I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"Space, I can't stop it..."

In the red clothes, Xin turned around and said, feeling a little astringent in his throat.

He is not afraid of the power of these young people.

It's just that I was frightened by the throne-level movements made by this group of young master-level young people.

It is not bad to meet a genius of this kind who can step up challenges in the past.

But right now, one after another, one is stronger than the other.

He Yuxing who can wield the "Four Swords", Gu Qingsan who can incarnate the Hanging Sword, and the swordsman who can cut the sky and the earth with a two-finger sword width out of its scabbard...

"This is not right!"

"By the way, does this count as a leap? It's clearly a move across a whole realm, Grandmaster, comparable to the throne?"

His gaze settled on the swordsman, and Xin's eyes became even more bewildered.

This is definitely more than comparable.

Just with the sword just now, ordinary thrones are not enough to kill him, okay?

"Ask a few people to strengthen the protection, use some energy to stabilize the space in Lijian Grassland, and try not to break it again."

Lan Ling was expressionless.

Knowing that all this was just the beginning, she turned her head and said, "Miss Zhiwen, I may trouble you."

"Should have penetrated the Fengtian formation, right? You can use it to temporarily protect this space."

Originally, if Ruuoyu knew that Wen would not come, the responsibility for manipulating the spirit array would fall on her.

But now there are alternatives.

Although this girl's cultivation base is not high, her understanding of the way of the spirit array is no less than her own.

After someone resisted this task, Lan Ling was able to escape naturally.

After all, if you want to manipulate the "Thirty-Six Heavens Sealing Wuzhen" and command the actions of the entire red-clothed team...

She can be busy.

But the way of thinking is definitely not as clear as directing alone at the moment.

"Can."

Yu Zhiwen nodded slightly.

She wasn't good at fighting head-on.

And the "Thirty-six Heavenly Sealed Wu Formation" originally belonged to the Heavenly Secret Formation, so it was a rare experience to have this opportunity to leave the battlefield, to comprehend and adjust the large formation at the same time.

"Remember to call me when you can't support it, don't hurt yourself." Lan Ling saw that Yu Zhiwen was dripping with sweat, and instructed.

"Um."

...

"There are four swords" landed.

The scene was stalemate for less than a few breaths before it was broken.

Gu Qingsan, who re-formed into a human form in mid-air, flew down and pointed his fierce sword at the ground.

But at this time.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Sifang Biao shot several figures at the same time.

In the underground pit, Xu Xiaoshou held down the little junior sister who was standing up in surprise, and froze the excitement in the girl's eyes.

He looked at "There are Four Swords" which was only a few feet away, but couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"Stay for me."

"Master!" Mu Zixi was anxious, "But the 'four swords' are right in front of you..."

"Shut up."

How could Xu Xiaoshou fail to see "There are four swords" right in front of his eyes?

But the more this time, the more he has to resist the temptation.

Look, who are the people who rushed out all of a sudden?

Gu Qingsan, He Yuxing, the unhappy little monk, two lines of tears...

All of them are young people.

Obviously, Hong Yi's words hit the hearts of these guys.

If it is possible to avoid greater conflicts, in the name of the White Cave practitioners, the "Four Swords" will be brought out in a legitimate manner.

Even the storyteller might not stop this operation.

After all, if he succeeds, he doesn't need to go out.

And later, if the red clothes are to destroy the promise...

That would be ruined.

Things are supposed to be planned for the worst.

It is a normal result for the red clothes to destroy the promise and the storyteller to come out again.

And if they can keep their promises, wouldn't they make a lot of money?

Xu Xiaoshou can fully empathize with the psychology of these people.

The only thing that kept him from acting rationally was that there were no representatives of ghosts and beasts among the people who rushed out.

"Perception" turn.

Xin Gugu was hiding not far away.

Obviously, if he wants to grab the sword, this distance is nothing.

But this guy is the throne.

Once he rushed out, not to mention the identity of the stowaway, there was one of him on the arrest warrant that was just scattered in the letter.

When the time comes, it will definitely trigger the madness in red.

"Can't move, 'Xuyue Gray Palace' hasn't made a move yet, so they must have some confidence."

"Going out at this time is still hitting the gun!"

Boom!

While thinking, the ground suddenly shook.

The first to jump to the front of "There are four swords" was not Gu Qingsan who fell from the sky, but the little monk Bule who was closest to the fierce sword on the ground.

"Hee hee hee, that poor monk is welcome~"

Bu Le smirked at the sky with a smirk, freed up the right hand of Buddha's brilliance, and grasped the hilt of "There are four swords".

"boom!"

The ground trembled suddenly, and the black magic energy waved away.

At the same time, the magic pattern crawled along the palm to the whole right arm of the little monk Bule.

