I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Gou Wuyue's eyes burst into light, and she held the famous sword in her backhand.

this moment.

Everyone could sense the last gap between the famous sword and the sword fairy, and it finally disappeared!

At least, rapport...

It is the only adjective that everyone present can find between the sword fairy and the sword.

"Eight masters!"

Gou Wuyue holds the sword, her eyes are full of fighting spirit, and her momentum is rising steadily.

"In the past, I didn't know that the White Cave was you, and you brought many people here."

"But you beheaded my subordinates and used them as an excuse to restrict me everywhere."

"The act of tasting the wings reminds me that Yu Lingdi has enlightened me..."

"This battle should be over, at least, you can no longer let you do whatever you want."

With every step he said, he pressed forward step by step, and everyone felt that the atmosphere in the audience was about to be overwhelmed by his momentum.

"Chi Chi..."

"Chi~"

In the realm of Huaxiang's hometown, the coquettish flower buds burst open and turned into powder.

The energy party wanted to feed back, but was crushed on the spot by the sword fairy artistic conception.

Wisps of sword intent rose from thousands of broken flowers.

Don't talk about feeding back.

All the petals in the audience, under Gou Wuyue's momentum at this moment, instantly shattered and withered.

Wherever the sword fairy goes, everything is invincible!

Haitang'er's complexion changed slightly.

There has never been a sword fairy in Qiduanban of the Northern Territory, and he has never seen the power of a sword fairy.

So in this realm, just now he even wanted to let Gou Wuyue use his sword to find out the real upper limit of his own realm.

But now it seems...

Where do you need a sword?

As Gou Wuyue said, his opponent will never be himself.

I am not even one step away from Taixu, no matter how strong the boundary is, if it is to be broken, how can I need the sword of the sword fairy?

One thought is enough!

Gou Wuyue's mind was not on the so-called breaking the boundary at all, even if the people in white were completely trapped, the opponent in his eyes was always only those eight masters.

"You want to kill me?" Ba Zun asked.

"You have really changed..."

Gou Wuyue's eyes were filled with disappointment, he looked at the lonely wine gourd that fell to the ground, and sighed: "I have abandoned my beliefs in the past, lost my will to fight decisively, and I am trying to be humane, pushing left and right..."

"you!"

Gou Wuyue's voice became high: "There is no such thing as the name of the Eight Masters, and there is no soul of the Eight Masters!"

Ba Zunyan smiled slightly, noncommittal.

"The world thinks highly of me, but I am who I am..."

"Zi is not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish, and you are not me, how dare you say that I have no soul of the past?"

"But the Eight Masters of the past would not say such nonsense to the swordsman's invitation to fight!" Gou Wuyue was extremely angry, and Nu Lan's voice pointed at the person in front of him, and the sword intent in the void was ups and downs.

"boom!"

With a bang, Huaxiang's hometown erupted amidst the tumbling sword intent.

The so-called King's Throne Realm, which was a re-enacted version of the Seven Breaks, was like a joke when the Sword Immortal was furious, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The space turned into crystal fragments and cracked, and the boundary collapsed.

"puff!"

Haitang'er was thrown upside down, and when she opened her mouth, blood spurted out against her.

When the blood splattered, the sword energy fluttered.

The sword intent enters the body from thoughts, and it passes through the realm to attack its master, exploding the sword energy on Haitang'er.

"Chi Chi Chi..."

The enraged Gou Wuyue hadn't even fired a sword yet, Haitang'er, who was on the top of the Dao Slash, had already been wounded into a bloody man by the sword intent.

"Brother Haitanger!"

The storyteller yelled in alarm and wanted to fly over.

But just as he was about to move, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

"Sword Qi?"

A solemn look appeared on his face, and the storyteller immediately pinched his fingers into a seal.

But at this time, it was too late for him to return to defense.

The white sword qi that emerged from the sea of ​​qi had been scorching since its birth.

