I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

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Bang!

Devil gas exploded into mist.

When the space gap closed, Xu Xiaoshou, who was holding the straw hat with one hand, could still vaguely see Sang Lao who couldn't hold an arrow. The arrow penetrated in an instant, and then was enveloped by infinite demonic energy.

That arrow can break through a non-forged body.

But when facing Sang Lao, he couldn't completely burst his body.

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

Snorted slightly.

The space crack closed.

It is difficult for Xu Xiaoshou to observe the follow-up.

He used three days of freezing calamity to completely freeze himself, avoiding the space flow to completely shatter his body.

A flash of red light flashed in front of his eyes.

"brat……"

The storyteller appeared and held the ice sculpture with one hand.

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

Carrying them back silently, the two of them broke away from the shards of space, cut into the void from the other side, and moved away from the battlefield.

As for the second child...

The storyteller did not choose to return.

With his ability, it is the past and death.

After all, even Gou Wuyue who was headshot with a punch cannot easily die.

Tai Xu couldn't stand it anymore, so he could only protect himself.

What's more, the sword fairy in Taixu!

...

"Quickly!"

"Keep up, keep up."

"The sword world is broken, and the battle is bound to end. At this time, our role will come out. It is essential to clean up the mess, but we cannot be late.

"My God, I didn't expect that the second in command of the saint slaves would also appear. I don't know what the final battle with Wuyue seniors will end..."

"fart!"

"You still have to think about it, it must be the defeat of the sacred slave by Senior Wu Yue, there are other endings?"

"You know, that is one of the Seven Sword Immortals in the world, the two masters of the Holy Temple...eh?"

A crowd of white clothes rushed to the battlefield.

Amidst the discourse, there was always a pity for not being able to watch the battle in person.

After all, it was the battle of Taixu.

Even if it is cutting Dao, he is trying to get some insights from it, so that if there is the slightest possibility in the follow-up, he can better promote himself and step into the realm of such legends.

However, among the boiling words, I really waited to rush to the battlefield, everyone was shocked and speechless.

A headless corpse slowly floated into the air among the shattered mountains in the distance.

Everyone looked away.

However, the headless corpse was red all over, even in ragged clothes.

But between the broken clothes and sleeves, a light blue was faintly visible.

Among the audience, there were people wearing blue clothes, but Wuyue Jianxian was the only one!

"This……"

Everyone was horrified.

Wuyue Jianxian, got a headshot?

"My God, is this the injury from the second in command of the slave?"

"These mountains, this ruined cliff, what happened here...?"

"Senior Moonless, are you still alive?"

No. 33 held the unconscious Cenjov with one hand, and looked at the floating blue figure in surprise.

He could smell a touch of vitality from it.

But if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that the Moonless Senior would be hit hard by this!

Is the second in command of the saint slave really so powerful?

"Wow!"

In a flash, he immediately appeared on the side of the headless body.

"Senior Moonless?"

"I...nothing." Gou Wuyue reached out and stopped him from stepping forward to help.

No. Thirty-three looked at the broken body with the headband and neck missing.

No problem...

He was silent for a moment.

"Look!"

In the white clothes, there was a few more noises.

Everyone looked sideways, and saw that a group of black holes was also black, but a force completely different from the power of the black hole was surging in midair.

"Devilish?"

Everyone was surprised.

This devilish energy does not look like a fierce devilish energy with four swords, but more like a devilish energy that explodes after the emotions and desires of the heart are detonated at the same time.

"Who?"

No one can get a glimpse of it in the magic mist.

According to the judgment, this person should be the other side of the battle-the second in command of the holy slave, sleeveless!

"Evil Sin Bow Arrow?"

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

The arrow that pierced through the void at that time could not only be seen by those in the Eighth Palace.

The entire Eastern Region, almost with a cultivation base reaching above the throne, could catch a glimpse of that terrifying power.

Now, the sleeveless ending is nothing more than an arrow from the love of the common people.

"So, Senior Wuyue is alone, can't take the Saint Slave Sleeveless at all, and needs the help of the common people to shoot an arrow to completely take the person?"

Immediately, the white clothes started to make up for it.

The scene is like this, it's hard for them not to think too much.

"To shut up!"

On the 33rd, he immediately yelled.

These people think that they are too long to live. Senior Wuyue is only headshot, consciousness or something, but it hasn't been completely lost yet!

The white-clothed people and the others seemed to realize that they had made some mistakes, and they chose to keep their mouths shut.

The cyan Taixu power entangles.

Gou Wuyue's head grew slowly, and he stopped for a short quarter of an hour before his head was fully grown.

"Little Stone Tan Ji..."

With a low groan, Gou Wuyue had mixed thoughts in her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

He shook his backhand, letting go of the boundary, and Yu Zhiwen appeared beside him.

Thirty-three was surprised.

This woman may not have been seen by others, but his knowledge base contains the information of this person.

"Girl Zhiwen."

Slightly bowed, there was a little more respect in the voice of No. 33.

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

"Where is Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Xu Xiaoshou?" Gou Wuyue was startled slightly.

