Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Kicking away the mark, Fan Jian suddenly had a smile on his lips.

There are three poisons in the world, greed! Angry! Crazy!

Greed and delusion may be tolerated, but anger cannot.

From the moment Gongsun Weiyang flew down, Fan Jian was thinking about how to drag down this first-grade Saint-level Mofamen elder!

If a strong man in the saint realm does not take action, the battle will always be just a small friction. If you want to scare the enemy, you must crush the opponent from all realms!

This is Fan Jian’s strategy!

And this strategy did work.

From the moment Gongsun Weiyang took action, this battle was no longer a competition between saints and below!

Fan Jian sneered and said.

"Mofamen Saint Realm Divine Cultivator intervenes in the battle and takes action against ordinary Divine Cultivators. You can also take action, Gusheng!"

Gongsun Weiyang frowned and secretly screamed.

Just when he was surprised, he saw a red gauze flying towards him. Gongsun Weiyang quickly jumped back and said in a deep voice.

"You provoked me on purpose!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Gu Shengren raised his hand and waved, and Chi Lian Tian Luo galloped out, pointing directly at Gongsun Weiyang like a sharp sword.

Gongsun Weiyang quickly drew his sword to fight.

When the two collided, a force visible to the naked eye spread out. Gongsun Weiyang immediately flew backwards, and the hand holding the knife trembled.

The saintess raised her hand and waved, and the red gauze turned into a wall to block her behind, neutralizing all the force.

Before Gongsun Weiyang could stand still, he saw the flying red gauze approaching like red clouds covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Gongsun Weiyang frowned and gritted his teeth angrily.

"That's it! Now that we've taken action, we can't hide anymore!"

As he spoke, he waved his long knife and shouted angrily.

"Tao Wen San Tuo! Emperor Dao, the Emperor is angry!"

He saw the sword energy filling the sky, the long sword roaring and vibrating like thunder, the sword energy whirling around the body, neutralizing the red gauze's offensive one by one.

"It's okay! I can hold it for now! I have to find a way to escape!"

Just when Gongsun Weiyang thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a murmur.

"The Ancient Sword Technique, Mending the Sky!"

The voice was soft and soft, like whispering in the ear.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Gu Shengren raised his hand and waved, and Chilian Tianluo condensed into a long red sword.

Then there was a flash of sword light, and Gongsun Weiyang felt his eyes turn red. When he came back to his senses, he saw that a long sword made of red gauze had penetrated his chest.

Just one hit!

From beginning to end, there is only one strike that can really be regarded as a move!

"Is the gap really that big?"

The blood flowed from Gongsun Weiyang's shocked abdomen, and he couldn't believe it at all.

They are both in the saint realm, why is the gap so big!

The saintess looked at his appearance, sneered, raised her hand to collect the red gauze, and discarded the bloody part casually on the ground, and said softly.

"You lost!"

Gongsun Weiyang was shocked. He looked up and saw the saint turning around and leaving.

Just like ten years ago.

Indifference, aloofness, contempt!

He couldn't help but burst into anger, the power of his soul surged up, and in the blink of an eye his momentum gathered to a terrifying level.

The Saint Gu frowned, turned around and looked around, and was suddenly shocked.

"Are you crazy! Destroying your soul?"

"I am the dignified elder of Mofamen, I can die! But I can never lose! And twice!" Gongsun Weiyang shouted angrily.

"You all go to hell!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw dense silver needles suddenly rising around his body.

The silver needle reflected the light, which shocked Gongsun Weiyang.

Looking around, he saw Fan Jian holding the silver needles at him with one hand.

"What are you doing?" Gongsun Weiyang asked with a frown.

"I'm not doing anything, I'm just trying it out. Is it faster for you to explode your soul or for me to kill you?"

Fan Jian smiled slightly.

One hundred thousand silver needles came in like a rainstorm, most of them were bounced away, but there were still many that got into Gongsun Weiyang's body!

These silver needles spread all over his body's meridians, instantly crippling all his meridians.

Everyone only saw the silver needle piercing Gongsun Weiyang's body, and then his momentum instantly weakened, he lay down on his back, his body twitched, and he died.

Fan Jian said quickly when he saw the Nascent Soul flying out.

"Aunt Saint!"

The Saint Gu nodded, raised his hand, and the red yarn flew towards the Nascent Soul.

He saw a knife falling from the sky in an instant, cutting off the Red Lian Tianluo, and inserting it straight in front of Gongsun Weiyang's body.

"If you have to spare others, spare them! Why kill them all?"

Only a voice was heard, and then a middle-aged man flew down, stepped on the long knife with one foot, and looked at Gongsun Weiyang with a look of regret.

"Although you can do it without any prohibition, why bother with your self-destructive spirit?"

The middle-aged man said, raised his hand, and a green bottle suddenly appeared in his hand.

He held the bottle in his hand and blew on Gongsun Weiyang's Nascent Soul, and the Nascent Soul immediately flew into the bottle.

"If I ask you to take charge of things, you should take care of me like this! Save your life and use the remaining ten years as atonement!"

He murmured, shaking the bottle in his hand a few times, and then with a sweep of his fingers, the Nascent Soul immediately flew out, landed on Gongsun Weiyang, and flew back like that.

Then, Gongsun Weiyang's body began to tremble.

The man frowned and murmured.

"Are you so seriously injured? What a waste of my elixir!"

With that said, he took out a small bottle and poured a pill into Gongsun Weiyang's mouth.

Fan Jian was stunned and said in shock.

"How come the Nascent Soul can be saved after being separated from the body?"

The saint frowned and shook his head.

"That is a spring pot, a top-grade earth-level magic weapon. As long as the Nascent Soul is out of the body for less than a quarter of an hour, it can be saved. However, the cultivation level cannot be saved. It will only cost you ten more years!"

"Gu Sheng is really knowledgeable!"

The man turned around with a smile, looked at the Saint and said.

Fan Jian looked at his smile and his indifferent attitude, and two people suddenly appeared in his mind.

Xiao Guizang and Flute Medicine Buddha!

The name of the person in front of me is ready to be revealed!

In Three Swords and Four Swords, the leader of the Mofa Sect, Guan Shuya, is known as the Magic Sword Immortal!

“Are all the big guys so facialistic?”

Fan Jian curled his lips and complained softly.

Guan Shuya turned to look at Fan Jian, then smiled and stretched out his hand to say.

"This must be the Master Fan of the Yunyu Sect, right? I've admired him for a long time!"

When Fan Jian saw him extending his hand, he subconsciously wanted to shake his hand.

But I heard Saint Gu frown and shout loudly.

"Fan Jian, be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Shuya saw the light of the sword flashing between his five fingers.

Fan Jian was suddenly startled. He quickly retracted his hand and took a few steps back, frowning and saying.

"You are plotting against me? You, a land god, are plotting against me?"

Guan Shuya smiled awkwardly, took back his hand and said.

"It's just a joke, why take it seriously?"

Gu Shengren stopped in front of Fan Jianjian and said in a deep voice.

"Master Guan, your Mofa Sect is at fault in this matter. If we want to fight, our Yunyu Sect will be with you at any time!"

"Why should Gusheng be angry!" Guan Shuya said with a smile and put away the knife.

"I didn't say I wanted to cause trouble for you! It's just one or two people dying, it happens all the time!"