I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"I have a passive skill ()"!

Boom!

Demonic explosion fog.

When the space crack closed, Xu Xiaoshou, who was holding the straw hat with one hand, could vaguely see Sang Lao who couldn't hold an arrow, and the arrow pierced through it instantly, and then was enveloped by infinite devil energy.

That arrow can break through a non-forged body.

But facing Sang Lao, he failed to completely explode his body.

However, the scary thing about the arrow of the evil bow is not the impact of the blasting form, but the demonization.

There was a light snort.

The space crack is closed.

No matter how hard it is for Xu Xiaoshou to see the follow-up.

He used three days of freezing to completely freeze himself to prevent the spatial shatter current from completely crushing his body.

A red light flashed before his eyes.

"brat……"

The storyteller appeared, holding the ice sculpture with one hand.

At this time, even he couldn't think of joking anymore.

Silently carrying it back, the two of them broke away from the fragmented flow of space, cut in from the other side's void, and stayed away from the battlefield.

As for the second...

The storyteller did not choose to come back.

With his ability, even in the past, he was also sent to death.

After all, even Gou Wuyue, who was headshot by a punch, could not die easily.

Taixu couldn't stand it anymore, he could only protect himself.

Not to mention the Sword Immortal in Taixu!

...

"Quick!"

"Follow up, keep up."

"The sword world has been broken, the battle must end,

At this time, our role will come out. It is necessary to clean up the mess, and we can't be later. "

"My god, I didn't expect the second in command of the Holy Slave to appear. I don't know what the final battle with Senior Wuyue will be like..."

"fart!"

"You don't even need to think about it, it must be that Senior Wuyue completely defeated the Saint Slave, and there are other endings?"

"You know, that's one of the Seven Sword Immortals in the world, the two masters of the Holy God Hall... eh?"

A group of white clothes rushed to the battlefield one after another.

In the discourse and discussion, there is no regret for not being able to watch the battle in person.

After all, that was the battle of Taixu.

Even Zhan Dao tried to get some insights from it, so that if there is any possibility in the future, he can better promote himself and step into the legendary realm.

However, amidst the boiling words, when they arrived at the battlefield, everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak.

Among the crumbling mountains in the distance, a headless corpse slowly floated into the air.

Everyone looked away.

But he saw that the headless corpse was covered in red even though it was in ragged clothes.

But between the remnants of clothes and sleeves, a touch of light blue can be vaguely seen.

Among all the people in the audience, there were people wearing blue clothes, but Wuyue Sword Immortal was the only one!

"this……"

Everyone was horrified.

Wuyue Sword Immortal, was headshot?

"My God, is this the injury caused by the second in command of the Holy Slave?"

"These hills, these ruins, what happened here...?"

"Senior Wuyue, is he still alive?"

No. 33 grabbed the unconscious Cenchov with one hand, and stared at the blue-clothed figure floating in the air in surprise.

He could smell a faint vitality from it.

But if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that Senior Wuyue would be hurt so badly!

Is the second in command of the Holy Slave really that powerful?

"Whoosh!"

In a flash, he immediately appeared beside the headless body.

"Senior Moonless?"

"I...no problem." Gou Wuyue stretched out her hand, preventing him from going forward to help.

No. 33 looked at the broken body whose head strap and neck were missing.

no problem...

He was silent for a while.

"Look!"

Among the white clothes, several noises broke out again.

Everyone looked sideways, only to see a group of black holes that were also black but completely different from the power of the black holes surging in mid-air.

"Demon energy?"

Everyone was surprised.

This devilish energy does not look like the ferocious devilish energy of four swords, but more like a devilish energy that explodes when the seven emotions and six desires in the heart are detonated at the same time.

"who?"

The magic mist shrouded it, and no one could see its appearance.

But according to the judgment, this person is more or less inseparable, so he should be the other party in the battle - the second in command of the holy slave, sleeveless!

"The arrow of the evil bow?"

Among the white clothes, those who have experience have already seen something.

At that time, the arrow piercing through the void could not only be seen by people in the battle situation in the Eight Palaces.

