I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"ah--"

A piercing scream pierced the sky.

The storyteller clutched his head desperately, looking at the body of the masked man who had been directly pierced, he lost control of himself.

"call out!"

At this moment, the ground suddenly trembled.

In the next second, four swords turned back from the ground.

"Chi~"

There was another sound, and this time the masked man fell on his back, and was even lifted up directly, and was taken high into the sky.

"ah--"

The storyteller's screams were about to stop, but seeing the masked man suffer a second injury, he lost control again.

Tzenchov grinned and covered his ears, almost being pierced by these two screams, causing eardrums to bleed.

"what's the situation?"

It was too late to stop what was happening in front of him, but Cenchov also witnessed the whole process from one side.

This sudden black sword is completely uncontrollable, why can it pass through the chest seat for the second time?

"what happened……"

"Keng--"

Haven't had time to think about it yet.

The masked man who was taken up into the sky by Yousijian had already fallen from a high altitude, and was fixed on the ground by the fierce sword.

The body followed and slid down.

Injured for the third time, the masked man was finally woken up from a coma.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood was spurted out first.

Immediately, confusion finally appeared in the masked man's cloudy eyes, and he saw the black shadow that hurt himself, "Yes, are there four swords?"

Tzenchov was taken aback.

There are four swords?

This black sword has four swords?

With a swipe, he rushed over.

But there is someone faster than him.

The storyteller took a stride forward and swooped up in front of the masked man. He stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to help but didn't dare.

"elder brother!"

"Brother, how are you? Does it hurt..."

"Nonsense." The masked man was so angry that he moved his lips together a few times, and finally turned into a twitching sentence, "First, help me pull out the sword first."

"Can't help!"

The storyteller stretched his hands back and forth, squatted down and stood up again, "There are four swords here, and I can't hold back their vicious aura!"

"you……"

The masked man was gasping for breath in pain, feeling the boundless ferocious power being crazily poured into his body, as if he wanted to directly crush his frail body.

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"If you don't hurry up, I'm really going to die!"

"People, people..."

The storyteller stretched out his hand hesitantly, about to grasp it.

"Stupid you!"

In a blink of an eye, Cenqiaofu slapped his hand back, "Forgot about the power of space? Are there four swords that you can easily touch?"

"Ooh."

Only then did the storyteller regain his composure from his panic.

Tzenchov couldn't stand it anymore.

"Get out of the way, old man!"

He pushed the storyteller away, and threw back the small ax in his hand.

Immediately, under the horrified gaze of the masked man, he slashed across fiercely.

"Keng--"

How can four swords withstand such strength?

Even if it was directly drawn away!

However, the sword was shot horizontally, but it didn't break away from the masked man's body. Instead, it led the man to circle crazily at high altitude for dozens of weeks, before being nailed into the ground again with a "clang". middle.

"I……"

The protruding eyeballs of the masked man could not be retracted at all, and he only had time to utter a word before being nailed into a faint again.

"ah--"

For the third time, the storyteller's roar choked the sky.

He jumped up like crazy, accusing: "Old man, you did a good job!"

Tzenchov was stunned.

This kind of result of being sent flying with both a person and a sword was something he never imagined.

Shouldn't it be that one ax goes down, and four swords are bounced off?

what?

Doesn't it have suction power, can it suck people away?

"Brother, brother!"

The storyteller ran to squat down in front of the masked man again, tears streaming down his face.

"You can't die, brother..."

He finally thought of Yin Yang Life and Death?, opened it with a swipe, and ordered the four swords to leave this space.

But……

"Buzz!"

Four swords seemed to feel that an external force was interfering with them, and trembled crazily.

The high-frequency amplitude, almost every second, can make the masked man twitch violently until he wakes up and faints again.

"how so?"

The storyteller was dumbfounded, and immediately stopped the power of space.

"Can't pull it out?"

Tzenchov was also frightened.

Are these four swords enmity with the first seat, stuck in his body and unable to come out?

Or……

Seeing the masked man's entire face gradually blacken, Cenchov realized something was wrong.

He knew how terrifying the first seat's sword intent was.

These four swords are so vicious, it cannot be said that they are crazily absorbing nutrients at this moment.

And with the weak body and bones of the first seat, can it resist it?

"Get out of the way, old man!"

Cenchov pushed the storyteller away again and drew his sword.

