I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"what sound?"

On the ruins of the Hall of Sin, everyone raised their ears and looked left and right, clearly hearing that voice.

It was very slight, but it pierced the skin lightly like a needle prick.

It doesn't hurt, but it makes people's hair stand up instantly!

"Know..."

The sound is getting louder rapidly, coming from the east!

The gravel, floating dust, broken grass, broken blades on the ruins of the Hall of Sin...all the dead things began to tremble slightly.

"It's not an illusion..."

"My sword is moving!"

Until even the sword in his hand was implicated and began to tremble, and the amplitude was rapidly increasing.

It was only then that many spiritual masters realized that their feelings the moment Xu Xiaoshou photographed the dead characters on the Falling Abyss just now were not fake.

The sword really moved!

"Everything is a sword!"

"This is everything is a sword!"

"Only Gu Jianxiu can do it with his sword intent, and the range is huge, no, it's too big! It's like..."

Someone's expression became fanatical, and he was too excited to speak.

Because looking around, in just a moment, the thousands of dead things on the ruins of the Hall of Sin are all floating in the air.

Every grain of sand, every weed released a piercing sword intent, and one would feel stinging pain at a glance, and fear at the sound of smelling it.

Not only the Hall of Sin, but also the Thousand Miles Teleportation Mirror technique illuminated other places on the Void Island at the right time.

The vision happening in any place at this moment is exactly the same as the one above the ruins of the Temple of Sin.

"Like what?" Someone asked.

The man holding the sword in his hand was trembling with excitement in the end, and he simply let go of the restraint, allowing the sword in his hand to fly up into the sky together with thousands of sand and stones around him, his expression became dazed, and he murmured softly:

"One sword, one sword fairy!"

"It's like, it's like... the Eighth Sword Immortal from the past is back!"

...

"Know it!"

In the east of the falling abyss, the sound of breaking wind brought by the sound of swords was extremely ear-piercing.

The Xuancang Divine Sword is about to be released, and Rao Yaoyao needs a lot of effort to hold this sword that has not fully recognized its owner.

】

She remembered something and looked to the east.

At the same time, Yan Wuse and Situ Yong also stopped what they were doing and looked eastward.

A little cold light comes first, and then the flying sword soars into the sky!

It was a very ordinary black iron sword, without any spiritual energy, not even a tenth-grade spiritual sword.

Breaking through the air at high speed made Feijian burn red.

According to common sense, this sword should have melted into molten iron halfway and disappeared.

But there is a ray of silver sword thought attached to it, which is very faint and shallow.

It is the existence of this ray of sword thought that protects the black iron sword, and makes it move all things on the void island to fly into the sky when it comes to the east, as if welcoming the emperor back.

"Eight Masters..."

Xu Xiaoshou, who had become colorless, suddenly had light in his eyes, and he didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.

He watched the cold light break through the air, and finally the black iron sword clanged, nailing him in the middle of Yan Wushi.

"boom!"

The space of Fallen Abyss was shattered with a huge mouth, as if dividing a boundary between life and death.

The silver sword thought tore through the Milky Way, sending everyone Xu Xiaoshou flying.

But Yan Wuse on the opposite side stopped early, narrowly dodging the blow.

The red-hot Xuantie sword was still trembling violently, making sparrow chirps, and soon there was a chilling sound on the sword:

"Use the sword as the boundary, and those who cross the boundary will die!"

The sound waves spread out, echoing heavily.

At this moment, Master Mandao raised his head, no matter where he was, he could hear this sound very clearly.

And when this sound came out, some people were even more excited.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal!"

"This is the voice of the Eighth Sword Immortal, I've heard it, I'm sure!"

"He really came, Xu Xiaoshou, he really summoned the Eighth Sword Immortal."

"Come on, Ba Zunfu has come out before, and I have heard this voice many times just now." Someone calmly poured cold water on it.

"It's different, it's different..."

On the ruins of the Hall of Sin, almost dozens of people stared angrily at the same time, and someone retorted:

"There can be many Eighth Sword Immortals, but there is only one Eighth Sword Immortal!"