In an instant, if the green seedling grew into a towering ancient tree, it suddenly broke through the sea of ​​qi, and penetrated his entire body up and down.

"Ugh~"

The storyteller straightened his waist and abdomen, and his whole body was lifted into the sky by the sword energy, and a complicated and confused look appeared on his face.

"Pain, pain..."

"Easy~"

Gou Wuyue acted as if she had just made a move,

The famous sword in his hand didn't even move slightly in the direction of the Ba Zunfu, and he murmured:

"Mo Jianshu, Mo Jian!"

The voice of the famous sword Nulan suddenly glowed with a blue luster.

Immediately, under the blade of the sword, a cyan sword shadow appeared vaguely.

Gou Wuyue lightly twirled the hilt of the sword, and the cyan sword shadow followed the circle of Nu Lan's voice and opened a faint trace.

When the tip of the sword was fixed downwards, the shadow of the sword overlapped into the body of the sword, creating long ripples in the void.

"Wu Wei Liu, Dao Cheng Zhang Yi!"

With a soft whoosh, Gou Wuyue just pulled the famous sword backwards, and there was not even much movement.

But the storyteller turned his eyes white, and his whole body trembled violently as if convulsed.

That appearance is even worse than Xu Xiaoshou's drug addiction!

"Uh-"

Under a loud cry.

With Gou Wuyue's famous sword drawn back, the white sword energy that exploded from the storyteller was forcibly pulled back into his body.

Again, these sword qi were pulled away from Gou Wuyue's direction.

"Zizizi!"

The sword energy turned from white to blue, from slow to slow, telling Hui Xiang that Gou Wuyue held the famous sword in his hand.

And as the sword energy shot out of the body, the storyteller's body also trembled like a sieve, and was completely stained red by the dense blood that flowed out along with it.

The cyan sword thread dragged blood, and went straight back into Gou Wuyue's famous sword, and then was swallowed by the cyan sword shadow under the sword body.

The sword shadow became more blurred and dimmed.

"Mo swordsmanship?"

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

Since Gu Qingsan taught Gu Jianxiu's knowledge system in the city lord's mansion last time, he also went to make up some knowledge later.

Even though there are few records in the world about the system of ancient sword repair, there are still some rumors about the famous nine swordsmanship.

Mo Jianshu is one of them.

This kind of swordsmanship is extremely difficult to practice. To get started, one needs to comprehend it with sword intent, and condense it into a half-empty and half-real "Mo Jian", which is the existence of the blue sword shadow.

It can be said.

For most ancient sword cultivators, this initial first step is enough to stump everyone for half their lives.

Because the essence of sword intent is formed, this road itself has the same effect as the formation of sword intent.

How difficult is Jian Nian?

It is self-evident that the eighth sword fairy can only be created, and the difficulty is self-evident.

Therefore, in order to achieve this step, the first step is to have the master's sword intent. This is a condition that can only be met if the swordsmanship qualification and comprehension are superior.

For most people, even if they enter the throne of swordsmanship, they may not even understand the first step of Mo's swordsmanship.

As one of the nine great swordsmanship, Mo Swordsmanship, all subsequent directions are carried out on top of this Mo Swordsmanship.

Without the first step, you can't get the stepping stone to enter the door of Mo Jianshu, and everything that follows is empty talk.

Therefore, Mo Jianshu, known as the most difficult swordsmanship to practice to a certain extent, is basically an ancient swordsman, and would not choose to practice it.

After all, it's too hard!

It never occurred to Xu Xiaoshou that the Wuyue Sword Immortal is proficient in this extremely rare Mo sword technique.

"Mo Jian..."

His eyes focused on the cyan sword shadow.

Xu Xiaoshou understood that the power of Mo Jian was not terrifying!

The presentation of the mental entity between virtual and real can make Mo Jian ignore all physical and mental defenses, but at the same time, when causing damage, it can also add double attacks and different attacks.

