Fantasy: All my skills are passive

I have been fighting with weapons for hundreds of years, but I have never heard of weapons being divided into men and women!

And whose divine weapon spirit is like Fan Jian's Jingji?

Can he act like a spoiled child?

This is not a spirit, isn't this a real person?

Did he stuff a child in it?

Guigugu Gudeng was completely speechless.

At this moment, there was another thunder in the sky, and Guigugu Gudeng hurriedly said:

"Brother Fan, the second thunder is coming, be careful!"

Fan Jian nodded, put Jingji aside, took off the mustard bracelet and gave it to Gu Shengren, and then walked to the center of the yard.

He sat cross-legged and posed the same posture as when he crossed the tribulation last time.

But this time, he took the initiative to perform it.

The Thunder Sword of the Great Eight Swords of the Great Extreme, the Thunder Vein Qi of the Six Void Sword Art wrapped around his body, plus the true source of Buddhism, and a handful of healing medicine in his mouth, at this time he was calm and fearless of all the heavenly tribulations.

Dragons flew and shrews danced, and thunder raged.

A thunderclap fell, and Fan Jian suddenly felt a twitch all over his body.

He was fainted when he endured the thunder, and all the control of his body was handed over to Yuanying.

At this time, his stomach was bearing the power of the thunder, and the body's reactions caused by it all came out.

The power of the thunder traveled throughout his body. Even with the digestion of two layers of thunder power, the beating on the Buddha's true form of Sakyamuni still made his internal breath surge, his throat felt sweet, and a stream of blood rushed into his mouth.

Fan Jianqiang endured the discomfort and separated a stream of true energy to push the blood back into his stomach.

This pain made his brain appear dazed for a moment.

At this moment, a strong palpitation pulled him back from the trance.

It was the passive enhancement of the five senses, and the premonition of death brought by the sixth sense.

He clenched his teeth, fearing that he would faint if he couldn't support it.

The thunder of this magic weapon was no less powerful than the last few thunders of the immortals on land. At this time, he finally realized the power of the power of heaven and earth.

If his strength was even one level lower than it is now, or if he lost the support of any of his skills, he would have no choice but to be annihilated.

The thunder tribulation lasted for more than a minute, during which time Fan Jian could no longer remember how many times he had been in a trance, how many times he had struggled on the brink of death, and how much blood he had swallowed.

At this time, his whole body was covered with red and blue, and the unyielding effect brought by his toughness and the effect of bloodthirsty fury had already been superimposed to the full level.

This pain finally weakened a lot.

Gradually, the thunder died down, the thunder power of the tribulation clouds in the sky temporarily subsided, and the thunder tribulation finally subsided.

Fan Jian relaxed all over and fell limply to the ground.

The Jingji Sword came to Fan Jian's side with a "whoosh".

Gu Shengren and Ye Qingqing also hurried forward and said:

"How is it? Are you okay?"

Fan Jian forced himself to smile and said:

"It's okay, what can happen to me? The weak thunder, even if it is ten times stronger, can't touch a hair on my head!"

Ye Qingqing said with a worried look:

"But your hair has exploded."

Fan Jian was shocked.

Blood can flow and head can be cut, but hair cannot be messed up.

Gu Shengren said worriedly:

"Can you still hold on?"

Fan Jian pressed his hair down and said:

"It's okay, by the way, give me another handful of healing medicine, and then you can leave quickly, I don't want you to be implicated!"

Gu Shengren nodded, took out a handful of healing medicine and gave it to Fan Jian, and then pulled Ye Qingqing away together.

Guigugu Lonely said in a deep voice:

"Brother Fan, the last thunderbolt is several times stronger than the previous one. You must hold on. Otherwise, not only will all your efforts be wasted, but your life will also be in danger!"

Fan Jian nodded and said in a deep voice:

"Don't worry, a mere thunderbolt, you want to take my life, dream!"

As he said, he raised his hand and waved it, and Jingji was already in his hand.

Jingji is not sharpened, polished, or decorated now, it looks like a thin iron bar.

But when Fan Jian held it in his hand, he immediately felt a sense of heroism that soared into the sky.

Seeing this, Elder Yin's mind moved, and she quickly took out the Jade Pipa and gently plucked it.

She was driven by Fan Jian's emotions and came up with a new music score.

Finally, the thunder power in the sky was brewing again, and a thunder sounded. Fan Jian quickly threw Jingji away and re-posed in the posture of crossing the tribulation.

Jingji was also frightened and quickly got into Fan Jian's arms.

Elder Yin rolled his eyes.

The emotion just appeared, and it flew away when seeing this scene.

The thunder power in the sky was getting heavier and heavier, and the thick dark clouds almost covered the top of the head.

A series of fine lightnings were dancing dozens of feet above Fan Jian's head, which immediately made him shiver all over his body, and even got goose bumps.

Jing Ji was shaking constantly, making bursts of clanging sounds.

Elder Shen was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly said:

"Junior Brother Fan, you can't lose your momentum, otherwise it will be difficult to survive the thunder!"

Fan Jian rolled his eyes.

It's easy to say, if I were in the Great Accomplishment Realm or the Crossing Tribulation Realm, I wouldn't care about the thunder.

But I am only a fifth-grade Nascent Soul now, is thunder my business?

No matter how powerful I am, I still have to rely on the skills to survive the tribulation!

Just as Fan Jian was thinking about it, a lightning swept almost close to Fan Jian's head, which immediately made his heart tremble wildly.

Then there was a strong palpitation, and Fan Jian's heart was shocked!

It's coming!

No!

Will die! This thunder, in this state, will definitely kill him!

What to do?

Fan Jian's heart suddenly panicked.

Suddenly, a manic thunder sounded, and in an instant, a thunderbolt fell from the sky.

Fan Jian's body was immersed in thunder and lightning, and in just a moment, almost all of his body functions were destroyed.

Fan Jian hurriedly swallowed the healing medicine in his mouth, but the injury had just recovered, and it was immediately destroyed, over and over again, and it happened countless times in an instant.

Jing Ji kept shaking on the side, and his body gradually turned black, and the clanging sound became weaker and weaker.

Fan Jian's heart was shocked.

It was only three or five breaths.

If this goes on, not only Jing Ji, but also himself will be reduced to ashes!

Unwilling!

I am unwilling!

Fan Jian looked up at Gu Shengren and Ye Qingqing, and seeing their worried faces, he suddenly made up his mind.

I have just begun to enjoy the life of traveling through time!

I don't want to be manipulated by a mere thunderbolt!

"Jing Ji!"

Fan Jianqiang stood up against the thunderbolt and raised his hand to take Jing Ji in his hand.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this.

Guigugu Ledeng was even more shocked and said:

"Brother Fan, what are you going to do?"

Fan Jian gritted his teeth and growled:

"The fate of Jing Ji and me cannot be determined by a thunderbolt!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a bright light on his body, a shadow of his mind appeared, and five Yuanyings suddenly emerged from his body and turned into Yuanying clones.

The five clones stood at the same time, each performing their own skills to resist the thunderbolt in the sky.

Fan Jian held the Jing Ji Sword, and infinite sword intent suddenly emerged from his body.

Everyone was shocked.

This is... that move!

The move that Fan Jian used to fight Ye Wuya, what was he going to do?

"Yuanrong Heart Sword!"

An unparalleled sword intent slashed at the thunderbolt.