"Golden Giant!" Yuzhi Wen Xingtong was full of worries.

Gou Wuyue understood it all at once.

Xiaoshi Tan Ji...

It turns out that it is not his real name.

Is Xu Xiaoshou also a false title for that young man?

"You know him well?"

Gou Wuyue asked softly.

His gaze caught Sang Qiye who was still roaring and struggling in the void.

Losing his consciousness, only the second in command of the saint slave with violent desires, even if his head hasn't recovered yet, with a form of "man is a sword", he can hold it in place so that he can't act randomly.

"Cooked!"

Yu Zhiwen nodded his head seriously, and turned his head to look.

He knew that the arrow that loved the common people was shot at Xu Xiaoshou.

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

"He He……"

Yu Zhiwen pointed to the magic mist group, his voice trembling, "Has an arrow hit?"

Observing this scene on the 33rd, I have already noticed something.

He stepped back silently, his figure disappeared.

The following content is obviously not what he can listen to.

"not him."

Gou Wuyue shook her head: "The one who hit the arrow was his master, Sang Qiye, and Xu Xiaoshou you said... is gone."

Uozhiwen's expression froze.

Then, as if he was relieved, his voice eased.

"Are you there?"

She seemed to be muttering to herself, repeating it unconsciously.

Looking at her reaction, Gou Wuyue raised the corner of her lips, took a step forward, and asked, "You are very familiar, what's the relationship?"

"I……"

Yu Zhiwen suddenly heard the overtones, and his ears were red.

"No, Senior Wu Yue."

"It's not what you think. I met him in the white cave. This person is very powerful. I just want to... draw him into the holy temple."

"That's it."

Gou Wuyue smiled: "That's it?"

"Ok."

Yu Zhiwen rolled his eyes and averted his gaze.

She saw a crowd 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 during this period has a high probability of being over.

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

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Gou Wuyue murmured to herself, and did not pursue the relationship between the two too much.

In other words, the concern of the young generation of Saint Slave, at this moment, has suppressed his pure curiosity about the personal affairs of the Saintess in front of him.

"What you said, do you know him well in the holy slaves?"

"Ok."

"How deep?"

Gou Wuyue paused after speaking, and added: "It's what you said you want to draw this person into the Temple of the Holy Spirit, why?"

Yu Zhiwen's mind flashed Xu Xiaoshou's never-changing look, a little anxious.

"This person is very powerful, regardless of potential, strategy, skills..."

"He is different from everyone I have met."

Yu Zhiwen turned his head, fixedly looking at Gou Wuyue, and emphasized: "Among all the young people I have seen in the headquarters."

After a pause, she summed it up.

"He is very strong. In time, he will be able to reach the height of the predecessor. He must be drawn into the Holy Temple and the headquarters."

"Because he is now in a decision period, if one is not so serious, it is very likely..."

Seeing Gou Wuyue's suddenly thoughtful expression, Yu Zhiwen's voice stopped.

"senior?"

My height... Gou Wuyue ignored it and looked straight at the half-empty magic mist group.

Xu Xiaoshou's performance under an arrow from the common people really surprised him.

And this person is not only a disciple of Sang Qiye, but also a training target for the eight masters.

Yu Zhiwen said, Gou Wuyue never despised it.

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

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

Gou Wuyue didn't express his thoughts with her heart low.

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

"what?"

Yu Zhiwen had red lips, a little confused.

"I already said that."

Gou Wuyue pointed at the demon energy group, "He, Xu Xiaoshou's master!"

"?"

Yu Zhiwen couldn't react for a while.

Gou Wuyue sighed: "Are you still unaware that what you call Xu Xiaoshou has completely joined the saint slave?"

Boom.

Yu Zhiwen's heart shrank.

When she reacted, her face instantly turned pale.

Stiffly projecting his gaze on the demon qi ball again, Yu Zhiwen suddenly woke up.

Yes.

This is the second in command of the saint slaves, sleeveless.

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

Xu Xiaoshou’s master...

In other words, is he really a saint slave long ago?

At that time, the conclusion that he reasoned out in the white cave, but was directly denied from the heart, popped into his mind.

Yu Zhiwen couldn't speak for a while.

Powerless...

This is the true feeling in her heart at this moment.

"It turns out that all of this is doomed long ago?"

...

"Ugh."

Gou Wuyue, as a person who came by, couldn't see the little Jiujiu who was in the girl in front of him except for the righteousness?

But the position is different, the camp is different.

Some people, some destinies, are destined to be so, they cannot be changed.

He did not say much, nor did he persuade.

As the saint of the Holy Spirit Temple, Yu Zhiwen has the highest consciousness of the temple, and this little external emotion can't keep his mind from sticking to it.

He sighed, and then walked towards the magic qi group.

The endgame should be over...

"sword."

One move.

The sound of the famous sword slave lan "kneg" rose from the ground, straight into the palm of his hand.

Gou Wuyue raised the famous sword aloft.

"All..."

Everyone in white clothes waited solemnly.