In the entire Eastern Territory, almost everyone whose cultivation base has reached above the throne can glimpse the terrifying power.

Now, Wuxiu's ending like this is nothing more than being shot by the arrow of loving the common people.

"So, Senior Wuyue alone can't take the Holy Slave Wuxiu at all, and needs the help of the common people to shoot an arrow to completely take him down?"

Immediately, You Baiyi began to make up his mind.

The scene is like this, so they can't let them not think too much.

"Shut up!"

No. 33 immediately scolded.

These people think they have lived too long. Senior Wuyue was only shot in the head, and his consciousness has not been completely lost yet!

The people in white were startled, and seemed to realize that each of them had made a mistake, so they all chose to keep their mouths shut.

The power of cyan Taixu entangles.

Gou Wuyue's head grew slowly, and after a pause of half a quarter of an hour, his head was fully grown.

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji..."

With a low moan, Gou Wuyue's eyes were full of thoughts, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He flicked his backhand, let go of the realm, and Yu Zhiwen appeared by his side.

No. 33 was surprised.

This woman may not have been seen by others, but his knowledge base has her information stored.

"Miss Zhiwen."

With a slight bow, No. 33's voice was a little more respectful.

Yu Zhiwen didn't pay attention to it at all, as soon as he appeared, he looked at Gou Wuyue eagerly.

"Where's Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Xu Xiaoshou?" Gou Wuyue was slightly startled.

"Golden giant!" Yu Zhiwen Xing's pupils were full of worry.

Gou Wuyue suddenly understood.

Xiaoshi Tan Ji...

It turned out that it was not his real name.

Could Xu Xiaoshou be a false title for that young man?

"You and him, very familiar?"

Gou Wuyue asked softly.

His gaze caught sight of Sang Qiye who was still screaming and struggling in the void.

The second-in-command of the Holy Slave, who has lost consciousness and only has violent desires, even if his head has not recovered, the "man is the sword" can hold him in place so that he can't make random moves.

"Cooked!"

Yu Zhiwen nodded heavily, and also turned his head to look.

He knew that the arrow of Ai Cangsheng was aimed at Xu Xiaoshou.

I don't know why, but judging from the results...

"He He……"

Yu Zhiwen pointed at the magic mist, his voice trembling, "Are you hit by an arrow?"

Looking at the scene on the 33rd, he already noticed something.

He stepped back silently, and his figure disappeared.

What follows is obviously not something he can listen to.

"not him."

Gou Wuyue shook her head: "It was his master, Sang Qiye, who was hit by the arrow, and the Xu Xiaoshou you mentioned... has left."

Yu Zhiwen's expression froze.

Then, like a sigh of relief, the voice eased down.

"Here?"

She seemed to be mumbling to herself, repeating unconsciously.

Seeing her reaction, Gou Wuyue raised the corners of her lips, took a step forward, and asked, "You two know each other very well, what's the relationship?"

"I……"

Yu Zhiwen suddenly heard the voice, and his ears turned red.

"No, Senior Moonless."

"It's not what you think. I met him in the White Cave. This man is very powerful. I just want...to draw him into the Holy Spirit Hall."

"That's all."

Gou Wuyue smiled slightly: "That's all?"

"Um."

Yu Zhiwen rolled his eyes and looked away.

She saw a group of white clothes, and realized that at this moment, she had already left the White Cave and was in the Eighth Palace.

That is to say, the battle between them has most likely ended.

What I encountered just now was just a scene at the end.

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Gou Wuyue muttered to herself, and didn't pursue the relationship between the two too much.

In other words, his focus on the saint slave, a young man, has suppressed his pure curiosity about the private affairs of the saint in front of him at this moment.

"You said, you met him among the holy slaves, do you know him well?"

"Um."

"How deep?"

Gou Wuyue paused for a while, and added: "You said that you want to win this person into the Holy God Hall, why?"

Xu Xiaoshou's unfocused appearance flashed in Yu Zhiwen's mind, a little anxious.

"This person is very powerful, whether it is potential, strategy, or the skills he has mastered..."

