I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Feng Jian?

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

what is this?

But no one explained to him.

"No, no, no."

The masked man only shook his head again and again, raised **** lightly, and swiped in the void.

The sword finger swam past, the space was broken.

"Is this a Fengjian?" he asked back.

"This is just Jian Qi." Gou Wuyue's voice was low.

"What about this?"

The masked man took out a snow-white giant sword with his backhand and swiped in the void.

This sword energy tore open the space, directly separating the two sides, as if cutting this place into two circles.

Xu Xiaoshou had a toothache from behind.

This is the sword of Su Qianqian, the famous tomb of Chengxue.

This ghost, why did you take it out with embarrassment?

Oh, he is the Eighth Sword Immortal, and he is the Eighth Master, then it's okay...

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

"What about my sword?"

The masked man spread his hands and threw the tomb name Chengxue back into the space ring.

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

He was nailed by Jian Qi!

"The eight **** masters, you wait for me, when I become stronger, whether you are the tomb name Chengxue or you, take them all down." Xu Xiaoshou slandered.

The masked man had done 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 shook slightly, seemingly moved.

Gou Wuyue squeezed her sword tightly, and said coldly: "Don't think I don't know what you think, you are going another way?"

"road?"

The masked man chuckled softly: "I am indeed going another way."

As he said, he made a move.

"gone."

After speaking, he took another step forward, treating Gou Wuyue as air, and handing his back to the opponent.

"stop!"

Gou Wuyue roared.

But the masked man was unmoved, Cenjov and the storyteller saw this and followed again.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly got stuck among the three, letting these three big men **** him forward.

"Does it really matter?"

Quiet Mimi probed the rear with "perception", but Gou Wuyue seemed to be really stuck in her footsteps, watching the masked man leave, unable to take a step.

"Brother still has a lot of face!"

The storyteller stepped forward with a smile and was about to put the masked man on the shoulder, but when the latter stepped in a hurry, the storyteller rushed for nothing.

He complained, "Brother Smelly..."

"open!"

Zenjov took the lead.

Pan Xian Axe slashed forward, and the covering sky cover was directly split into a hole.

All the white clothes that flashed to the rear looked anxious.

Everyone knew that in this situation, if the four saint slaves really ran away, the consequences would not be easily bearable.

But it’s okay if people in front of you don’t reveal their identity.

Eight masters!

The eighth sword fairy!

Which desperate dare to step forward and stop?

"Senior Moonless..."

It was not just a kind of holy guard who was present muttering silently.

Even the manipulators of the "Country Covering Sky Mask" hiding in the dead corners of the Eighth Palace were sluggish looking at the pictures passed by the void.

That's it, let it go?

"Boom boom boom."

It rains presumptuously.

The scene was deadly silent.

In a situation where no one dared to act rashly, the masked man froze step by step, pulling away from Gou Wuyue behind him.

The enchantment light of the covering sky was quickly repaired under the power of the remote manipulator.

But Cenchev made holes with one axe.

The offensive power that contains the power of the emptiness is definitely not covered.

Losing the human obstruction, the saint slave walked out from here in a big way, while the others could only stare at it.

"Huh."

Xu Xiaoshou still couldn't believe it until he passed through the light curtain of the covering sky.

Is this out?

So Easy?

The desperate fight that was expected in the white cave did not appear at all, and the masked person revealed the identity of the eight masters. Everything was resolved?

"?"

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head slowly, and didn't dare to face others. After thinking about it, he still cast a question mark to Cenchev, who seemed more amiable.

Zenjov laughed aloud.

He understood what the young man meant.

Just about to speak, his face suddenly condensed.

"Be careful!"

At the same time, the storyteller flickered and drew up in front of his brother, as if he was blocking some kind of enemy.

Xu Xiaosui'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 met in the past.

If it hadn't been for this guy to have a human skin, Xu Xiaoshou would really think it was a white skeleton in the white cave and ran outside.

And the short one on the side...

"Who is this?"

Xu Xiaoshou was completely shocked.

