I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"Sword intent?"

Stuck at this critical juncture, the eyelids of the sleepy masked man on Tzenchov's back trembled, and slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he raised his head, his eyes focused on the billowing dust and smoke thousands of miles away.

Immediately, he turned his head belatedly, and looked at the middle-aged man in the blue robe who was facing the young man and left his back to him.

"Gou Wuyue..."

The masked man murmured in a low voice as if reminiscing, and he was thinking about something in his cloudy eyes. It took a long time to fix his eyes on the famous sword in Gou Wuyue's hand, the voice of Nu Lan.

"Buzz!"

Responding to the sound of the sword, there seemed to be a monster wind blowing in the sky and the earth, howling again and again, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Many people in white clothes were alerted immediately, and their attention was turned away from the young man in the distance, and fell on the masked man who was awake.

"elder brother!"

The storyteller called out in surprise, "Are you awake?"

"No problem?" Cenchov asked with his head tilted, his back shook, and the person above him fell off.

"No problem."

The masked man responded, but the foot was subconsciously a little bit in the void, but suddenly woke up that he had lost the ability to stay in the air.

He woke up instantly.

The group of people in front of them are talking in the sky!

as expected.

next second.

"Whoosh!"

The person who fell from Zenchov's back seemed to be stepping on the air in his sleep, and his body fell directly to the ground.

"I……"

The masked man was immediately speechless.

Fortunately, the storyteller's reaction was extremely fast, and with a touch of his hand on "Yin Yang Life and Death", a golden light flashed, and the masked man had already landed on the space platform he had generated.

"..."

The whole audience was stunned.

Question marks slowly appeared on the faces of many white clothes.

If the information is correct, the person who fell from Cenchov's back should be the head of the Holy Slave.

But the first seat of the dignified saint slave can't even fly?

"Why are these goddamn holy slaves so weirder than the other?"

"Forget about the young man. I thought that the first seat of the holy slave was suppressing his cultivation. I never thought that he is really acquired? He can't even fly?"

"Let's go, what is this and what is it!"

The appearance of the masked man out of the situation, like a shit stick, directly shifted the confrontation target in the field.

Gou Wuyue turned around and looked back.

As soon as he lowered his eyes, he saw the masked man who almost fell to the ground.

"Forehead……

The masked man looked up, with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face.

He wants to talk.

Immediately after realizing that this highly unequal way of speaking is not only a waste of time, but also makes the other party weaker, he immediately turned his head to look at the storyteller.

The storyteller understood, and with a move of his hand, the masked man slowly floated into the air.

A group of white clothes, with dozens of heads, slowly raised their heads as the figure climbed up.

That picture, simply!

"This is the rescuer who fell from the world?"

Xu Xiaoshou in the distance was still pleased at the fact that the appearance of the masked man could divert Gou Wuyue's attention, but seeing this scene, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Opposite is the Moonless Sword Immortal!

You act like this, how can I believe that the Holy Slave can kill the sky from this net?

This is even more ridiculous than me.

"Patter..."

It kept raining.

In order to prevent his brother from encountering a second accident during the lift-off, the storyteller deliberately slowed down the speed.

It wasn't until he also realized that there was something wrong with the atmosphere that he directly shifted and pulled his brother to the same height as Gou Wuyue.

"Ignored, passive value, +782."

Seeing this message, Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, once the masked man reached the height, he did not do other things, the first move was to turn his head to look at him, and waved.

"come over."

brush.

Qiqi in white turned his head.

"Being watched, passive value, +783."

Xu Xiaoshou's face turned green all of a sudden.

He wants to leave the battlefield.

He didn't even want to be in the middle of the fray for a moment.

But the masked man seemed to know what this guy was thinking, and said with a smile: "You will only die faster if you stay there."

Xu Xiaoshou was startled.

He reacted immediately.

Yes, this is the battle between Dao and Taixu.

Such a small distance, to them, is a stone's throw away.

Hide, how could it be possible to hide?

"come over."

"Invited, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou gritted his teeth, didn't dare to think too much, and went directly behind the masked man.

"The war is starting, remember to block me..."

"Looking good."

The masked man cut off his words without turning his head.

"What are you looking at?" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

"Learn."

"Learn what... hmm?"

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes suddenly burst into light, "Could it be..."

He remembered that when he met the masked man for the first time, the other party said similar words.

After the sentence "Your way has been ruined by others", he shot directly, severely injured Xiao Qixiu, Ye Xiaotian, and several elders of the Linggong Palace, and escaped easily.

Could it be that at this moment, he would also show his might and break through this space with a flick of his fingers.

Then, under Gou Wuyue's watchful eyes, he led everyone, as if escaped from Tiansang Linggong, and fled far away?

Xu Xiaoshou looked expectant.

