Fantasy: All my skills are passive

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure flying up across the border, holding something in his hand, and landed in front of Fan Jian and others.

When the man saw Fan Jian and the others, they were stunned for a moment. Before they could speak, they heard a voice:

"Crazy monk! Give me back!"

Then another figure fell next to him.

Tripterygium wilfordii was shocked when he saw this, and whispered in Fan Jian's ear:

"No, it's the Mad Demon Buddha and the headless demon general who are killing Xinlie!"

Fan Jian frowned. He didn't care about these two people, but looked at the person holding the demon Buddha's hand.

It’s actually Wu Sheng!

At this time, Wu Sheng's body was swollen, his mouth was dripping with thick blood, and his eyes were closed, as if he was dead.

Jingfan was shocked when he saw this and shouted:

"Uncle Wusheng!"

Hearing Jingfan's cry, the headless demon general Sha Xinlie immediately turned around and said in a deep voice:

"Oh? Is there anyone else? Could this be the person Xue He was talking about?"

Before the headless demon general's murderous voice could settle down, his body had already flashed in front of Fan Jian.

He was nine feet tall and extremely burly, and Fan Jian's eyes were right on his broken neck.

Sha Xinlie seemed to be sizing up Fan Jian:

"Too thin! No, no, no..."

Before he finished speaking, Fan Jian spat out with a "vomit" sound.

"Wow! If it's so disgusting, man, you still have minced meat on your neck! Could you please trim it?"

Fan Jian said while squatting on the ground and vomiting wildly.

It's so disgusting.

The broken part of the neck seemed to be twisted rather than chopped, and the pieces of meat hanging down like strips looked extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Killing Heart Lie was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then turned to the Mad Demon Buddha and said:

"Is it really that disgusting?"

"It's true, I wasn't used to it at first." said the Demonic Buddha.

Shaxinlie scratched his non-existent head and said:

"It's really nerve-wracking. I have to express my gratitude when someone says that!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and waved, and a Fangtian Painted Halberd suddenly appeared in his hand.

The sword flashed, and the cold light shone on the iron clothes.

Fan Jian's breath suddenly stagnated, and he quickly jumped back, only to see the Qi of Fang Tian's painted halberd cutting open his clothes, leaving a deep wound on his abdomen, almost causing him to commit seppuku.

Fan Jian endured the pain and quickly drank a sip of wine. The injury immediately recovered, and he began to take these two people seriously.

Sha Xinlie stood holding Fang Tian's painted halberd. Looking at Fan Jian's appearance, he suddenly said curiously:

"Oh? He recovered so quickly, it took only a few seconds! I just don't know if your head has the ability to recover so quickly?"

"No!"

Fan Jian quickly pointed at Wu Sheng and said.

"I think that great monk's head suits you quite well!"

After hearing this, Killing Heart Lie immediately said: "Indeed!"

As he spoke, he turned his head to the Demonic Buddha and said:

"Crazy monk! Give him back to me, and I'll pretend nothing happened!"

"Hahaha!"

The Demonic Buddha heard this and immediately said:

"Although I have become a demon, I am still a monk! The demon Buddha is also a Buddha, and I will not let you hurt this master's life! If you want his head, defeat me first!"

When Sha Xinlie heard this, he snorted coldly and said:

"Okay! Then I'll have a good fight with you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and Fang Tian's painted halberd suddenly struck down. The blade set off a manic blade and slashed at the Mad Demon Buddha.

But the Mad Demon Buddha laughed, raised his hand and threw Wu Sheng to Fan Jian and said:

"Leave him to you! Leave this place to me! Don't you still have someone to save?"

When Fan Jian heard this, he immediately glanced at the Demonic Buddha and saw Ye Qingqing flying over. He immediately grabbed them and flew into the sky.

Before Fan Jian could fly far, he saw another figure flying from the blood river. A blade forced Fan Jian back and said in a deep voice:

"Brother, let me help you find the head!"

Fan Jian frowned and landed on the ground, and saw that the man was dressed just like Killing Heart Lie, except that his head was still there, holding a spear in his hand, standing proudly on the border.

The shape of the spear was extremely weird. The spear head was six feet long and six feet long. The spear head was shaped like a willow leaf magnified countless times, but its color was like flowing fire, faintly shining.

Fan Jian's expression suddenly darkened when he saw it. This gun was not an ordinary gun, and the strength of this demon was also ordinary.

Just listen to Tripterygium vine whisper:

"This is Sha Xinlie's younger brother, Sha Xinpo! The gun in his hand is called the Liuren Fire Willow Spear. It is very powerful and must not be defeated!"

Fan Jian glanced at him and was speechless.

This Thunder God Vine has become his little brother at this time, not only acting as the encyclopedia of the hell world, but also acting as a dog-headed strategist who makes suggestions!

The reason why he is said to be a dog-headed military strategist is because the idea given by the Tripterygium vine is really useless.

Fan Jian also knew that he was invincible.

But they were all killed in front of him, and he had Ye Qingqing, Jingfan, and now a half-dead Wu Sheng beside him, and he couldn't even run away!

I heard Sha Xinlie laughing and saying:

"Okay! Get the monk's head for me!"

Hearing this, Sha Xin Po immediately sneered, pointed his spear at Fan Jian and said:

"Hand over that monk!"

Fan Jian heard this and said quickly: "I will hand him over to you, will you spare my life?"

"No mercy!"

"Then what difference does it make whether I pay or not?" Fan Jian curled his lips and said.

"If you hand it over, you can die more easily!" Sha Xin Po said.

Fan Jian raised his hand and handed Wu Sheng to Jing Fan, turned his head and looked at Sha Xin Po and sneered:

"Okay, let's make a bet. If you can withstand three of my moves without getting hurt, I will give you this monk! How about it?"

But Sha Xin Po sneered and said, "Not so good!"

As soon as the voice fell, Sha Xin Po suddenly appeared in front of Fan Jian, holding the gun and shaking it, and suddenly a gun flower with infinite strength stabbed Fan Jian.

Fan Jian raised his hand and waved it, and the two swords of water and fire were already in his hands. The two swords each swung out a sword energy, and under the agitation of the energy, they took advantage of the recoil and jumped back more than ten steps.

Seeing this, Sha Xin Po snorted coldly, raised the gun again, shook the gun body, and stabbed at Fan Jian.

Fan Jian stepped on the Jiujiu Shen Gong step, wandering and parrying, but he couldn't help but get more and more frightened.

For some reason, this Sha Xin Po was always attacking Fan Jian with pure moves, but only covered the long spear with a layer of true energy.

But even so, Fan Jian's sword energy still shattered when it touched it.

And the exquisiteness of the spear technique was not inferior to Fan Jian's Great Extreme Innate Eight Swords. The spear body circled and broke through, and the spear tip never left Fan Jian's heart.

If it weren't for the support of the sword technique, plus the passive dodge of the Nine Nine Palace Steps, Fan Jian would have been stabbed into a hornet's nest in no less than dozens of rounds.

After dodging repeatedly, Fan Jian was a little anxious. He immediately crossed his two swords and shouted in a deep voice: "Six Voids and Eight Swords, Kan on the top and Li on the bottom, water and fire are in harmony!"

Then the water and fire sword energy came out together, surging across, the water sword was soft, the fire sword was fierce, the two sword energies were tightly combined, moving forward in unison, like two dragons rushing towards Sha Xin Po.