"He's different from everyone I've ever met."

Yu Zhiwen turned his head, looked at Gou Wuyue fixedly, and emphasized: "It is among all the young people I have met in the headquarters."

After a pause, she concluded.

"He is very strong. In time, he will surely be able to reach the height of his predecessors. He must be recruited into the Holy God Hall and into the headquarters."

"Because he is now in the decision period, if one is not good, it is very likely..."

Seeing Gou Wuyue's expression suddenly lost in thought, Yu Zhiwen's voice froze.

"senior?"

My height... Gou Wuyue ignored it and looked straight at the magic mist in midair.

Xu Xiaoshou's performance under Ai Cangsheng's arrow really surprised him.

And this person is not only the disciple of Sang Qiye, but also the training object of the Eight Masters.

What Yu Zhiwen said, Gou Wuyue never underestimated it.

He even felt that with such help, Ruuozhen had grown up for that young man.

"Maybe it's not just my height..."

Thinking in her heart, Gou Wuyue didn't express her thoughts.

He looked at Yu Zhiwen and sighed, "Xiao Yu, you know a lot about that young man, but you seem to have forgotten something."

"ha?"

Yu Zhiwen had red lips, a little confused.

"I already said that."

Gou Wuyue pointed at the devilish air mass, "He, Xu Xiaoshou's master!"

"?"

Yu Zhiwen couldn't react for a while.

Gou Wuyue sighed: "Don't you know that your so-called Xu Xiaoshou has fully joined the Holy Slave?"

Boom.

Yu Zhiwen's heart shrank suddenly.

When she reacted, her face turned pale instantly.

Stiffly, he cast his eyes on the demonic air ball again, and Yu Zhiwen suddenly came to his senses.

Yes.

This is Saint Slave's second in command, sleeveless.

That is to say, this is the vice president of Tiansang Linggong, Sang Lao.

Xu Xiaoshou's master...

In other words, is he really, already a saint slave?

The conclusion that was deduced in the white cave at that time, but was directly denied from the heart, suddenly popped into the mind.

Yu Zhiwen was speechless for a while.

Powerless...

This is her true feeling at the moment.

"It turns out that all of this was doomed a long time ago?"

...

"well."

As a person who has experienced it, how can Gou Wuyue fail to see through the little things in the girl's heart other than righteousness?

But the positions are different and the camps are different.

Some people, some people are destined to be like this, and they cannot be changed.

He didn't say much, nor persuaded.

Yu Zhiwen, as the saint of the Temple of the Holy God, has the highest awareness of the temple, and this little external emotion can't affect his persistence in his heart at all.

With a sigh, he walked towards the demonic air mass.

The endgame should end...

"sword."

One move.

The famous sword Nulan's voice rose from the ground with a "clang" and went straight into the palm of his hand.

Gou Wuyue raised the famous sword high.

"All..."

All the white clothes waited solemnly.

Even No. 33 straightened up.

But Gou Wuyue didn't give the order yet.

Suddenly, an illusory pink and white crabapple bloomed quietly under the demonic air mass in the void.

"Shut up!"

In an instant, many white clothes looked sideways vigilantly.

The crabapple flower is closed from the bottom, as if it wants to quietly carry away the people in the field.

"Dare?!"

Gou Wuyue's heart trembled.

One thing he really didn't expect was that Haitang'er, who had already escaped from birth, would dare to go back and return?

With a shout of anger, the famous sword turned into a cyan light stream and came out of his hand. When the crabapple flower was about to close, it pierced through it completely with a bang, blowing it to fester.

Gou Wuyue's heart was hanging high, she couldn't let it go.

As soon as he stepped up, he jumped to Sang Qiye's side.

With a move on the sleeve robe, Dang even took it back.

After doing all this, he realized that he was covered in cold sweat.

Indeed, the Saint Slave went back and forth this time, and when everyone was most comfortable and tired, even Gou Wuyue was almost inattentive, and someone succeeded.

"fine."

"Fortunately, Sang Qiye couldn't resist..."

