Fantasy: All my skills are passive

I saw Fan Jian swipe his pen and sign his name on the certificate of life and death.

"Brother Fan Jian is so loud, so let me compete with you in this first level!"

Pure Yang Sword Immortal Ludong Shenjun fell from the air with a flying sword, looked at Fan Jian and said with a smile.

"What a strong sense of oppression!" Fan Jian was shocked and looked at Divine Lord Ludong without speaking.

This Lord Ludong uses a sword like Fan Jian, and he is the strongest among the Eight Immortals. It seems that the first trial of the Eight Immortals is a tough one!

After saying that, Divine Lord Ludong didn't waste any time and walked straight to the center of the martial arts arena. He drew out the Pure Yang Sword and waited for Fan Jian to enter.

Fan Jian gritted his teeth and looked at Liang Qianjue, the Heavenly Punishment Sword Immortal. Then he bravely came to the center of the martial arts arena and faced the Lord Lu Dong.

"My trial is not that complicated. You just need to be able to defeat the sword in my hand. But because I use fire attribute Qi, you must also use fire attribute Qi!"

Lord Ludong looked at Fan Jian and said.

"What kind of unreasonable rule is this?" Fan Jian had a question mark on his forehead.

"The rules of the Eight Immortals Trial are that there are no rules. Everything is set by the Eight Immortals who participated in the trial and assessment!" Liang Qianjue said loudly at the side.

"I..." Fan Jian just wanted to curse!

"Brother Fan Jian, you must know that the purpose of the Eight Immortals Trial is not to embarrass you, but to promote you. You will come back to thank us in the future!" God Lord Ludong said as his body started to move.

The pure Yang sword in his hand turned fiery red and stabbed at Fan Jian at an extremely tricky angle!

"That's so fast!" Fan Jian quickly took the Nine-Nine Divine Palace Steps and flew back, with the Jingji sword guarding his chest.

"Nine-Nine Divine Palace Steps? Interesting, I'll play with you too!" Lord Ludong also followed Fan Jian in the Nine-Nine Divine Palace Steps, the red pure Yang sword clinging to Fan like a gangrene attached to the bone. Healthy.

"Oops, I forgot that this is the Mortal Alliance, the place where Gongyang Sword Immortal once stayed!"

Fan Jian felt panic in his heart and quickly picked up his sword to defend himself. His footwork and speed were not advantageous, so he felt a little overwhelmed.

As soon as the Jingji Sword touched the Pure Yang Sword, it immediately let out a huge buzzer. Fan Jian's arm hurt and he took several steps back, and then temporarily avoided the attack range of Lord Ludong.

The Jingji Sword Spirit seemed to be frightened and kept trembling in Fan Jian's hands.

"Boy, your heaven-level top-grade weapon has no advantage over my Pure Yang Sword, an immortal weapon!" Divine Lord Lu Dong said with some regret.

Speed ​​does not have an advantage, realm does not have an advantage, and weapons do not have an advantage. Fan Jian feels that this will be the most difficult battle in history.

"But don't worry, since it's a trial, I will know how to strike!" God Lord Ludong said, and slashed at Fan Jian again.

The red pure Yang sword was like a swimming dragon, constantly slashing at various parts of Fan Jian's body. Fan Jian could hardly resist, and the Jingji sword in his hand shook more and more violently.

"Jingji, don't be afraid, we will fight side by side!" Fan Jian shouted, injecting a large amount of true energy into Jingji's long sword, and raised the sword to fight with the pure Yang sword of Lord Ludong.

"Wow!" With a sound, Fan Jian's internal organs and blood surged, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. He flew ten meters away and knocked down a small tree before stopping.

Fan Jian was afraid that the Lord Ludong would take advantage of the victory and pursue him, so he stood up quickly, grabbed a handful of healing medicine from the mustard seed bracelet and stuffed it into his mouth. The injury improved instantly and he was fully recovered in a short time.

Fan Jian was extremely shocked. Although he didn't know how much of the strength God Lu Yue had used in the hard fight just now, Fan Jian clearly felt that God Lu Yue's strength was even greater than that of God of Thunder. .

Also shocked was the Lord Ludong. He thought that this sword attack would almost make Fan Jian retreat. At the very least, it would take a long time for him to heal his wounds and regulate his breathing before he could recover.

After all, Fan Jian has not even reached the realm of land immortal, but now he can withstand the attack of his own Daluo Jinxian, and he can also quickly recover from his injuries.

"No wonder the acting alliance leader said that this kid is a good young man. He seems to have many miracles in him. He needs to be serious about it!"

A slight smile appeared on the lips of Lord Ludong, and he was instantly full of fighting spirit. He was a swordsman who had ascended through the sword, so how could he not long for an opponent?

"There are two differences between swords: Dao swords and Dharma swords. Dao swords go in and out without being seen, and are used to kill and rape to remove the spirit. Dharma swords are seen by the world and use skills to treat people."

Divine Lord Ludong muttered something in his mouth, holding a pure Yang sword and attacking Fan Jian again, "Tao sword, Heavenly Escape Sword Technique, escape troubles!"

I saw the long sword in the hand of Lord Ludong instantly turned into an invisible sword shadow, and then the invisible sword shadow quickly stabbed towards Fan Jian, like the endless threads of three thousand worries, instantly surrounding Fan Jian.

There was no way to avoid it, and Fan Jian could only use fire attribute sword energy and moves. For a moment, Fan Jian was in trouble.

"No, we can't sit still and wait for death!"

"Six virtual swords and eight swords, the posture of Lihuo!"

Along with Fan Jian's roar, the Jingji sword was instantly filled with red fire-attributed Qi, and the sword body also reflected a ruddy luster. The Lihuo sword Qi accompanied the Lihuo sword power of the Eight Great Innate Swords. Spew out.

The ferocious fire made Fan Jian look like a flame troll, and he was forced to meet the pure Yang sword of Lord Ludong.

The countless sword shadows of the Pure Yang Sword peeled off the Fire Vein Sword Qi from Fan Jianjian layer by layer. At the same time, the Fire Vein Sword Qi was also trying to counterattack Shenjun Ludong.

But it was obvious that the momentum of the fire vein sword energy was weaker. Not long after, the countless sword shadows of the Tiandun sword technique were crushed by Fan Jian's fire vein sword energy, and the remaining sword shadows were all cut on Fan Jian's body.

Fan Jian was bleeding all over, and instantly became a bloody man, fainting on the martial arts field.

"The fire attribute true energy is pure enough, and the self-created fusion of the Six Void Sword Art and the Great Extreme Innate Eight Swords are also skillful enough, but the sword energy has not touched the essence - the fire force, what a pity!"

The sword flower of the Pure Yang Sword in the hand of Lord Lu Dong danced, and he put his hand behind his back.

"Cough cough..." Suddenly, Fan Jian, who fell to the ground, coughed violently, and his voice was weak, but he said clearly: "Lord Lu Dong, do you think this is the end? You underestimated me too much!"

As he spoke, Fan Jian struggled to get up, and stuffed another handful of healing medicine into his mouth, and then dripped the blood on his body into his mouth. The bloodthirsty rage skill and toughness skill were instantly activated, and his strength and momentum continued to soar.

But for some reason, Fan Jian, who had a powerful food therapy and instant healing skill, should have recovered from his injuries immediately, but after being hit by Lord Lu Dong's Tiandun sword technique, his recovery was much slower than before.