Who can stand this?

An ordinary one-style sword spirit possession, a person is a sword, and then the sword spirit is stripped from the human body...

What Gou Wuyue did, Xu Xiaoshou pretended to do the same.

But he doesn't have the self-confidence. With such a little trick, he can hurt the storyteller to that level!

"Old Gou..."

The storyteller's body withered in pieces directly in the void.

On the other side, the avatars who had been blown away before were also swearing out of breath.

But they dare not bully them to get close!

The storyteller also knows that the scariest thing about Mo's swordsmanship is not the long-range damage caused by Qing Mo's sword energy, but the close-up attack.

Outsiders have no way of knowing what kind of explosive damage a sword fairy with absolute attack and cannot be defended will cause!

Gou Wuyue withdrew her eyes from the dying incarnation, and didn't bother to clean up other types of storytellers.

This guy is equally disgusting.

No matter how hard you try, you may not be able to find its body at all.

The incarnation outside the body is too miraculous!

This is clearly a method that only a semi-sage can master. Since the storyteller really knows it, then he shouldn't be the first target he wants to kill.

"You eight masters can attack my valued subordinates, and you can use this as an excuse to force me to draw my sword, but have you ever thought about it?"

Gou Wuyue looked at the person in front of her and said, her voice was full of coldness: "What you value is also worthless in my eyes!"

talking.

With a flick of his sword tip, he drew overlapping cyan sword shadows in the void, pointing at Cenchov!

"Gou Wuyue, have you forgotten, what do you still owe me?" Ba Zun heard the words, his eyes turned cold.

"Public to public, private to private."

Gou Wuyue's Taoist heart is stable, and there is no further disturbance: "My task today is to arrest the holy slave, and I owe you an affair... No matter how bad it is, I can rescue you from the prison of the Holy Spirit Hall at that time." come out."

"You don't want to die?" The eight masters trembled with four fingers and curled up slightly.

Gou Wuyue shifted her gaze and noticed the opponent's small movements.

The corner of his lips curled up, as if smiling.

"Bazun Fan, if the path you choose is to seal the sword, at this moment, do you think I will trust you...can you draw the sword?"

After saying that, Gou Wuyue tapped her toes and floated leisurely by the side of the eight deities.

He didn't even have half a point of defense, so he stabbed Cenchov with his sword.

"Haitang'er, escort the first seat and leave first."

"The old man has broken the empress!"

Cenchov shouted loudly, and charged forward with an axe.

Lift the ax to the sky.

Facing Gou Wuyue who came with a sword first, he didn't have any fear in his eyes, and smashed Huashan with all his strength.

Sword Immortal, to put it bluntly, is the realm of Taixu.

Even if it is said to be a god by the world, it is just Tai Xu with a bit stronger attack power, that's all.

As for being too empty...

He Tzenchov is not afraid of anyone!

After all, there are not many Taixus of his age in this world.

In his eyes, this Gou Wuyue is just a great-grandson!

"Panxian axe, yin and yang cut dawn!"

The sky was cut from light to darkness with one axe.

It was difficult for the onlookers in the audience to distinguish the situation in the field at once.

But the darkness only lasted for less than a moment, and a golden light suddenly flashed, from bottom to top, breaking into the clouds.

"This is……"

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to see a golden ladder rising from the sky.

The phantoms of the ladders going up layer by layer are several feet high at the first step, connecting the sky in the darkness, as if you can step into the fairy garden through this.

"Pick the ladder!"

There was a sudden explosion in the crowd, and someone in white immediately became excited, "It's Senior Wuyue's way of picking ladders!"

"Uh, this is..."

Some people are excited, while others are puzzled.

"Stupid, you don't even know the 'ladder-picking style'? No wonder you only have a saber, not a real swordsman."

"Listen well, there is a super-forbidden place in Guizhe Sacred Mountain in our headquarters, it's called 'Ladder to Heaven', do you know that?"