The storyteller next to him also had the same expression, the stars in his eyes almost fell out.

Tzenchov retreated a few steps.

When the first seat comes out, then the one who resists the pressure is no longer yourself.

The masked man didn't explain too much, and took action directly.

He was like an elder, as if he wanted to personally give some pointers, he took a step forward and took a step forward.

"wait……"

Before the storyteller finished speaking in shock, the masked man trembled, staggered and fell forward.

"Certainly!"

With a clatter, the storyteller beside him hurriedly swipe on the ancient book, which lengthened the length of the invisible space platform, preventing the masked man from stepping on the air and falling again.

?

The anticipation in the eyes of everyone in white turned into shock, and everyone was stunned.

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

He took a long breath, but was choked and coughed again and again.

This is special, are you kidding me? !

The masked man glared back angrily, and then the storyteller shrank his neck in disbelief, as if he had completely forgotten the predicament just now, and put his hands behind his back.

"Gou Wuyue?"

The Saint Slave, who was about to be completely overwhelmed by the aura of the white-clothed camp, was directly pierced by the sword intent with this indifferent words.

The masked man's shoulders are still bent, but when he relaxes slightly, the sky seems to be pierced.

It seemed that nothing in this world could hold him down.

"Momentum?" Xu Xiao was startled.

This scene is very similar to the last time I encountered such a predicament in the illusion of "Swallowing Mountains and Rivers".

In the world, a person who truly has absolute self-confidence cannot be crushed by any momentum, even if he seems to be only in the acquired state.

"Sword intent!"

"This guy is also an ancient sword cultivator, he broke through the sword intent crushing of Senior Wuyue!"

"Good guy, what realm is this?"

"He is also a sword fairy, so easy..."

"Are you kidding me! Is this the Sword Immortal? There are only seven Sword Immortals in the world. Who has this guy's name?"

"Then he..."

"Senior Wuyue didn't do anything serious at all. His sword intent was originally used to fight against that young man just now, and it is insignificant at all!"

"Oh, is that true?"

Immediately, there was a commotion in the audio transmission channel in Bai Yi.

The sound of the rain was ticking, and under the quiet scene, there were turbulent waves.

Everyone can see that at this time, the masked man is really confronting Gou Wuyue. In other words, it is hard steel!

"You know me."

There was no doubt in Gou Wuyue's tone.

He was able to judge directly from the masked man's first waking up and his two sentences of "Gou Wuyue" that the masked man in front of him really knew himself.

Therefore, there is no doubt in the voice of the voice.

"Buzz!"

The sword sounded.

Gou Wuyue bowed her head, holding the famous sword Nulan's voice tightly.

Ever since the masked man woke up, Nu Lan's voice seemed to detect an enemy of the same level, and the vibration was terribly strong.

How many years has this been seen?

Gou Wuyue frowned, said: "But you recognize me, I don't seem to recognize you?"

"As for the ancient sword cultivators in the world, if anyone is famous, there is no one who I don't know, so I should also recognize you."

"Who are you?"

The masked man looked away from the famous sword Nulan's voice, curled his fingers, his hands were empty.

"The first seat of the holy slave."

After talking nonsense, the masked man continued: "But these are not important. What is important is that today's matter can be done here."

He scanned the white clothes around him and nodded slightly.

"The battle is very good, but give me face, let's break up and go back to our respective homes."

ha?

Everyone in white was dumbfounded.

Where did this second idiot come from? ?

It's fine that the young man was naive and cute before, but why is the first saint slave so conceited?

face……

With such a tone, he really doesn't take everyone here seriously!

"Hahaha!"

Among the white-clothed crowd, someone finally couldn't hold back.

This one or two, really thought they came here in white clothes, and they came here just to make a joke?

A burly figure flew out of the crowd, and with a flick of his sleeves, he said angrily:

"Who cares about you, let's talk about it after lying down!"

"Here are seven white-clothed squads, plus a 'covering the country's canopy', and even the off-site support of seven or eight hundred holy guards is used, and it can't be broken even if Taixu comes."

"You holy slaves, are you full of clowns? Do you really think that with a little bit of lip service, one by one can stand up to the sky?"

"In my opinion, Senior Wuyue doesn't need to talk nonsense with them, just kill them!"

As soon as he raised his hand, the white clothes underneath couldn't stand up anymore.

"Right!"

"Senior Wuyue, don't tell them, the time has dragged on for a long time, maybe..."

"Bah, it's over!"

Apparently, a fact that seemed indifferent to the masked man became a sarcasm in the ears of this group of people.

After spending so much manpower and material resources, they didn't come here to listen to the show.

Gou Wuyue frowned, but said nothing.

The burly white-clothed flying man seemed to have received an order, he straightened his chest, and pierced the masked man with scorching eyes.