"In the battle of the ten seats, every time he made a move, it was accompanied by such visions."

"Decades have passed, and there are those who imitate the Eighth Sword Immortal, but who can imitate his momentum?"

"Who can really do it, a black iron sword, the whole city is shocked?"

There is no way to doubt this.

And from the words themselves, it can be heard that this person has been deeply poisoned by the Eighth Sword Immortal's "one poem and one sword".

At this moment, the entire void island raised sword dust all over the sky, making people feel like they were in a mortal fairyland, and this was only because of a sword coming from the east.

"Well done!"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't even pretend to be colorless, and immediately changed back to his original body, his face full of fearlessness.

Standing on the other side of the line of life and death separated by the black iron sword, he looked at the three people opposite him, as if he had been pushed from behind angrily, and his chest stood up immediately.

"Use the sword as the boundary, and those who cross the boundary will die! Listen to what the eight masters of my family said!"

"Who dares to come and try?"

"Who is there! Speak!"

Rao Yaoyao held the Xuancang Excalibur tightly, stared at Xu Xiaoshou, and did not speak.

She could hardly control herself!

Xuan Cang Shenjian's excitement was not because it wanted to let go and recognize others as masters.

Rather, it actually regards the red-hot black iron sword as the most important opponent at this moment, and wants to fight it.

That's just a red-hot black iron sword!

But, that was the sword thrown by the eight masters!

Rao Yaoyao had mixed feelings in her heart and couldn't put it into words.

Having not seen the eight masters for many years, she has reached the holy realm, and she thinks she can stabilize one of them.

Unexpectedly, the opponent only used a black iron sword, and the divine sword Xuancang in her hand lost the ability to fight.

And so far, people have not seen...

Yan Wuse looked at the young man with flushed face opposite him. After a long silence, his drooping eyelids twitched a few times.

"Mouth."

He looked around and found that there were no figures familiar with the eight deities.

So the dead character is really like what Xu Xiaoshou said, it can indeed summon the eight masters.

But there is a discrepancy, in fact, only one sword that can be summoned by the eight masters?

"Do you know, now you are like a dog barking through the fence, pretending to be a tiger, shameless." Yan Wuse turned his head, with sarcasm on his lips.

Ah, do I like it?

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help touching his face, it was a little hot.

"Insulted, passive value, +1."

This face suddenly became hotter.

But Xu Xiaoshou didn't mind, so he yelled a few more times:

"Shame? Are you talking about shame?"

"The combined ages of all of you are worth hundreds of me, but you gang up on bullying me, a young man who is less than twenty years old. Are you polite?"

He had just had his birthday and was nineteen.

Hidden in the envoy of heavenly secrets, the immature Situ Yongren touched his smooth face and realized that he had been averaged.

That's not the point.

The point is, Xu Xiaoshou's words really awakened the world.

That's right, a person has to be very good to be targeted by several saints at the age of eighteen or nineteen.

After killing for so long, still can't kill?

Before the Thousand Miles Teleportation Technique, a group of spirit masters fell silent, and some of them had already started digging the ground, preparing to bury themselves.

Let people live?

Xu Xiaoshou, so less than twenty?

Yan Wuse was also choked up by these words and couldn't make a sound.

It is undeniable that at the moment, he is indeed too serious to treat Xu Xiaoshou as an opponent of the same level.

Because of that punch before...

But the fact is that the two are even separated by several generations.

"Xu Xiaoshou, where are your eight masters?" Yan Wuse avoided the embarrassing topic, he wanted to kill someone.

One Xu Xiaoshou is obviously not enough.

If the Eight Masters really dare to come out, then today will be called consummation, and he can avenge his beloved disciple.

"What do you think?" Xu Xiaoshou sneered, "He threw out his sword, if you think he is not here, then try to cross the line!"

"Okay." Yan Wuse didn't even have half a word of nonsense, stepped forward and crossed the boundary between life and death.

The whole world suddenly became quiet.

