Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Bai Shouren nodded.

He knew what Fan Jian meant.

"Master Fan, don't worry! I'm very relaxed now!" Bai Shouren suppressed his anger, but said in a very calm tone, "I have fought with Sanqian for decades, and now I realize that I am just like a child!"

"Leave Sanqian's revenge to me!"

As Meng Sanqian spoke, he flew out, looked at Feng Wanli coldly, raised his hand and waved, with a long sword in his hand, without saying a word, he thrust the sword forward.

The Great Commander of Xuehe glanced at Fan Jian and said with a smile: "So who are you going to suppress? Your land immortal or Feng Wanli?"

Fan Jian sneered and said: "Do I have a choice?"

"Not necessarily not!"

The Great Commander of Xuehe said with a smile: "You can deliberately bet on him to lose!"

"Don't come on!" Fan Jian sneered, "Not to mention that Feng Wanli must be killed by Bai Shouren, even if there is no hatred, the result of betting on him to lose is that I lose the battle and win the bet, and the result will not change at all!"

"Stop loss, not necessarily not win!" The Great Commander of Xuehe shook his head and said, "Sometimes, in order to win, you can give up some things when necessary!"

"Forget it! That's your idea!" Fan Jian sneered, "In this fight, win-win means losing! I don't care about other people, Feng Wanli and Sha Xinlie have the blood of the god cultivation world on their hands, they must die!"

The Great Commander of Xuehe shook his head and said nothing more.

Fan Jian also turned his head to look at the fight between Bai Shouren and Feng Wanli.

Bai Shouren did not choose to dodge directly at this time, but took the initiative to attack with the Nine-Nine Palace Steps, as if to vent, and the sword was always chasing Feng Wanli.

Feng Wanli looked at his attack coldly, but kept dodging sideways.

"You are very angry!" Feng Wanli said with a sneer on his face, "The one who died was your friend?"

Bai Shouren snorted coldly and said, "It's my brother!"

"Hehe... For the revenge of my brother, the sword is full of anger, which is understandable!" Feng Wanli said, "But I am not inferior to anyone in close combat!"

Feng Wanli said, raised his hand and waved, and his wings spread out. The wings held Bai Shouren's long sword like a blade, and the other wing slashed at Bai Shouren.

Bai Shouren retreated quickly when he saw this, and the sword body straightened, and a sword energy flew towards Feng Wanli, and then he stepped on the Nine-Nine Palace Steps again to force forward.

Just as Feng Wanli blocked the sword energy, the sword tip flew up again, and the sword never left his heart.

"Hmph! You don't know what you can do!" Feng Wanli snorted coldly and shouted in a deep voice, "Clouds Crossing Iron Wings!"

Then he spread his wings, and the wings were extended like a blade. Each feather was like a hook on the iron wing. When the wings were waving, the sky was full of wing shadows.

Bai Shouren looked at the wing with a sharp gaze, and waved his long sword non-stop to block the wing shadows in the sky, but a trace of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Feng Wanli sneered at this and shouted in a deep voice: "You want revenge with this little ability! Iron Wings Locking Clouds!"

Then he saw the wings spread again, wrapping Bai Shouren tightly like a chain, and the feathers on the iron wings were embedded in his flesh and bones like hooks, causing blood to flow and his flesh to be blurred.

Feng Wanli sneered and was about to continue to exert force, when he saw Bai Shouren suddenly sneer on his face and shouted in a deep voice: "Three thousand! I will avenge you!"

Then he saw a sword energy suddenly appear from the hands of Bai Shouren, who was wrapped in iron wings, passing through the iron wings and rushing straight towards Feng Wanli.

Feng Wanli felt a pain in his heart, looked down, and saw a blood hole the size of a bowl in his heart, bleeding.

"Why..." Feng Wanli was stunned.

Once again...

The last time they fought, neither of them was as good as him, but this time any one of them could defeat him alone, why?

The Manjushage flower demon in the heart was repairing his broken heart, but Feng Wanli's eyes had gone dark and he fell to the ground again.

Bai Shouren did not hesitate, raised his hand and waved it, and a sword finger and sword energy shot out at a high speed, instantly shooting Feng Wanli's body into pieces. The Manjushage flower demon kept repairing his body, but it could not keep up with the speed of Bai Shouren's destruction.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

Bai Shouren had hot tears in his eyes.

Two hundred years of brotherhood, now ignited the anger of revenge, turned into angry sword energy to tear Feng Wanli's body apart.

Until the body was shattered, countless red spider lilies flowed out, looking like a tangled mass of blood, Bai Shouren coldly threw the hidden weapon magic weapon given to him by Fan Jian.

The magic weapon rolled to the side of the flesh and blood, and suddenly burst into a burst of blazing white light, which instantly devoured the flesh and blood, and then the white light gradually thinned, and when it completely disappeared, everything was gone, leaving only a dark pit.

"Kill?"

"We won?"

Everyone looked at Bai Shouren who was stunned in the place from a distance, and they were so excited that they couldn't speak.

It seems to have won.

But what is the price to pay?

A land immortal fell, 8,000 people died tragically, and almost no god cultivators of the upper strength of Hongru Sect were left.

Even if these people can save their Nascent Soul and Divine Mind, how many of them can recover their original strength? The time spent in the process is countless!

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little sad, and their eyes turned to Fan Jian who was standing with the Great Commander of Xuehe.

"Master Fan... we must save them all..."

Fan Jian was frowning when a system prompt suddenly came.

"Expected, Little Submissive Value +29615..."

"Expected, Little Submissive Value +16497..."

"Expected, Little Submissive Value +34615..."

Looking at those expectant eyes, Fan Jian felt for the first time that it was so painful to get Little Submissive Value...

"Not bad," the Blood River Commander said with a smile, "Show the enemy weakness and wait for the opportunity to kill with one blow! Did you teach them that kind of footwork and strange sword energy?"

Fan Jian snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense, you should fulfill your promise!"

The Blood River Commander smiled and waved his hand, and saw countless bright red Manjusaka flower demons peeled off from the demon on Zhujie Mountain.

Then he threw out the divine thoughts and Yuanying in his hand, and those Manjusaka flower demons immediately merged with the divine thoughts and Yuanying, and then the blood color churned, and after a while, fresh lives appeared in front of everyone.

They all looked almost the same as before, except that their cultivation had completely disappeared, and some of them looked as if they had suddenly aged by a dozen years.

And the Manjusaka flower demon also broke away from each other, turning into a handful of ashes, as if it was completely dead.

Seeing this, Fan Jian snorted coldly and said, "What else?"

The Blood River Commander smiled and turned to look at a group of eagle demons among the hell demons.

The demons were immediately shocked and quickly flapped their wings to jump away.

But the Blood River Commander raised his hand and waved, and a stream of blood suddenly rushed into the bodies of the demons. In a flash, all the eagle demons exploded into a blood mist, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

Shui Yaoyao frowned and looked at the scene in front of her, without saying a word.