"The covering of the country?"

The masked man murmured: "I have heard it a little...but, who are you?"

"My name is Cheng Yuan!"

"How big is it?"

"Thirty-two!" Cheng Yuan said proudly, at the age of thirty-two, to be able to wear white clothes, he really had something to be proud of.

"What cultivation base?"

"Throne! But under the boost of the 'covering the country', the strength is comparable to that of a behead..."

laugh!

There was no movement at all, but there was a slight snort in the void, and Cheng Yuan's words came to an abrupt end.

A streak of blood directly spilled into the air.

In the next second, Cheng Yuan's eyes were wide open, and he stretched out his hand to choke his neck.

But the gurgling blood seeped out from between his fingers, directly staining his white robe red.

"I don't care who you are?"

"But the mere throne is only thirty-two years old. At best, he is a young man."

"Then, don't interrupt when your lord is talking."

The masked man looked away indifferently, and looked at Gou Wuyue: "He still has three minutes to live, if he doesn't rescue him in time, he will die soon."

"I don't want to kill people."

"But if the people you bring are all of this kind, once the war starts, your losses will be greater than mine."

As if he was stating a fact, his voice was calm and calm.

Bai Yi was frightened at the same time.

Senior Wuyue made a move, and even drew his sword.

But that masked man, no one could see his movements at all.

People, they were directly blocked? !

"three minutes……"

Baiyi hurriedly took Cheng Yuan who was wearing the earrings from the sky, and the emergency personnel immediately rushed over and pulled him behind.

The scene was momentarily dead silent.

Gou Wuyue's eyes sank slightly.

His eyes fell on the curled fingers of the masked man half hidden under the sleeve robe, and there was surprise in his eyes.

"Ten-segment sword fingers?"

Only then did Xu Xiaoshou lower his head in shock, and he saw the curled fingers of the masked man.

This gesture was exactly the one he used to cut off the arm of the dean in Tiansang Linggong.

At the same time, it is exactly the same as the second finger of the sloppy uncle who shot to kill the red dog!

"Call it whatever you want, but I still say that, it's best to end this game." The masked man said calmly.

It was only then that Xu Xiaoshou realized what it meant to be a real ruthless person.

Surrounded by white clothes, he didn't even want to say a word, and directly chose to hurt others.

How courageous is this?

Gou Wuyue looked at the masked man's fingers in a daze.

At this moment, the famous sword in his hand seemed to tremble more and more violently.

"good!"

"What a 'ten-segment sword finger'!"

Gou Wuyue burst out laughing, with surprise in her eyes, she said: "If you dared to hurt my subordinates in the past, maybe I wouldn't talk nonsense with you, but today, you..."

He suddenly stopped, pondered, and the confident word "face" of the masked man reappeared in his mind.

After a long pause, he asked, "Why should I let you go?"

Everyone was shocked by the sudden 180-degree turn in the tone.

Even Xu Xiaoshou looked at the masked man in shock.

Listen to this tone...

Could it really be possible to turn the current situation around with just one word of mouth and the fruit of face?

The masked man said calmly: "Because you are Gou Wuyue, you have to let me go. This is a favor you owe."

"Hahaha!"

Gou Wuyue laughed loudly: "In my whole life, I have fought with swords to the end of the world, have I ever owed any favors?"

"You owed it."

The masked man didn't intend to talk nonsense at all.

He directly stretched out two fingers, pointing at the sky.

"pistol!"

A two-finger-wide black line pierced through the void directly, and the ripples of the spirit circle flooded, and it was actually broken.

"Are you kidding me..."

Bai Yi was startled.

"Spiritual array!"

"Cover the country, cover it! Hurry up!"

"Damn it, what's the origin of this guy, what kind of magic skill is this, how can it cause such high damage?"

"Isn't he an acquired talent?"

"..."

"Let's go." The masked man waved his hands away, and Cenchov and the storyteller followed without saying a word.

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

That's it?

can go?

Seeing that these guys were about to leave, he hurriedly followed the steps, but he was at a loss and didn't understand what happened.

Gou Wuyue was surprised by his confidence.

Does this person really regard himself as air?

He acted like no one else, not to mention ordinary white clothes, even Gou Wuyue was furious at the moment.

"Leave it to me!"

"Om—"

Just when the other party was about to draw the sword, the voice of the famous sword Nulan actually conveyed a faint sense of resistance.

Obviously just now it seems to have met the sword fairy with the same name, unwilling to live in the scabbard, and wants to fight.

But at this moment, Gou Wuyue wanted to draw his sword.

This sword is resisting instead!

"Human favor..."

Gou Wuyue looked down at Nu Lan's voice, and suddenly a long-lost figure broke into her mind.

He looked back in horror.

"Who are you?"