Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Fan Jian frowned immediately when he saw this.

Because he discovered something big, this group of land gods in the world of spiritual cultivation are still choosing one-on-one.

Gu Bufan dealt with Murderous Heart Lie alone.

Elder Dugu faced off against Killer Heart Po, Elder Shen found Shangtan Weng, and Xiang Yingqiong and Shui Yaoyao fought together.

Bai Shouren faced off against Feng Wanli, while Meng Sanqian and Guan Shuya were sarcastic.

Fan Jian was so angry that his teeth itched with hatred!

How long has it been since you wrote it? Why do you still care about the morality of the world? Wouldn't it be enough if a swarm of bees went up and beat each one to death?

Fan Jian shouted in a deep voice:

"What are you doing? Can't two of you fight one?"

Meng Sanqian sneered and said:

"A gentleman does what he does and what he doesn't do!"

"Fuck you, your gentleman does something and doesn't do something," Fan Jian said angrily and angrily.

"When you are dead and your head is on their body, others can do whatever they want and do whatever they want!"

Meng Sanqian blushed immediately when he heard this and said:

"Then I won't cooperate with Bai Shouren either!"

I heard Bai Shouren who was fighting on the side say:

"I beg you, please don't come, otherwise I will be sick to death!"

"I won't come if you say you can't? I still want to help you!" Meng Sanqian said, jumped up, raised his hand and stabbed Feng Wanli with a sword.

Feng Wanli immediately sneered when he saw this, spread his iron wings, and shouted in a deep voice:

"Qianqiu Yuhua Dao!"

The iron wings were seen instantly wielding thousands of blade-like sword energy, flying towards the two of them.

Meng Sanqian frowned slightly, his eyes flashed frequently, and in an instant he could clearly calculate the trends of the sword energy through the mental calculation sword technique. He pointed the sword edge and said in a deep voice:

"Corn!"

The sword point was pointed out one after another, and the sword energy immediately cut down most of the sword energy in front of him. However, there were still several subsequent blades flying towards him, which immediately made Meng Sanqian feel at a loss.

"Decapoints!"

Bai Shouren shouted in a deep voice and stopped in front of Meng Sanqian. He opened and closed his sword widely, and the sword light swept across and wiped out all the remaining sword energy.

Bai Shouren said in a deep voice:

"Three thousand, you are too rigid. Using corn together with decay points is the best solution!"

"I want you to mind your own business and get out of my way!" Meng Sanqian frowned, knocked Bai Shouren away, stepped forward with his sword, and stabbed Feng Wanli with his sword.

"Pythagorean!"

I saw that the sword body was drawing triangles one after another. It didn't seem to have much momentum or offensive power. It was just that wherever the sword body touched, the sword energy lingered for a long time, forming triangles of sword energy.

In addition, the power of the sword was extremely tricky, and Feng Wanli frequently dodged. Without paying attention, his wings touched the sword energy, and a burst of sparks suddenly erupted.

However, Feng Wanli was still a demon of thousands of years, so he only sneered, jumped back, and raised his hand to wave.

The wings on the back suddenly stretched out again, and at this time, the wings were like steel, shining coldly under the light.

"Iron Wing Xuanyu, every penny must be weighed!"

As Feng Wanli said, he rushed towards Meng Sanqian, waving his wings and striking like a huge blade.

The sword energy carried on the wings was condensed into reality. When one wing was chopped off, even the air around him was rippled with water ripples as if it had been chopped open.

Meng Sanqian quickly raised his hand and shouted with a sword:

"Both lose!"

Seeing this, Bai Shouren cursed secretly:

"idiot!"

With that said, he stepped forward, raised his hand and shouted with a sword:

"Insufficient surplus!"

He saw the two swords, and Meng Sanqian's sword stopped the sword light, but saw the sword light spread out and continued to attack Meng Sanqian.

