I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Seal the sword?

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

What's this?

But no one explained it to him.

"No no no."

The masked man just shook his head again and again, lightly raised two fingers, and swiped in the void.

The sword finger swam past, and the space was broken.

"Is this a sword seal?" He asked back.

"This is just sword energy." Gou Wuyue's voice was low.

"What about this?"

The masked man took out a huge snow-white sword with his backhand, and swiped it across the void.

This sword energy tore open the space and directly separated the two sides, as if cutting this place into two realms.

Xu Xiaoshou felt a toothache watching from behind.

This is the sword of Su Qianqian, whose tomb is named Chengxue.

This ghost, how dare you take it out?

Oh, he is the Eighth Sword Immortal and the Eighth Master, so it's fine...

Gou Wuyue's eyes narrowed, and she said again: "This is not your sword."

"What about my sword?"

The masked man spread his hands and threw the famous tomb city Xue back into the space ring.

Xu Xiaoshou listened from behind, and was about to pass the four swords in his hand subconsciously, but suddenly found that white sword energy exploded in his body.

He was pinned down by the sword energy!

"Damn Bazunfu, you wait for me, when I become stronger, I will take you down regardless of whether you are Tomb Famous Chengxue or you." Xu Xiaoshou slandered.

The masked man did all this in secret, his expression completely unmoved.

He stared at Gou Wuyue and said: "My sword is in your hand, do you dare to take it and let me try it?"

"Om—"

Nu Lan's voice trembled slightly, and seemed to be a little moved.

Gou Wuyue tightened the sword in her hand, and said in a cold voice: "Don't think I don't know your thoughts, are you going another way?"

"road?"

The masked man smiled softly: "I'm indeed going another way."

As he said, he made a move.

"gone."

After saying that, he took another step forward, regarded Gou Wuyue as air, and handed his back to the other party.

"stop!"

Gou Wuyue roared angrily.

But the masked man was unmoved, and Cenchov and the storyteller followed after seeing this.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly got stuck among the three of them, letting the three big brothers escort him forward.

"Is it really all right?"

Quiet Mimi used "perception" to explore the rear, but Gou Wuyue seemed to be stuck in her footsteps, watching the masked man leave without taking a step.

"It's still big brother's face!"

The storyteller smiled and stepped forward to put his arms around the masked man's shoulders, but the latter's pace hurried, and the storyteller was in vain.

He complained all over his face, "Brother smelly..."

"open!"

Tzenchov took the lead.

The Panxian Ax slashed forward, and a hole was directly split in the cover of the country.

All the white clothes who dodged to the rear were anxious.

Everyone knew that in this situation, if the four saints and slaves really ran away, the consequences would not be easy to bear.

But it's okay if the person in front of you doesn't reveal his identity, once it's revealed...

Eight masters know!

The Eighth Sword Immortal!

Who would dare to step forward to stop him?

"Senior Moonless..."

It wasn't just a kind of holy guard who was present silently whispering.

Even the manipulators of the "National Canopy" hiding in the far corners of the Eighth Palace all stared blankly at the pictures coming from the void.

That's it, let it go?

"Boom boom boom."

It rained wantonly.

The scene was deadly silent.

In a situation where no one dared to act rashly, the masked man took one step at a time, widening the distance from Gou Wuyue behind him.

Under the power of the manipulator in the distance, the barrier light of the Covering Nation Canopy is rapidly repairing.

Kotzenchov struck a hole with his axe.

The attack power that contains the power of Taixu is absolutely not covered.

Without human interference, the holy slave swaggered out from here, while others could only watch with wide-eyed eyes.

"Oh."

Until he passed through the light curtain covering the country, Xu Xiaoshou still couldn't believe it.

This is out?

So Easy?

The desperate fight that was expected in the White Cave did not happen at all.

The masked man revealed his identity as Bazun, and everything was settled?

"?"

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head slowly, not daring to face anyone else, after thinking about it, he still put a question mark on Cenchov, who seemed more amiable.

Tzenchov laughed uncontrollably.

He understood what the young man meant.

Just when he was about to speak, his face froze suddenly.

"careful!"

At the same time, the storyteller moved in front of his brother in a flash, as if he was blocking some great enemy.

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils shrank.

He was the slowest to react.

But "perception" is also the most clearly seen.

I don't know when.

Under the torrential rain, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared on the road ahead.

That tall man was taller than anyone Xu Xiaoshou had ever seen before.

If it wasn't for the fact that this guy had a human skin, Xu Xiaoshou would have thought it was the white skeleton from the White Cave who had come outside.

And the short one on one side...

"Who is this?"

Xu Xiaoshou was completely shocked.

