the courtesy still had to be given.

The worst, these shameless things will not be exposed by the noise.

But now this voice, it can be said that half of the face is not given to the Temple of the Holy Spirit.

Even speaking like this is tantamount to screaming madly on the face of the Temple of the Holy Spirit, and then spitting!

"Want to run?"

In the long street on the ground, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Wang Dahui suddenly threw his fist into the air.

But the sloppy uncle who retreated to the back, at this moment directly gave up on his opponent in the predicament of illusion swordsmanship, and whistled into the air.

A golden light was shining brightly.

A golden Buddha descended.

"Buddha crossing the red dust, the bitterness will be divided..."

The sloppy uncle's muddy eyes were cold, and pointed down.

Xu Xiao was at a critical juncture, so he couldn't hesitate.

Swipe down with just one sword.

The Big Buddha on the horizon is hacking with sword power, as if to cut the entire red world into two halves.

"Big Buddha Slash!"