In Gou Wuyue's heart, she was grateful that she hadn't had time to fully bloom in the future, and suddenly her thoughts froze, and she realized that something was wrong.

If Begonia goes and comes back again, what about the eight masters?

If the eight masters also returned, how could they not steal Sang Qiye when he was in a trance?

Gou Wuyue's pupils shrank with a chill down her spine, thinking of something.

He turned his head abruptly and looked in the direction of No. 33.

"Yo."

There was a hiss.

"A little slow, is it old, Gou Wuyue?"

Ba Zun's tone was sarcastic, his eyes were cloudy, but full of cold killing intent.

With this sound, the temperature of the audience suddenly dropped.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal?"

"Eight masters!"

Bai Yi exclaimed, full of horror.

At this time, no one would have expected that the person in the legend would actually dare to go and come back!

"Eight Masters..."

No. 33 felt his whole body was a little stiff.

Through the shocking eyes of many white clothes, even if he has no spiritual thoughts, he can think of who the person standing behind him is from the direction of everyone's gaze.

"die!"

With Cenchov still in his hand, No. 33 didn't dare to neglect at all, so he punched him with a backhand, and slammed it out.

"No—"

Gou Wuyue shouted.

But it was too late.

The arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

No. 33 did not dare to expose his back to the man who was only rumored.

When turning over and retreating, a violent punch was about to hit the head.

"Om~"

The void air flow swayed away.

Time, however, seems to be completely slow at this moment.

Out of the corner of No. 33's eyes, he could still see Senior Wuyue's anxious expression accompanied by his exclamation, and he could also see the worried expressions and actions of his white-clothed companions.

And the person in front...

The eight gods are smiling.

The fist was close to the door, and he only had a slight sideways glance.

"laugh!"

No. 33 felt something sharp and sharp being born in his arm, and then saw his right arm flying through the air, completely detached from his body.

"this……"

My heart trembled.

Subconsciously, No. 33 kicked and hit the head with a knee.

But the movements are still extremely slow, not even one ten-thousandth of a turtle's speed!

The eight gods are still smiling.

He lowered his head and narrowed his eyes.

The same tingling was born in the knee.

"laugh!"

With the broken leg empty, he left slowly.

Number thirty-three still wants to struggle and resist.

"well."

Bazun sighed, stepped forward, and stepped on the front of the Begonia flower.

boom!

Everyone in the audience felt that time and space had been delayed to restore order.

But No. 33 in front of him was hacked into pieces and exploded in the interlacing of endless sword thoughts.

A golden energy core was smashed out.

Everyone wanted to support them, but they felt that the speed of time in the world had slowed down again.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Ba Zun holding the small dead branch in his hand, poking and twirling the energy core lightly.

"Snapped!"

The energy core is broken.

Time and space restore order.

Gou Wuyue's footsteps were barely lifted, and Bai Yi's heartbeat had just retreated.

However.

No. 33, gone!

"Bang bang bang..."

The parts of the Tianji puppet smashed to the ground, making a thumping sound.

Cenchov fell to the ground and was swallowed by the crabapple flowers.

Everyone looked at the man standing on the top of the petals, and there was a moment of silence.

He clearly, only the day after tomorrow cultivation base...

He obviously, was so hesitant before, he didn't dare to make a move at all...

But why...

"cough."

Ba Zunwen interrupted everyone's thoughts with a light cough, and the color of his eyes was completely different from that time.

When everyone took a peek, they felt tingling pain in their eyes and a chill in their souls.

That icy killing intent was completely different from before.

"I didn't want to kill..."

The eight deities murmured, and slowly tapped the dead branches in their palms, then looked around, no pity in their eyes, and changed the topic.

"Sang Qiye, you can take it away, anyway, I won't get rid of the evil spirit of loving common people."

There was a pause.

He raised his chest slightly, breathed through the sky, and his words were a little more sullen, and he suppressed all directions.

"But when I come back now, I will kill seven hundred white clothes and practice it for my friends!"

"You can take people away... But, if my friend dies, I will kill you to the temple and scatter osmanthus all over the mountain!"

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