The storyteller quit: "Old man, if you want to murder brother, just tell me, it's impossible for people to let you do it today!"

"Can you pull it out?" Zenchov was immediately angry.

"People, homes can't be pulled out..."

The storyteller was stunned, and retorted: "You can?"

"Step aside!"

Tzenchov didn't have time to chat with this perverted man.

This guy just cares about chaos.

If it drags on, if the first seat is not killed by the black sword, it will be driven mad by the power of the fierce demon.

With one hand, the storyteller was exiled in place, and Cenchov immediately passed him to the masked man.

After thinking about it, he held it with one hand.

"Old man!"

The storyteller shattered the space in the blink of an eye, and it was too late to stop it.

He could only watch helplessly as Cenchov grasped the black sword with his physical body.

"Buzz!"

There are four swords shaking again.

The black ferocious power was divided into two groups, pouring all the way into Cenchov's body.

"Crazy, crazy..."

The storyteller immediately saw that the power of this ominous demon was by no means ordinary.

In the space of ancient books, even if Xu Xiaoshou became the second son of a holy slave, the level of sword intent displayed by Xu Xiaoshou is estimated to be less than one ten-thousandth of what it is now!

"Why did you suddenly go crazy?"

The storyteller was about to collapse, he covered his forehead with his hands, and opened his mouth.

"Shut up!"

Tzenchov shouted immediately.

He didn't have to pay extra attention to the storyteller's cry when he drew his sword.

"Give this old man... open!"

Gritting his teeth, even though his right arm was completely soaked in black, Cenchov still did not give up, and pulled up the hilt of his sword as hard as he could.

"Chi~"

The blade leaves the ground.

But what made people desperate was that the masked man was still hunched over, and was lifted up.

"this……"

Tzenchov was dumbfounded.

What's the matter?

He went straight up and pressed his head against the chief's chest.

"offend!"

"Boom!"

There was an explosion in the void, and the masked man's chest was kicked to pieces.

However, due to the opposing forces, Cenchov finally drew out four of his swords.

"ah--"

The storyteller couldn't hold back anymore.

He looked at his brother's chest that had been kicked to pieces with tears in his eyes, and he couldn't stop the killing intent from the soul level.

"Old man, I killed you!"

"What are you going to do?" Cenchov gripped the fierce sword tightly, and pointed the tip of the sword at the storyteller, "If you mess around again, the old man will slash you first, don't you believe it?"

"Ahhh!"

"Don't bark!"

"ah--"

"puff!"

"Ah—hey? Brother, brother, have you thought about it?"

The masked man finally woke up from the pain again.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he subconsciously covered his chest with his hands.

But covered a lonely.

"No, gone?"

The masked man looked down and froze on the spot.

Even if there were four swords piercing through the chest just now, the wound is not as big as it is!

In the next second, he only realized it belatedly and began to gasp.

"hiss."

The severe pain from his chest almost made him die on the spot.

"What's going on?" Cenchov didn't intend to explain at all, he held up the trembling Yousijian, as if he wanted to return to the first seat to absorb nutrients, and asked aloud.

"What's going on, do you still dare to ask?"

The storyteller roared, turned his head and bitterly reported to the masked man: "It's him, the wound on your chest was kicked out by this old man, I saw it with my own eyes."

"alright!"

The masked man waved his hand with difficulty, as if he didn't intend to pursue it at all.

Under the intertwined combination of sword intent on the tattered chest, he regained his mobility in a short while, supported the ground, and stood up with all his strength.

"what happened?"

"Where did you bring this sword?"

Turning his head to the storyteller, the masked man raised his two fingers familiarly while asking.

"Tick tock..."

The power of the ferocious demon as black as ink turned into drops of black blood and was ejected from the sword finger.

"I don't know wow!"

The storyteller was stunned, "I didn't get this sword at all, it was brought by myself."

"Follow yourself?"

The masked man was stunned, "You didn't take it, and you're not Gu Jianxiu, why did it come with you?"

"People..."

The storyteller was questioned.

yes!

How could there be four swords coming with me, it is not...

"Who held the sword before?" The masked man narrowed his eyes.

"Wen Ming!"

The storyteller's pupils dilated, as if thinking of something.

"Wen Ming was the one holding the sword, and he also did the explosion. He wanted to blow up the White Cave and escape."

"Yes, this sword is controlled by him."

"He's here?"

At this point in the question, the storyteller was stuck by his own speculation.