But this guy's head was very tight, and between grins, the golden "will power" suddenly rushed to his right arm, directly pressing the magic pressure to his elbow.

"Shuzi dare you?"

A roar that Gu Qingsan snatched from the void made Xu Xiaoshou who was in the ground dizzy.

Where did this guy learn this sentence?

"ah--"

The little monk didn't care about it, and with the sound of hissing with all his strength, he drew out "There are four swords."

Immediately, he slashed at Gu Qing who was roaring towards the sky.

"call out!"

In an instant, a magnificent black sword energy was swung out.

Gu Qing's face turned green.

He didn't expect that the "Four Swords" that he worked so hard to knock down would be taken by others first.

"Little brat, kill me!"

Roaring all over, Gu Qingsan pierced through the black sword energy when his body was swaying, and with two fingers together, he stabbed straight down from the sky.

"Useless?"

Bu Le felt the stark contrast between the powerful force in his hand and Gu Qingsan's unscathed, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Go away go away!"

"Let the poor monk alone bear this fierce sword."

"I don't go to hell, who goes to hell?"

He babbled and picked up the black sword, which was taller than a person, and slashed passionately in all directions.

In an instant, dozens of fierce sword qi slashed from the center, and some even tore through the ground directly, and just slashed across Xu Xiaoshou's head.

"This little thing..."

Xu Xiaoshou was furious.

There is no doubt that such a messy swordplay...

No, the little monk couldn't call it swordsmanship at all, he just slashed randomly with a black sword.

But it has to be said that under such circumstances, his attack was indeed very effective.

Not everyone has the "Perfect Swordsmanship" and mastered the "No Swordsmanship" like Gu Qingsan.

Facing the oncoming black sword energy, even Lei Shuangxing and the others had to avoid the sharp edge temporarily.

for a while.

After being slashed with affection, the only remaining enemy in Bule is Gu Qingsan who fell from the sky.

"A fingering that fell from the sky?"

The little monk knew that the "four swords" he issued could not hurt Gu Qing at all.

Immediately, he thrust his sword into the ground, made a seal with his two fingers, and raised his head furiously.

"Little angry-eyed Buddha!"

Gold masterpiece.

With an order, the Buddha's light on Bu Le's body was shining brightly, and a phantom of a three-foot-tall Buddha statue instantly condensed.

Xu Xiao was taken aback.

This phantom was not as spectacular as the phantom he had seen that day.

But the power is completely under the control of the little monk Bule.

"Edict!"

The little monk divided his fingers, one pointing to the sky and the other pointing to the ground.

Amidst the bang, the phantom of the angry-eyed Buddha exploded with golden lights, directly shattering this space.

"I go!"

Gu Qingsan was startled.

He can become nothingness.

But the space is broken, if it continues to go down, the current "Zhi Jian Dao Body" can't hold the space broken at all.

"Good sense!"

Couldn't help turning over in the void and marveling, Gu Qingsan wanted to make a move, but heard the "four swords" buzzing beside Bu Le.

"Um?"

The little monk also turned his head to look.

However, He Yuxing, the only one who had been in contact with "There are four swords", was already standing tens of feet away, even though his body was covered in blood, and began to summon the fierce sword with his sword intent.

"call out!"

Compared with the Buddha's light, which is naturally restrained, the "four swords" and other most ominous things immediately responded to the call and rushed towards He Yuxing's direction.

"Hey, my sword!"

Bu Le suddenly became anxious, and the phantom of the Buddha did not dare to close it, and stepped out of the broken space in one step.

"Hey, your sword? Are you kidding me!"

He Yuxing sneered, and held the "Four Swords" flying towards him with one hand.

Compared with the sword cultivators present, he has an advantage that cannot be concealed, that is, he has touched the fierce sword.

In the case of the same root origin, you can use the sword intent to slightly guide the direction of "there are four swords".

"Sorry, this sword still belongs to me..."

Before the words finished, He Yuxing felt a chill down his spine.

"despair."

"despair."

There was a soft sound behind him.

He looked back in horror, only to see a blind man with an extremely ugly appearance and very vague facial features standing in front of him.

And the needle-like sword in his hand, at this moment, was in front of his throat.

"when……"

He Yuxing's pupils shrank in disbelief.

His spiritual thoughts immediately swept to the back.

And the location where this guy had appeared at that time has faded into a phantom at this moment, gradually disillusioned.

illusion?

"Gulu!"

I knew I couldn't swallow my saliva at this time.

But the Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, and a slender bloodstain on He Yuxing's neck was pulled away.

"Sorry, it's not an illusion."

The rustling voice of two lines of tears sounded, "The sword is not yours either."

Gently loosen your right arm forward.

