Fantasy: All my skills are passive

The morning sun shines on the training ground.

Fan Jian couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

At this moment, he, Yun Tianye, and Lou Changkong stood side by side, surrounded by the cheering Qingmu Sect's 5,000 disciples.

Facing them were the Tenth Pavilion Elders.

Elder Dugu raised his hand and waved, and everyone suddenly quieted down.

"Two days of selection, everyone has seen it, the three people standing on the field now are the three strongest people in this Qingmu Sect! Tell me their names!"

"Lou Changkong!"

"Yun Tianye!"

"Fan Jian!"

"Being insulted, the small value is +146."

"..."

Fan Jian rolled his eyes, you 146 people remember this!

"Next, it's the finals! One-on-one, after the first place is decided, the second and third places will be decided!"

"The top three will be taught one of the four Tiandi Xuanxin techniques by the cabinet elders."

"And the first place in this competition, in addition to obtaining one of the four Tiandi Xuanxin techniques, will also be qualified to have a human-level top-grade weapon tailored by the Lingge Pavilion Elder Tie! All expenses will be borne by the sect!"

"Now, start drawing lots!"

As soon as the voice fell, Elder Dugu jumped in front of the three people, holding three wooden sticks in his hand.

"Who will draw first?"

Yun Tianye took one immediately after hearing the words, and then Lou Changkong also took one.

Fan Jian looked at the remaining one and shrugged and said.

"Thank you!"

Elder Dugu smiled and shook his head, opened the wooden stick and saw the word "bye" written on it.

This game, Yun Tianye will face Lou Changkong.

Fan Jian moved a chair and sat under the elders' seat, holding a bag of fried green beans in his hand, watching the two people standing face to face.

At this time, everyone could not help but get nervous.

In addition to Fan Jian, the dark horse, the most anticipated battle in this inner door assessment was this sword duel.

There have been many different opinions about who is stronger between the two.

In terms of hard power, Yun Tianye is a first-grade spirit, the sixth level of the Overlord Art, and the twenty-four solar terms sword technique is extremely proficient. Among them, the best is the Jingzhe sword, which moves like thunder.

Lou Changkong is also a first-grade spirit, and the Three Thousand Sorrows Art has reached the fifth level. The sword art of cutting love threads is as if assisted by God with his peaceful sword heart, and his best sword is also as shocking as a swimming dragon.

Moreover, Lou Changkong wins in weapons.

But at this time, Yun Tianye's sword is no longer an ordinary one.

Duanjiang, a human-level top-grade weapon, is the sword of Elder Dugu. The sword weighs 21 pounds and 7 ounces, and the blade is three feet and seven inches long.

Before the referee shouted to start, the atmosphere on the field was already tense.

"The game begins!"

As soon as the words fell, Yun Tianye rushed to attack.

The two had fought several times, both enemies and friends, and there was no need for any words between them.

"Dashu!"

Yun Tianye held the knife in one hand, approached Lou Changkong, turned around and chopped, and the surging knife energy surged dozens of meters, slashing towards Lou Changkong head-on.

Dashu's knife, the move is as its name, the surging knife force is like the scorching sun burning the heart, everything is invincible.

But Lou Changkong moved his feet, his long robe spread out, and flew away like a kite. It was the body movement in the sword art of cutting love, and the love moved without a trace.

This flutter dissolved Yun Tianye's knife, and then he lightly tapped his toes, and his body flew back as if being pulled by a kite line, and the long sword Xinghe was unsheathed, and the sword stabbed Yun Tianye flatly.

This sword seemed ordinary, but Yun Tianye did not dare to neglect it, and turned the knife to block in front of him.

When the swords touched, an astonishing momentum suddenly erupted, turning into a wave of air that rushed out, raising clouds of dust and scattering them all around.

Fan Jian was sitting on the sidelines eating fried green beans, and was immediately covered in dust, so he quickly left the training ground.

"What a good move, Love and Hate for Three Autumns!" said Elder Tie.

Elder Shen shook his head and said.

"This sword of Love and Hate for Three Autumns, he used seven parts of strength and three parts of softness, focusing on the word hate. Hate is born from love, so this sword should be three parts of strength and seven parts of softness! Changkong is good at everything, but he has never been in love. Without love, how can you understand the true taste of three thousand sorrows and cutting off love!"

Fan Jian heard it clearly in the audience, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

So if you have to be a dog to practice this sword technique, what's the point of practicing it?

Just as he was thinking, he saw another change on the stage. Yun Tianye's sword suddenly showed a chill, causing the air coming out of his mouth to turn pale.

Lou Changkong immediately pulled back when he saw this.

Before Lou Changkong landed, he saw Yun Tianye's long sword circling around him. The sword energy was emitting a biting cold air, and instantly covered the area of ​​nearly 100 meters around him with a burst of frost.

Lou Changkong was in the frost, but he was not afraid. He swept the sword body, and the sword energy surged out, and it actually swept away the cold air like the scorching sun.

"Wow! Ice and fire!"

Fan Jian was so surprised that he even forgot to chew the fried green beans in his mouth.

The battle between the two people was simply full of special effects.

The 24 solar terms sword has two styles, one cold and one hot in winter.

The sword art of cutting love threads also has the corresponding feelings of separation and tenderness.

The two of them fought back and forth, and they were fighting hard.

The disciples present did not even dare to blink, fearing to miss any good scene.

The two fought for a while, and then started fighting hand-to-hand.

Duan Jiang was extremely domineering.

The spring-style sword technique was dense as spring rain, one sword after another, endless.

The autumn-style sword technique was solemn and broken, and the sword was vigorous and powerful, with full lethality.

Xinghe was gentle and elegant.

The sword of love is sometimes peaceful and gentle, sometimes passionate and fierce, sometimes violent and impulsive, and sometimes calm and meticulous.

Just like a man and a woman in love, they move their swords according to their feelings, and each sword points directly to their hearts.

The two of them exchanged more than a hundred moves in a row, and then each of them retreated more than ten steps, resting and waiting for a better opportunity to attack.

At this time, Lou Changkong said.

"Brother Yun, your moves are comparable to mine. If we continue to fight like this, it will be difficult to tell who will win tomorrow. How about deciding the outcome with one move?"

"That's exactly what I want!"

The two said, and stood at both ends of the ring.

Yun Tianye held the sword with one hand and supported the back of the sword with the other hand. The long sword was horizontal in front of him, revealing only his eyes, like a hibernating sting in the ground.

Lou Changkong flicked the long sword lightly, muttering to himself, as if he was talking to the sword, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling.

Finally, the momentum of the two men reached the highest peak, and the dust around them swirled and ran, just like two whirlwinds rising from the ground.

"Mo... Moko Wuliang?"

Fan Jian looked at the scene in surprise, and couldn't help but think of a sword-and-sword combination move from a high-level martial arts plane.

Then a thunder flashed, and Yun Tianye moved with the thunder, like a lightning, and went straight to Lou Changkong.

"Jingzhe Yidao!"

Lou Changkong stabbed straight with his long sword, but there was a little light on the sword body, like a tear mark, just like a confession of his heart, and then the tears flowed.

"A sword asks about love."

When the swords touched, the dust on the parade ground flew several meters straight, just like a sandstorm turned into a building.

The huge parade ground was completely covered by the dust at this time, and nothing could be seen.

Fan Jian was so surprised that the fried green beans fell to the ground.

What is the real strength of these two people?

So the previous battles were all a joke?

Where does the thick soil come from in this training ground?