But Bai Shouren's next sword blow was evenly distributed, attracting the sword energy and hitting Feng Wanli back.

Meng Sanqian's face suddenly turned pale when he saw this. He turned to look at Bai Shouren and said:

"you……"

"Three thousand, we haven't fought side by side for a long time!"

Bai Shouren smiled slightly, put one hand on his shoulder, and said in a deep voice.

"This guy should not be underestimated. Let's join forces and let him see the true power of our Confucian scholars' mind-calculating sword skills!"

Meng Sanqian frowned slightly, and just as he was about to say something, Bai Shouren pushed him away and said:

"careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a slash of sword energy. The air around him was turned like a whirlwind with unrivaled force, and Bai Shouren was instantly enveloped in it. Under the whirling sword energy, a stream of blood spattered.

"Ming Yang!" Meng Sanqian was shocked when he saw this. He calmly calculated the weakness of the whirlwind, pointed it out with his sword, and shouted in a deep voice.

"equation!"

As soon as the sword blade came out, the sword energy circled around the whirlwind twice, then suddenly went backwards, instantly stopping the whirlwind sword energy, and Bai Shouren immediately broke free from the restraints.

"How are you?" Meng Sanqian asked anxiously.

"It's nothing serious!" Bai Shouren said, panting slightly.

"The body is recovering, it seems to be the result of some kind of skills from Master Fan!"

Meng Sanqian nodded and said in a deep voice:

"Can I still fight?"

Bai Shouren smiled and raised his sword and said:

"sure!"

"Okay!" Meng Sanqian also said with a smile.

"Let us brothers have a good meeting with this birdman!"

The two of them said that, they raised their swords and rushed towards Feng Wanli from left to right.

Fengxing Pai Gongfa was born out of Hongrumen. It created Shuiyang Heart Sutra based on the Thirteen Classics of Renxue of Hongrumen, Fenggong Kendo based on Datong Swordsmanship, and the Second Swordsmanship of Six Arts Quanju.

Among them, the three sword arts of calculating the mind, the sword arts of Shushan, and the sword arts of etiquette are boldly combined into one, named the Three Sword Arts.

They are close attack, long attack, and defense, and the three sword arts of Yuexinfa, Shexinjian, and Yuxingzhi are combined into three arts, which have three effects: attacking the mind, confusing the mind, and body skills.

Among them, Bai Shouren took the strengths and made up for the weaknesses, abandoned many cumbersome extra moves in the original Hongrumen skills, and added his own understanding.

But not all reductions are good, and there are many things that Bai Shouren cannot understand.

And these are exactly what Meng Sanqian is good at.

At this time, the two abandoned the open and secret struggles of nearly a hundred years and joined forces, finally showing the power of Confucian swordsmanship.

Meng Sanqian stepped on the Yuxingshu, and used the calculating mind swordsmanship to constantly calculate Feng Wanli's movement trajectory in his mind, and then forced Feng Wanli's actions with every sword.

Bai Shouren stayed three steps away from Feng Wanli, sometimes harassing him with his sword energy, sometimes moving forward with a sword to attack the enemy, and he and Meng Sanqian fought back and forth, attacking and defending each other.

Feng Wanli was forced to retreat again and again, without any chance to fight back.

Feng Wanli was chased and beaten by the two, and he was already extremely angry. He turned his head to look in the direction of Shui Yaoyao, and saw that she was still fighting with Xiang Yingqiong. He gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"A feather in a thousand years, a hope in ten thousand years!"

As soon as the voice fell, Feng Wanli flapped his wings and turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the two.

Meng Sanqian saw this and hurriedly waved his sword to resist, but before he could raise the sword, he was immediately hit by a stream of light and flew out.

Feng Wanli was like a stream of light, flying and running around Meng Sanqian and Bai Shouren. His iron wings passed by, and as long as he was not careful, a deep blood mark would be left.

In less than ten breaths, both of them were covered with wounds and blood.