Even No. 33 has a straightened body.

But Gou Wuyue gave no order.

Suddenly, below the Void Demon Qi, a phantom pink Begonia flower quietly bloomed.

"Swipe!"

Suddenly, many white clothes looked vigilantly.

The Begonia flower enveloped from the bottom, as if to quietly take away the people in the field.

"You dare?!"

Gou Wuyue's heart trembled.

One thing he really didn't expect was Haitang'er, who had escaped from birth, how dare he go and return?

With a shout of anger, the famous sword turned into a cyan light stream and let it go. When the Begonia flower was about to close, it completely penetrated with a blast, and it festered.

Gou Wuyue's heart hung high and she couldn't let go.

As soon as he stepped up, he jumped to the side of Sang Qiye.

With a trick on the sleeves, Dang Even reclaimed it.

After doing all this, he was startled to realize that he was already in a cold sweat.

It is true that this wave of saint slaves has gone back and forth, hitting the most comfortable and lazy moments of everyone, even his Gou Wuyue, almost inattentive, let people succeed.

"It's fine."

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

Gou Wuyue's heart of rejoicing had not yet fully bloomed in the future, and suddenly his thoughts froze, and he realized that something was wrong.

If Haitang'er goes and returns, what about the eight masters?

If the eight masters also returned, how could it be possible that he could not steal the mulberry seven leaves when he was in a daze?

His back was cold, and Gou Wuyue's pupils shrank, already thinking of something.

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

"Yo."

There was a boo.

"Slightly slow, are you old, Gou Wuyue?"

The eight masters are ridiculed in their tone, and their muddy eyes are full of cold killing intent.

With this sound, the temperature of the whole venue dropped abruptly.

"The Eighth Sword Fairy?"

"Eight Masters!"

Bai Yi exclaimed, full of amazement.

At this time, no one would have expected that the legendary person would really dare to go and return!

"Eight Masters..."

Thirty-three felt her whole body stiff.

Through the shocking gazes of many white clothes, even if he has no spiritual thoughts, he can still think of the person standing behind him from the direction everyone is watching.

"dead!"

Cenjov was still in his hand, and No. 33 didn't dare to neglect at all, and he hit with a punch in his backhand.

"No—"

Gou Wuyue shouted.

But it was too late.

The arrow is on the string and I have to send it.

No. 33 also didn't dare to expose his back to the man who only circulated in the legend.

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

"Om~"

Void air flowed away.

Time seems to be completely slow at this moment.

In the corner of No. 33's eye, you can still see the anxious look of Senior Wu Yue accompanied by exclaiming, and the worried look and behavior of the companions in white clothes.

And the person in front of...

Eight masters are smiling.

His fist was close to the door, and at a distance of a few minutes, he only had a side eye.

"laugh!"

On the 33rd, he felt that something sharp was born on his arm, and immediately saw that his right arm was cut into the air and flew completely out of his body.

"This……"

My heart trembled.

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

But the action is still extremely slow, and it can't even reach one ten thousandth of the turtle's speed!

Eight masters are still smiling.

He lowered his head and his eyes narrowed.

The same tingling sensation is born from the knee.

"laugh!"

The broken leg swung into the air, and slowly escaped.

On the 33rd, I still want to struggle and resist.

"Ugh."

The eight masters sighed, stepped forward and stepped on the front of the begonia flower.

boom!

Everyone in the audience felt that it was slow to restore order in time and space.

But the number 33 in front of him was chopped into pieces and exploded in the interlacing of endless sword thoughts.

A golden energy core was flew out.

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

Immediately afterwards, he saw the eight masters holding the small dead branches on their hands, gently poking and swirling at the energy core.

"Snapped!"

The energy core is broken.

Time and space restore order.

Gou Wuyue's footsteps can be mentioned, and Bai Yi's heartbeat has just receded.

however.

Thirty-three, no more!

"Boom boom..."

The parts of the Tianji puppet smashed into the ground, pounding.

Cenjov's figure fell to the ground and was engulfed by begonia flowers.

Everyone looked at the man standing on top of the petals, and was silent for a while.

He clearly, only the day after tomorrow’s cultivation...

He obviously hesitated like that before and didn't dare to make a move...

But why...

"cough."

The eight masters interrupted everyone's thoughts with a soft cough, and their eyes were completely different from that at the time.

When everyone glanced at it, they felt tingling in their eyes and cold souls.

That Binghan's killing intent was different from the previous one.

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

The eight masters whispered ~www.ltnovel.com~ with the dead branches in their hands slowly tapping their palms, then looked around, there was no more pity in their eyes, and the conversation turned.

"Sang Qiye, you can take it away, anyway, I won't relieve the devil qi of loving common people."

The voice paused.

He straightened his chest slightly, his breath pierced through the sky, his words became a little more sulking, and he shook his head in all directions.

"But when I return now, I will slaughter Baiyi 700 and practice it for my friend!"

"You can take people away... But if my friend dies, then I will kill the temple and fold all over the mountain sweet-scented osmanthus!"

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