His experience in battles with various bosses in the past told him that he could judge only by the aura of this person, and the person who came was only the throne.

But the mere throne, how dare he take No. 1 person to block the way of the four holy slaves who even Gou Wuyue dared not stop?

"Bang bang bang!"

Bean-sized raindrops hit the ground one by one.

At this time, everyone felt something was wrong.

Since the appearance of the short, youthful throne, the rain in the arena seems to have undergone a qualitative change.

Even Xu Xiaoshou's master body has begun to feel pain.

"Attacked, passive value, +211."

"Being attacked, passive value, +165."

"Attacked, passive value, +198."

"Reverse shock" seems to no longer have the perfect power to resist injuries, and even the role of "toughness" has become negligible.

Under the average of hundreds of bombardments per second, Xu Xiaoshou felt staggering.

He had no choice but to open the spirit shield.

But the protective cover couldn't resist the beating of the rain at all, and it didn't take a moment for the water droplets to blast through it.

"Flying like heavy water!"

The storyteller encounters the same situation on one side.

What is better than Xu Xiaoshou is that the space around him is folded multiple times.

No matter how strong the raindrops are, when they are adjacent to each other, they will be ejected by the force of space on the spot.

"What is Feiruo Heavy Water?"

Not only Xu Xiaoshou had such doubts, but even Cenqiaofu blocked the raindrop attack and asked.

"Lingbu, the master of the profound meaning of the water system, Yu Lingdi!"

The storyteller paused word by word, and told the name of the person who came.

Then his eyes fell on the tall man on the side.

"So, this one should be, the secret puppet?"

Zenchov's pupils shrank suddenly.

He didn't expect that at the last moment, such two characters could be killed.

"You, are you the one who rained in the White Cave?"

Cenchov took a step forward and stopped the three saints and slaves behind them.

"Be careful."

At this time, the storyteller didn't dare to joke anymore, he reminded in a low voice: "The puppet of that day probably has the power of Taixu, and that Yu Lingdi... cut through Taixu!"

"ha?"

When Xu Xiaoshou heard this, his eyeballs popped out immediately.

"Beheaded?"

He repeated the key words in disbelief, wishing the storyteller would say "Sorry, slip of the tongue".

but no.

The storyteller only nodded solemnly: "Although it is said that Tai Xu was killed by other people with the help of others, this guy has indeed ended Tai Xu."

"Even if one person can't take it down, it is an indisputable fact that he can use the throne to cultivate, fall, and even be captured and killed."

"And its legend is far more than that."

"It can't be said that the information I have obtained is limited. This guy has already possessed the strength to kill Tai Xu alone!"

The storyteller is mainly in charge of Zhongyu, so he naturally knows more about Zhongyu's intelligence.

And the more he knew, the more dignified his face became.

Cenchov was also taken aback by his introduction.

He had heard about this guy from the first seat in the White Grotto, but he never thought that a mere throne could have such power.

It's just horrible!

Xu Xiaoshou felt his throat a little dry, "You said he can cut Taixu, is it ordinary Taixu, or..."

"Taixu, are there any ordinary ones?"

The storyteller's rhetorical question choked Xu Xiao so much that he almost had a cerebral infarction.

Is this Nima perverted!

I, Xu Xiaoshou, with my innate cultivation base and the prestige of Ah Jie, managed to behead a throne, which is already pretty good.

Your throne, can you cut Taixu?

He secretly glanced at the masked man in front of him.

Xu Xiaoshou finally understands why there are existences in this world that can kill even the Eighth Sword Immortal.

Dare to love, geniuses are all gathered together, not just me.

The clown is himself alone!

...

"Bang bang bang..."

Large pits exploded on the ground, as if they were smashed out by large hailstones.

But it's not hail, it's rain!

The rain was menacing.

Yu Lingdi stretched out his hand to touch the torrential rain, the raindrops passed through his body, and every drop of rainwater passed through his body, his breath would be more intense.

"Senior Wuyue, isn't this your style?"

He raised his head and looked into the distance with a smile: "The reason why you called me here is to let me witness with your own eyes the departure of your indulgent saint slave?"

"It's okay if you don't let me see it. I saw it. How can I go back and make a business trip?"

"Let me pretend to be invisible?"

Yu Lingdi shook his head in distress: "I can't do this."

"Me too."

No. 33 said in a low voice on the side, and scratched his head with his hand: "His Royal Highness wants me to be an honest child."

Xu Xiaoshou was immediately attracted by the tall man.

No matter how closely the voice imitated, he could still hear the trace of mechanical sound from the tall man's mouth.

"The secret puppet?"

Xu Xiaoshou thought of Ah Jie.

Not surprisingly.

