Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Seeing this, Fan Jian immediately raised his hand and waved, and a sword energy blocked the fireball like a long rainbow.

Suddenly, a ten-way energy burst out in the sky, and the strong wind blew on everyone's face.

However, before the wave was over, several rumbling sounds were heard, and seven or eight fireballs fell from the sky. Fan Jian repeatedly drew his sword and finally stopped them all.

At this moment, a figure jumped repeatedly with an extremely strange body movement and stepped on Fan Jian.

It was the horse soldier!

Fan Jian frowned and raised his hand to parry.

However, the horse just stepped on him and jumped behind him, kicking at a big monk from the Sakya Gate.

The big monk saw this and shouted:

"Come on! Look at me, the Deer King fighting with horns!"

As soon as the voice fell, the two collided with each other, and the horse soldier flew backwards, his hooves were broken, and he fell to the ground.

The big monk was no better than him, and his kick shattered his golden body.

His arms were also broken and fractured, and he stepped back a few steps, kneeling on the ground with his hands hanging down.

Fan Jian was shocked when he saw this.

The Golden Body Skill of the Sakya Sect's Wei Tuo was extremely powerful. If they wanted to kick the golden body to pieces, they would have to be much stronger than them.

Could it be that the strength of this special army was much stronger?

Fan Jian looked around and saw the chariot soldiers advancing left and right among the crowd.

The sword energy was rampant, although it was not fatal, it made everyone quite cautious.

The artillerymen kept throwing fireballs to attack the auxiliary combat personnel in the rear. If it were not for the Saint Gu who blocked them repeatedly, I am afraid there would be casualties.

At this time, everyone was entangled by the spearmen and had no way to attack the special army.

At this moment, Fan Jian saw the position where Yan Xianji was standing.

There were dozens of special troops protecting the left and right sides, which looked like the place where the generals in chess stood.

"Brother Lou, Brother Yun, help block the fireballs fired by the artillery."

Fan Jian said loudly when he saw this.

"Ms. Yun, follow me and capture the king first!"

Upon hearing this, Saint Gu immediately followed Fan Jian and rushed to the enemy formation. Just after walking a few hundred steps, he saw Yan Xianji waving his flag and said in a deep voice:

"Flying elephant!"

Dozens of people suddenly flew out of the enemy formation, with wide bodies, blocking the two of them like a human wall.

Before the two of them rushed in, they heard another group of people holding a picture book behind them, chanting loudly, and then hundreds of swords and shadows passed through the crowd and attacked the two of them, accompanied by gusts of wind, thunder and lightning, and raging fire and broken ice.

Fan Jian was very upset.

Ye Qingqing was still fighting with those special troops in the back, and the others were still working hard.

Moreover, after the three special types of soldiers, chariots, horses and cannons, were added, people among the crowd were constantly injured. If there was no breakthrough, there would certainly be more casualties.

He immediately stopped holding back and raised his hand to wave, and the Lihuo sword force immediately covered Jingji.

Jingji immediately ignited a flame blade more than ten feet high, and then the fire vein true energy waved, and the elephant soldiers who were like a human wall were immediately torn open.

Seeing this, the saint took the opportunity to raise his hand and waved, and the red silk sky condensed into a sword, and waved his hand and said:

"Ancient sword tactics, open the earth!"

Then, on the sword condensed by the red gauze, a sword energy turned into a hundred-foot sword edge.

Sweeping out, it immediately cut all the soldiers chanting spells in the back row into pieces.

The two rushed towards Yan Xianji again.

When they were only a dozen steps away, the two people beside Yan Xianji suddenly jumped out and blocked them.

They were nearly five feet tall, standing in front of Fan Jian and the others like a small mountain.

His muscles were knotted, and he held two steel claws tightly in his hands. A slight shake would emit a cold light.

Yan Xianji smiled and said:

"The soldier dies! If you want to be a general, you must first ask my two dead soldiers!"

Fan Jian frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Yun Gu, one for each of us, quickly solve them, they can't hold on any longer!"

Gu Shengren nodded, raised her hand and waved, the sword turned straight, and swept towards the dead soldier with a sword.

The sword energy was rampant, and in the blink of an eye it came in front of the dead soldier.

But the dead soldier was not moved at all, and he stood up and punched out, instantly smashing the sword energy, but he was not injured at all.

Fan Jian was stunned when he saw this.

Gu Shengren is now a third-grade saint, and the sword energy of the ancient sword technique is very strong, but it was smashed by this dead soldier with a punch?

Could it be that the strength of this dead soldier has reached the saint level?

Just as he was thinking, he saw the assassin he was facing coming at him quickly and punching Fan Jian.

Fan Jian didn't dare to fight hard, he stepped on the Nine Nine Palace Steps to bypass him, and casually swung out a sword energy.

The assassin stood up, and the sword energy scattered without suspense.

He didn't trigger the flaw attack, at least one level higher than himself.

Fan Jian sneered at this, and the fire sword energy and thunder sword energy condensed.

The two swords were parallel, and the energy went through the eight meridians. He swung a sword and shouted in a deep voice: "Six Voids and Eight Swords, Fire on Top and Thunder on the Bottom, Fire and Thunder Devouring!"

The sword energy of the two swords of fire and thunder entangled, the fire produced thunder, and the thunder produced fire. Under the strengthening of the eight meridians, the momentum of the two sword energies continued to rise.

In a flash, the assassin was enveloped, and the magnificent sword energy turned that area into a field of fire and thunder.

After a moment, the sword energy disappeared, and the assassin was left with only two pairs of legs.

Looking at Saint Gu, the sword energy did not work, and she immediately knew the strength range of the assassin.

Seeing the dead man's punch, the red gauze immediately scattered and turned into a wall to block the punch. Taking the opportunity to distance himself, the red gauze condensed into a sword again. His expression was stern, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Ancient Sword Art, Repair the Sky!"

Then he saw the sword light flashing, and the light accompanied the figure of the Gu Saint approaching instantly.

With a sword, he immediately cut a three-foot-long cut in front of the dead man, and the red gauze also took the opportunity to stay in his body.

Then the Gu Saint lightly pinched the sword finger, and the red gauze instantly erupted with thousands of sword qi, and the dead man was immediately cut into hundreds of pieces.

At this time, there was no one around Yan Xianji.

Fan Jian turned his head to look at the battle of the crowd, although he was still struggling.

But after getting used to the rhythm of the battle, everyone has begun to have the color of counterattack, and even the chariot soldiers were killed by the little nun of Jialanyuan.

Seeing this, Fan Jian smiled and said to Yan Xianji:

"I am a general now, won't you send some people back to save Zhao?"

Yan Xianji smiled and said:

"No, I don't need to be saved! If it was a normal chess game, I might have lost by now, but since you chose to fight to the death, I'm sorry, my strength is too strong!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw him waving his flag, and a stream of true energy rushed towards Fan Jian and the other two.

Before Fan Jian could do anything, his sixth sense in his heart was used again. He quickly raised his hand to push away the Saint Gu and avoided the true energy.

The true energy stretched for hundreds of miles, and a deep gully was formed on the ground.

What was even more terrifying was that the sword energy did not dissipate even when it reached the horizon, until it completely disappeared from Fan Jian's sight.

"How about this move? It's pretty standard, right?" Yan Xianji said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Fan Jian swallowed his saliva and said:

"It's just so-so."