Before the teleportation surgery, everyone's hearts were raised in their throats, full of anticipation.

Among the envoys of heavenly secrets, the No. 2 senior Situ Yong, the manipulator, has already given a pre-order: if there is danger, retreat first and be respectful.

Rao Yaoyao held onto the trembling Xuancang Divine Sword, raised her eyes to look at the void sky moat, and Yan Lao who had crossed the sky moat, her eyes flashed uneasy.

After Yan Wuse crossed the boundary, he stopped and stood.

Pausing for a few breaths, he looked back to the left and right, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Xu Xiaoshou, the emperor is here, and then?"

One of Xu Xiaoshou's eyes was big and the other was small, and his whole body was extremely stiff, as if petrified.

Then?

Then what about the eight gods?

You just threw a mortal sword over and said nonsense, now that someone has crossed the line, you don't even let a fart go?

"Hehe, Old Yan, what do I mean..."

"A dog on a chain barks the happiest, and when the chain is broken, it trembles." Yan Wuse interrupted coldly, with a stun gun in his hand, ready to throw it in the air.

"Fuck you, uncle!"

Xu Xiaoshou's sentence is definitely not scolding Yan Wuse, he is scolding Ba Zunfan.

This guy is so unreliable.

It's okay to delay the dead characters for so long.

This so-called "one sword comes from the east", I thought it would have some substantial effect.

The results of it?

Old Ba, Lao Ba, your sword is just like your people. Although it is famous, it is rotten to the bone.

"Wow!"

Xu Xiaoshou turned into Yan Wuse on the spot, furiously yelled at Yan Wuse, then made hands and feet together, and ran away.

"Death to this emperor!"

Yan Wuse's anger was instantly aroused, and the Dian Liang gun was thrown out.

At this moment, black air gushes out from the sky moat that was shattered by the red-hot black iron sword.

"Woo--"

At the same time, over the nine heavens, dark clouds gathered.

As soon as the strange sound was born, the entire void island went from day to dusk, and it seemed that it would soon sink into night.

The pressure is coming!

"Pumbapum."

On the void island, all the dust and gravel suspended in the air fell to the ground and were smashed into powder.

"Bang bang bang."

On the ruins of the Hall of Sin, the thousand swords fell, and ninety-nine percent of the spiritual masters were crushed to their knees.

"what's the situation?"

Everyone was horrified, but even the simple movement of raising their heads became extremely difficult at this moment.

The transmission of the mirror from a thousand miles has become incomparably awkward.

There are heavy and heavy fluctuations brushing down on it, pulling people out of shape-the manifestation of momentum?

"Snapped!"

On the falling abyss, the electric gun that flew through the sky had just been released, and it shattered into spots of light on the spot.

Yan Wushi shrank, realizing something was wrong, and suddenly raised his eyes.

Black clouds overwhelm the city, and thunder rolls, like a demon god waking up and casting his eyes on the world.

"Well!"

Xu Xiaoshou, who was running wildly, let out a muffled snort, feeling a heavy weight on his shoulders, and his body fell sharply.

What the hell?

When I looked up, the sky became pitch black.

The space collapsed, like the end of the world.

"This momentum..."

Xu Xiaoshou finally realized that the heavy pressure on his shoulders came from the aura of an unknown person.

He felt that he had returned to the time when he had just drawn out his breath and had just met the giant in the illusion.

horrible!

"Ugh!"

Soon, the pressure intensified, with almost no upper limit!

Xu Xiaoshou's face was ferocious, and he was in so much pain that the flesh on his face couldn't help being pulled down, and his eyes were about to be blown out.

But he was still holding on, unwilling to be under this inexplicable pressure, so he knelt down.

"Heart swordsmanship, all eyes are demons!"

Xu Xiaoshou shouted from his heart, and the images of swallowing mountains and rivers and heart swordsmanship came out together, giving himself a kind of resistance of "my fate is up to me".

Snapped!

He was like an ant, trampled over by the invisible giant in the sky, and continued to fall.

"Fuck!"