Ah Jie is the first generation, a defective product of Dao Qiongcang.

This guy should be his proudest work...Perfect body?

"How many."

Yu Lingdi withdrew his gaze and landed on Cen Qiaofu who was standing in front of him.

"I won't talk nonsense, let's assign opponents, I will be in charge of one."

He raised a finger, pointing to...

Xu Xiaoshou!

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji?"

Xu Xiaoshou's face darkened instantly.

There are three big bosses here, you just pick soft persimmons?

"Looking at your cultivation base, you can't reach a master, right?"

Yu Lingdi's expression became more amused, "I'm very curious, how did you come out alive with this level of cultivation?"

"From the White Cave, and from the deterrence of Senior Moonless."

He moved his gaze down and stopped at the four swords in Xu Xiaoshou's hand.

With this sword, Senior Wuyue would definitely not let this kid go.

But this guy is still alive at the moment, which has already explained something...

"I'm also curious about how you broke open my 'Flower Fragrance Hometown'."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from afar.

Immediately, Xu Xiaoshou saw a man in white stepping on a crabapple walking towards the sky.

At first glance.

Xu Xiaoshou finally saw the appearance of the so-called senior master after a long absence.

That demeanor like an exiled fairy, coupled with the six-leaf crabapple flower lightly in his hand, is just like a fairy official who does not eat fireworks in the world!

Xu Xiaoshou subconsciously glanced in the direction of the storyteller.

This type should be what he would like, right?

as expected.

When the storyteller saw the person coming, his face flushed red on the spot, and endless brilliance could not stop blooming on his face.

"Brother Haitanger!"

Nourishing——

Xu Xiaoshou's goosebumps immediately stood up.

That delicate voice could make the dead stand up.

etc!

They know each other?

A light flashed in Xu Xiaoshou's mind. Seeing the storyteller's unrealistic excitement, he suddenly realized a key issue.

"Our people?"

He turned to Tzenchov and asked a question.

"Um."

Cen Qiaofu nodded: "Holy Slave Seat Nine, the person in charge of the 'Flower Fragrance Hometown' banned by the Northern Territory Seven, Haitanger."

"hiss!"

North Territory! Seven bans! Seat Nine!

Xu Xiaoshou had never even seen this so-called Haitanger, but just based on those few short adjectives, he could already imagine the strength of the coming person.

This is the background of the holy slave?

If you want to leave, someone will come over to pick you up?

The masked man looked calm.

Seeing Haitang'er who stopped in the sky to prevent the storyteller from jumping up, he frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I won't come, can you handle it?"

Haitang'er paused for a moment, then said: "Going out of here, there are seven hundred holy guards waiting around, even if you pass through the blockade of the seven hundred holy guards..."

He turned his head to look at Yu Lingdi, and said: "The evil bow of Ai Cangsheng is also staring at it."

"oh?"

The masked man frowned, a little surprised, "Isn't he staring at Shen Yi?"

Haitang'er's expression was calm, and she couldn't even see the half joy of reuniting after a long absence.

If it wasn't for the masked man talking to him, outsiders wouldn't even be able to tell that the two knew each other.

He only said coldly: "For a person who can live in the holy mountain of Guizhe, but the whole continent is within his range, what's the difference between staring at one and staring at two?"

The masked man's eyes were filled with surprise again.

"The whole continent?"

"Um."

"You got shot?"

"..."

Haitang'er fell silent suddenly, and the masked man silently lowered his head.

"Everyone is making progress..."

He pondered for a long time, sighed, and finally put his gaze on Yu Lingdi again.

"This friend."

Said step forward.

Xu Xiaoshou looked a little stunned from behind. From the tone of his voice, could it be that these two also know each other?

He is well versed in eight respects, and his face is so big?

What does he want to do?

Unreasonable, but the expected picture reappeared.

The masked man walked straight in front of Yu Lingdi and No. 33 as if nothing had happened, and then stopped.

He said sincerely: "Just now, from the tone of the two of you, there should be some misunderstanding with Haitang'er, but now that I'm here, let me save face, and this matter will be over, how about it?"

Since meeting Xu Xiaoshou, the masked man has discovered a more efficient fighting method than kendo.

Said.

This is a super spiritual skill that can end everything without bloodshed.

Non-thick-skinned people can't use it!

In the past, he boasted that it was impossible to do so.

But at this moment, the masked man feels that he can try everything.

At the very least, he just managed to use a favor to deal with Gou Wuyue who might have caused serious damage to the holy slave.

Yu Lingdi was stunned.

As if he knew the person in front of him again, he asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that Gou Wuyue has given me face. He is your senior. If you don't consider following suit, give it to me too?"