"uh-huh?"

"The sky ladder connects to the God Realm, but likewise, it also has the pressure of divine power."

"Even the throne in that place is difficult to walk, and even Zhan Dao may not be able to walk many steps."

"At least, even if you want to walk, you are still walking in the world, and everyone can witness it."

"But at that time, when he first entered the realm of the sword fairy, Senior Wuyue went to the ladder to climb up and sharpen it. He even created a style of "lifting the ladder". boundary."

"No one knows where he went in the end, because that may be where the gods are."

"It can be 'ladder picking', but it has been passed down for a long time!"

Bai Yi chatted enthusiastically, and Xu Xiaoshou was fascinated by hearing it.

But soon, he was attracted by the war situation again.

After all, he was one of the few people present who could see half of the battle scene in this darkness.

I saw Cen Qiaofu's ax that reversed the laws of nature, under Gou Wuyue's light sword "picking up the ladder", Wanli was turned, just like the weight of the ladder was picked up and turned back.

The momentum of Tai Chi is backhanded.

The moment the golden ladder climbed up, Cenchov completely lost control of his strength, his body and the Immortal Coiled Ax were thrown away at the same time, and he couldn't even hold his weapon for a moment.

One formula was broken.

The way of heaven returns to normal, and the light returns.

Everyone immediately looked sideways, only to see Gou Wuyue lightly strike with a sword.

"pistol!"

A black silk thread opened in the void.

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils shrank.

point!

He may not know the "ladder-picking style".

But the "point of the way" in the three thousand swordsmanship, he has personally experienced it on Gu Qingsan.

At that time, that guy couldn't restrain his strength, and the thick and thin strokes of the bucket were enough to blow him away.

Now……

Gou Wuyue pointed out that if it wasn't for his "perception" to penetrate into the details, Xu Xiaoshou wouldn't even be able to observe the appearance of that trace of lines.

How many years of skill is contained in this freehand brushstroke and touch!

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

The fighting and killing of the innate strong is always earth-shattering and powerful.

You can watch the battle of Taixu...

Either Yu Lingdi was crushed with one move, or Gou Wuyue smashed the enemy with two swords.

This, really is called a moisturizing thing silently!

Sure enough, in the battle of the weak, there is loud thunder and little rain.

The battle of the strong is unpredictable in an instant, and the storm changes again!

No surprises.

Cenchov couldn't control his figure that was lifted into the air, and amidst the shocking expression change, he suddenly felt a pain between his brows.

In the next second, his entire head exploded.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the explosion of Cenchov's head, there is also a whole square of void in a radius of several miles.

Gou Wuyue slowly withdrew his sword.

The fragments that exploded in the void had already been strung together in advance by Qing Mo's sword energy in the dark, and with the movement of retracting the sword, they were returned one after another.

fried days.

Make up for the sky again!

A person of quality will not leave battle garbage at the battle scene.

The power that has been grasped so wonderfully is even more as if it has gone through multiple calculations.

I saw Qingmo's sword energy flowing back, and at the same time it mended the sky, it jumped straight into the body of Cen Qiaofu who was about to explode the power of Taixu and wanted to escape.

Then he pulled his body and pulled back at the speed of light in the direction where Gou Wuyue withdrew his sword.

Gou Wuyue turned around and looked at the eight masters, her expression calm and calm.

He turned the famous sword in his hand, pulling away multiple cyan afterimages in mid-air, and then lifted it upside down, with the body of the sword under his elbow and the tip of the sword backward.

"Chi Chi Chi..."

Qing Mo's sword energy flowed back into Nu Lan's voice, and Cen Qiaofu's body was brought behind Gou Wuyue.

"How about this sword?"

Gou Wuyue still stared at Bazun Fan, asked softly, and leaned back.

"laugh!"

This depends.

The tip of the famous sword was sent into the heart of Cenchov's headless body.