In the past, the experience of fighting with the leaders of various lines told him that only the aura of this person can be judged, and the one who comes is only the throne cultivation base.

But the mere throne, how dare he take the number one and block the way of the four saint slaves who even Gou Wuyue didn't dare to block?

"Boom boom!"

The big raindrops fell on the ground one by one.

At this time, everyone felt that something was wrong.

Since the appearance of the short throne that looks like a boy, the rain in the field seems to have undergone a qualitative change.

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

"Under attack, passive value, +211."

"Under attack, passive value, +165."

"Under attack, passive value, +198."

"Anti-shock" does not seem to have the perfect protection against injuries, and even the role of "resilience" has become negligible.

With an average of hundreds of bombardments per second, Xu Xiaoshou felt his feet stagger.

He had no choice but to open the Lingyuan shield.

However, the shield could not withstand the impact of the rain at all, and within a short while, the water droplets blasted through it directly.

"Fei Ruo heavy water!"

The storyteller encountered the same situation on one side.

What's better than Xu Xiaoshou is that the space around him is multifolded.

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

"What's Fei Ruo heavy water?"

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

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

The storyteller uttered the name of the person who spoke every word.

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

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

Cenjov's pupils shrank suddenly.

He didn't expect that at the last minute, he would be able to kill such two people.

"Are you the one who rained in the white cave?"

Zenjov stepped forward and stopped the three saint slaves behind him.

"Be careful."

At this time, the storyteller no longer dared to make a joke, he reminded in a low voice: "The puppet of the day, Yomo had the illusion of power, and that Yu Lingdi...slashed the illusion!"

"what?"

When Xu Xiaoshou heard this, his eyes protruded immediately.

"Cut it off?"

He couldn't believe it and repeated the key words, hoping that the storyteller would say "Sorry, missed the word".

but no.

The storyteller only nodded solemnly: "Although it was said that the Taixu was cut down by someone else, this guy really did end the Taixu."

"Even if a person can't take it, he can still use the throne to cultivate, fall, and even arrest and cut Dao. This is an indisputable fact."

"The legend is far more than that."

"I can't say that the information I have is limited, this guy has already possessed the strength to kill Taixu alone!"

The storyteller is mainly responsible for Zhongyu, and naturally knows more about Zhongyu's intelligence.

And the more he knows, the more dignified his face becomes.

Zenjov was also taken aback by his introduction.

He heard the first person talk about this guy in the White Cave, but he never thought that a throne could have such power.

This is terrible!

Xu Xiaoshou felt a bit dry in his throat, "You said he can cut Taixu, is it normal Taixu, or..."

"Too Xu, are there any ordinary ones?"

The storyteller asked a rhetorical question, and directly caused Xu Xiaoshou to choke and almost had a cerebral infarction.

Is this Nima a pervert?

My Xu Xiaoshou used innate cultivation, plus the might of Ah Jie, to barely cut a throne is already very good.

You throne, can you cut the emptiness?

Secretly glanced at the masked man in front of him.

Xu Xiaoshou finally understood why there is even the Eighth Sword Immortal in this world that can be scrapped.

Dare to love, geniuses all get together, not just oneself.

The clown is alone!

…

"Boom boom boom..."

Large pits exploded on the ground, as if they were smashed out by a big hail.

But this is not hail, it is rain!

The rain is heavy.

Yu Lingdi stretched out his hand to touch the torrential rain. The raindrops penetrated through his body, and every drop of rain passed through his body, and his breath became even stronger.

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

He raised his head and looked into the distance with a smile: "You called me here just to let me witness the departure of your indulgent saint slave?"

"It's okay if I don't see it. I saw it. How can I go back for business?"

"Make me invisible?"

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

"me too."

The 33rd spoke angrily on one side of the urn, and stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "I will be an honest child."

Xu Xiaoshou was immediately attracted by the tall man.

Even if the voice is imitated again, he can still hear the trace of mechanical sound from the big tall man's mouth.

"The secret puppet?"