"Stop playing, disappearing technique!"

Xu Xiaoshou disappeared, isolating 70% to 80% of the pressure.

But other people on the void island don't have the disappearing technique, they just feel that there are spirits on their shoulders, and there are many ghosts on their heads.

"Kaka!"

The god of heaven and earth made his head hang down heavily, his whole body made a sound of being overwhelmed, and his hands drooped, almost torn apart by the heavy pressure.

Rao Yaoyao could no longer hold the Xuancang Excalibur in her hand, she let go in time, and covered the sling on her fragrant shoulder.

"Slap."

Yan Wuse only looked up at the sky.

With just one look, the next second he split in two and fell into the abyss.

"Use the sword as the boundary, and those who cross the boundary will die!"

The red-hot black iron sword is the only unmoved thing on the entire void island.

When the voice of the eight masters sounded on the sword body again, the chaotic energy accumulated in the falling abyss turned into thousands of swords and swept through the sky.

Chi Chi Chi!

Wan Jian returns to the sect!

And this "Zong" is the void moat that the red-hot black iron sword shook open, the monstrous rift connecting the unknown world.

"Old Yan—"

After Rao Yaoyao protected the sling, she grabbed the Xuancang Excalibur first, and then went to rescue Yan Lao.

Yan Wuse, who was split in two, failed to recover for a short time!

It is conceivable how much pressure he has suffered from that glance just now.

Perhaps, what everyone on Void Island experienced was the aftermath of momentum, and Yan Wushi was the only target of that overwhelming pressure.

——Those who cross the boundary, die!

Rao knew this, so Rao Yaoyao couldn't care less.

But she just wanted to cross the boundary to save people, and in the sky, black energy surged up into the sky.

In those energies, there are clearly remnants of the aura of Holy Tribulation and Emperor Tribulation.

But at this moment, everything has turned into a torrent based on devil energy.

It is based on the boundary between life and death, separating Rao Yaoyao and Yan Wuse, just like separating Yin and Yang.

"Life and death are determined by me, and reincarnation is determined by me."

"All living beings in the world of mortals, if you unite, you will be liberated!"

Rao Yaoyao's eyes were cold, and a sword light flashed all over her body.

The images of all living beings in the world of mortals appeared all over the sky, and in the black world of demonic energy, they found the lost human power for the world.

Xuancang stood up, held the sword and slashed!

"Human Sword·Cang Sheng Slash!"

The sword that gathered all the reckless power of all living beings in the world of mortals turned into a pink sword light, and slashed directly at the boundary wall of the torrent of demonic energy that separates yin and yang on the boundary line between life and death.

boom!

The black air flow rolled to both sides, and then concaved hard.

But when he rolled up again, he was able to block the attack of this sword!

"How can it be?"

"This has surpassed the defense of the semi-sacred level. How far has the eight masters grown?"

Rao Yaoyao Tong Kong trembled, Xuancang swirled, divided nine swords, and ordered to go again.

"Nine swordsmanship, infinite number!"

Xiuxiu's nine "Human Sword · Cangsheng Slash" superimposed each other, and with a bang, they finally cut through the boundary wall of the torrent of devilish energy.

Rao Yaoyao didn't dare to delay, broke into the black world, and wanted to bring back Yan Lao.

"Ow!

! "

At this moment, a loud dragon chant resounded through the sky.

All the pressure disappeared at the same time, Rao Yaoyao's tender body trembled, her beautiful eyes widened, she stopped all movements in her hands, and raised her head in a daze.

"This, this is?!"

On the ruins of the Temple of Sin, apart from the waste that was crushed into pieces, the remaining spiritual masters who survived were also able to look up at the sky.

The city is full of dark clouds, and dragons are in it;

Without seeing its head, its scales are huge in the sky!

"Papa..."

In just an instant, the Void Island blew up thousands of pairs of eyeballs.

After the dragon's chant, a deep voice suppressed anger resounded, sweeping across the entire void island:

"Who is holding the flame python, and whose name is Xu Xiaoshou?"

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