What a joke!

Just like Wen Ming's cowardice, if he has a chance to escape from his control, if he doesn't grasp it, he still follows?

What are you doing here?

Come here to confront the three saints and slaves?

He has the guts? !

"Wen Ming..."

The masked man heard an unexpected name, and confirmed, "Who knows?"

"Who else is there, just the one you mentioned!" The storyteller's voice was much higher in decibels.

The masked man frowned: "Did you find him?"

"Um."

The storyteller nodded, "Not only did he find it, he even fought against him. You didn't know that in the ancient book space..."

"Hey, I say!"

A weak voice was suddenly interrupted from one side.

The two looked sideways, and saw that Cenchov's entire face was completely dark.

That drooping expression seemed to be going to extremes and enter a state of berserk in the next second.

"I said you two, have you forgotten something?" Tzenchov gasped.

The masked man looked at the black sword that was still trembling wildly in his hand, immediately smiled apologetically, and said, "I'm sorry, sorry, I forgot about it, let it go."

"open?"

Even though he was about to be dazzled by the power of the fierce demon, Cenchov still felt that this proposal was absurd.

Once this sword is released, it must not penetrate your chest again?

Do you still want to live?

The storyteller turned sideways and immediately blocked in front of the masked man.

"No problem."

The masked man reached out to push the storyteller away, and said seriously, "Just let go."

"Are you sure?" Cenchov felt that he was going to be overwhelmed.

The power injected into the body by this broken sword seems to be endless.

If he persisted, he felt that he was going to hurt his foundation.

I really don't know how those ancient sword cultivators controlled this peerless fierce sword?

"Um."

The masked man nodded expressionlessly, and Cenchov immediately let go of the black sword without insisting.

"Keng--"

There was a clang of four swords, and they switched from the state of hanging directly on the ground to the attacking posture in the air.

The tip of the sword was aimed at the masked man in an instant, and stabbed suddenly.

"Stop it!"

The masked man didn't flinch at all, and immediately shouted.

In the next second, a scene that shocked everyone appeared.

Before the four swords were about to pierce the masked man's chest, they stopped with a buzz, as if they were bound tightly by the power of heaven, unable to move.

Tzenchov's pupils shrank.

He is beheading.

How could he fail to hear the sound of the first seat, but it was really a simple order, not even a half of the power of the rules of heaven was invoked.

That's it……

Fierce sword, stopped?

The storyteller also had surprise in his eyes, and his eyes swept back and forth at the masked man and You Sijian.

A question arose in both of their minds.

Again, the storyteller and Cenchov met each other's eyes, and they both chose to keep silent.

"Buzz!"

There were four swords to stop the forward momentum and then a shock, the black fierce power burst out.

"enough."

The masked man's tone softened, but he looked at the black sword in front of him, but remained unmoved.

"Buzz!"

Four swords trembled again.

The power of the ferocious demon is so powerful that it almost blackens this world.

The masked man clenched his fists, as if he was about to reach out.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and shook his head slowly.

There are four swords suddenly quiet.

In the next second, its sword body shook slightly.

"Boom—"

In an instant, sword intent criss-crossed in all directions.

In a radius of tens of miles, the infinite black sword energy suddenly exploded, directly tearing the entire space into a black hole.

"Fuck!"

Cenchov was startled, subconsciously took a few steps back.

The storyteller stepped forward, and could see that even during the explosion, the land under the masked man's feet was still intact.

He rolled his eyes and chose to retreat.

The two bystanders looked at each other again, and the light speed moved away.

The masked man closed his eyes deeply.

Once opened again, the eyes have returned to calm.

He ignored the black sword in front of him, and turned his gaze to the storyteller, "You said earlier, the new sword-bearer of the black sword is Wen Ming?"

"Uh-huh."

The storyteller nodded, but shook his head again: "No, no, it's not a sword bearer, but it's just a preliminary approval of having four swords, so I can borrow a little strength."

He glanced around apprehensively.

"It's not that scary..."

If you really knew that the black sword was so terrifying, whoever killed his storyteller would never have given that little Wen Ming a chance to fight.

If this kind of attack exploded at that time...

Even if he can't be killed by the explosion, he will be killed by this nasty fierce sword energy!

"Where are people?"

The masked man ignored the four swords trembling again, took a step across, and came to the storyteller.

"The swords have already arrived, you said Wen Ming, where are the people?"