Xu Xiaoshou thought of Ajie.

Not surprisingly.

A Jie is the first generation, a defective product of the Taoist firmament.

This guy should be his proud work...completely?

"A few."

Yu Lingdi withdrew his gaze and fell on Cenjov who was in front of him.

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

He held up a finger and pointed to...

Xu Xiaoshou!

"Little Shi Tan Ji?"

Xu Xiaoshou's face turned black instantly.

These three big bosses here in Nima, would you pick a soft persimmon?

"Look at your cultivation base, not the master, right?"

Yu Lingdi's expression was a little more amused, "I'm very curious, how did you come out alive with these cultivation bases?"

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

He moved his gaze down, and stopped when Xu Xiaoshou had four swords in his hand.

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

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

"I'm also curious, how did you break my "Hometown of Floral Fragrance"."

A cold voice suddenly floated far away.

Immediately, Xu Xiaoshou saw a white-clothed man stepping on Begonia with his foot in the sky.

Look at it at first glance.

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

With the demeanor-like demeanor, coupled with the six-leaf crabapple flower in his hand, the immortal official who can't eat the fireworks!

Xu Xiaoshou subconsciously glanced in the direction of the storyteller.

He would like this type, right?

as predicted.

When the storyteller saw the incoming person, his face flushed on the spot, and his face couldn't stop blooming with endless splendor.

"Big Brother Haitanger!"

Nourishment

Xu Xiaoshou's goose bumps stood up directly.

That delicate voice could almost evoke the dead.

and many more!

Do they know?

Xu Xiaoshou's mind flashed, staring at the storyteller's seemingly non-false excitement, he suddenly realized a key issue.

"Our people?"

He turned to ask Cenjov.

"Ok."

Cen Qiaofu nodded: "Holy Slave Nine, Begonia, the person in charge of the'Huaxiang Hometown' of the Northern Territory Seven."

"hiss!"

Northern Territory! Seven break forbidden! Seat nine!

Xu Xiaoshou hadn't even seen this so-called Haitang'er, but with those short adjectives, he could already imagine the strength of the incoming person.

This is the background of the holy slave?

When I want to go, there will be waves of people coming to pick me up?

The masked man looked calm.

Seeing Haitang'er who stopped at a distance to avoid the storyteller's direct pounce, he frowned and asked, "Why are you here too?"

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

Haitang'er paused, and said: "Out of here, there are still seven hundred holy guards waiting outside, even if it passes through the blockade of the seven hundred holy guards..."

He turned his head and glanced at Yu Lingdi, and said, "The evil sin bow that loves the common people is also staring at it."

"Oh?"

The masked man raised his brows, a little surprised, "Isn't he staring at God?"

Haitang'er's complexion was unwavering, and she couldn't even see the joy of reunion after a long absence.

If it weren't for the masked person to talk to him, outsiders would not even be able to see that the two were in a relationship.

He only said coldly: "A person who can live in the sacred mountain of Guizhe, but the entire continent is within its range, what is the difference between staring at one and staring at two?"

The eyes of the masked man were surprised again.

"The whole continent?"

"Ok."

"You got shot?"

"..."

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

"Everything is improving..."

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

"This friend."

Saying step forward.

Xu Xiaoshou looked a little stunned behind him. Hearing this tone, could it be that these two also knew each other?

He has eight masters, and his face is so great?

What does he want to do?

Outside of reason, the expected scene reappeared.

The masked man seemed like a okay person, and walked straight to the front of Yu Lingdi and No. 33, before he stopped.

He said sincerely: "I just heard the tone of the two. It should have been a misunderstanding with Haitang'er, but now I am here, to give face, this matter is over, how?"

Since meeting Xu Xiaoshou, the masked man has discovered a more efficient way of fighting than Kendo.

Said.

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

Those who are not thick-skinned can't use it!

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

But at this moment, masked people feel they can try anything.

At the very least, he had just successfully used a favor to deal with Gou Wuyue who might have caused severe damage to the slave.

Yu Lingdi was stunned.

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

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