"Boom!"

Tens of feet away behind He Yuxing, the abrupt rubble exploded.

Everyone's eyes were taken over instantly, thinking that something happened over there.

But in an instant, everyone realized something was wrong, and immediately turned their heads to look back.

After the sound, He Yuxing let out a muffled groan, with a face full of disbelief, and was thrown backwards by the shock.

At its throat, there is a horrible blood hole, and blood is gurgling.

"hiss."

This time, the whole audience was dead silent.

"Phantom Sword Technique?"

Gu Qinger looked at the elder brother in surprise.

The original body of the blind man, who was so lifelike that he had been fooled just now, turned out to be a phantom condensed by phantom swordsmanship?

"Um."

Gu Qing nodded slightly.

"It's so strong, now the junior brother has an opponent."

Gu Qinger was shocked.

As the most difficult swordsmanship among the nine swordsmanship, his understanding of phantom swordsmanship is only superficial.

In the entire Jianjian Tomb, the only person who has inherited this sword technique is the elder brother in front of him.

And that blind man can do such a thing?

"It's not just the phantom sword technique, his sword..." Gu Qinger hesitated, "A little bit?"

Gu Qing nodded silently.

Gu Qing'er was startled again.

Where is this swordsman from?

The little-known... Sanyue Immortal City, is there such a character?

While still thinking, Gu Qingyi said:

"It's not just a little bit..."

"In the three thousand swordsmanship, he has basically mastered the Tou Dao, the Shu Dao, and even the Zhen Dao."

"This ancient sword cultivator is very strong. Even if you go, you may not be his opponent."

Gu Qing'er immediately turned pale.

With so many kendos, he is still a pinnacle sword sect.

This guy, which rock jumped out?

In this world, is there any place where such a monster-like ancient sword cultivator can be cultivated?

...

"My mother!"

Xu Xiaoshou, who was hiding in the dark, was shocked.

This seems to be the first time he has seen the strength of swordsmanship displayed by Lei Shuangxing without using treasures to fight against the enemy?

But this is too strong!

He hadn't even been able to see clearly how to use that sword just now.

Just give it away so easily, and people will wear it?

It's fine if you wear it, but there is also a hundred-step piercing... No, hundreds of steps piercing?

Looking at the gigantic boulder that exploded tens of feet away, I'm afraid that if my master's body stepped forward to withstand the sword, a big hole would also be pierced out!

"What the hell, how can I get these 'four swords'?"

"They're all monsters, go!"

"Ma Ma, I want to go home..."

...

"Is it off?"

Tears lined up and tilted his head, listening to something.

After a long time, he frowned.

He knew that at the critical moment, He Yuxing tilted his head and took half of his life back from this mortal sword.

However, the suppressing power of the Three Thousand Swordsmanship is even more terrifying than the pure power of heaven.

That guy should have completely withdrawn from the "Four Swords" competition.

really.

He Yuxing, who slammed to the ground, clutched his throat desperately, unable to speak a word.

The spiritual energy in his body was running wildly, just trying to suppress the injury.

But at the wound, the condensed and compressed terrifying sword intent was the most lethal thing he had ever seen, except for the "four swords".

Like a maggot on a tarsal bone, the sword intent is not only agitated but also indestructible.

He was stuck in the throat pipe like he was not dying, forcing him to think about other things without even half of his strength.

"despair."

"despair."

The frightening sound came out again, and He Yuxing trembled, his face pale as paper.

He finally understood.

No matter how talented the sword sect from a small place like myself is, it is only compared to a mere county.

Just now, the Hanging Sword, the swordsman who was unsheathed two fingers wide, and the person in front of him...

They are both sword sects, but the gap is vast.

He didn't even know what kind of sword skill the sword pierced through him, and how could he talk about fighting against the enemy?

The difference between cloud and mud is a world of difference!

No solution.

There is no solution at all!

He Yuxing couldn't help shaking violently when he heard the "click" sound in his ears.

This voice, like the pacing of a god of death, approached him step by step, but he... was powerless!

"despair."

The voice finally stopped in front of him.

In the blurred vision, it was vaguely visible that the blind man stretched out his hand slowly, as if he was about to grab it at his throat.

He Yuxing closed his eyes in despair.

Sorry, Fairy Lan, to disappoint you...

"Keng--"

A sword cry sounded beside him.

He Yuxing's eyelashes trembled and slowly opened.

While the audience was watching, Tearful Shuangxing "had four swords" in his left hand and "drawing a wand" in his right hand, and slowly raised his head.

they're looking at me...

Lei Shuangxing held two swords, as if savoring something.

After more than ten years, he finally appeared in front of the Holy Spirit Hall again.

But, my world is already dark...