I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"Do it!"

Gou Wuyue didn't move, but the white clothes tasted the wings and let out a roar, and immediately turned into a light and shadow and flew into the sky.

He knew that no matter how the bosses of the two sides talked, the principles of this action could never be changed.

Even if Senior Wuyue really owed favors to the chief slave in front of him, there are some things that can be uncovered without a mere favor.

As Senior Wuyue's most personal assistant, when even Senior Wuyue couldn't make a decision for a while, he had to give him a blow.

Public to public, private to private.

The white clothes are against the holy slave...

In this matter, Senior Wuyue alone cannot do it arbitrarily!

The decision that cannot be made should be borne by others.

Even if the consequences of this shot will be difficult to bear...

"Light rhythm!"

Chang Yi didn't even hesitate for a moment, and flicked his hands back, they exploded into crystal light spots and merged into the heaven.

next second.

Everyone felt that the world was darkened in an instant, and then the light reappeared.

But the reappearing light seems to be different from the previous light.

"Stop."

The masked man's feet stopped in mid-air, and his body stopped firmly.

Cenchov and the storyteller, who were following closely behind, also immediately sensed something was wrong, and they both stopped walking at the same time, not even breathing.

But Xu Xiaoshou followed behind with confused thoughts, still thinking about other things in his mind, and didn't react for a while.

When he heard the sound, even if he wanted to brake, he had already stepped out.

"Chi~"

There were ripples in the air.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't dare to move, cold sweat oozed and dripped from his forehead.

"how?"

He asked with some surprise.

Why did everyone stop moving for a moment?

Even the white clothes are all in shape at the moment.

Run, run, run, run...

There are even various postures such as the golden rooster standing alone and the fish leaping over the dragon's gate, which is a spectacle.

After the white robe tried his hand, it seemed as if the space had been frozen.

Everyone, not even the slightest movement.

Even the sound of breathing became silent.

"Patter..."

The sound of rain returned to my ears.

Xu Xiaoshou felt something was wrong.

The rain, falling from the sky, should have been in drops.

But every drop fell from mid-air and fell to the ground, as if hundreds of thousands of knives were cut in the middle, they shattered into pieces, turned into hazy mist, and swayed around.

The rain in the audience suddenly turned into a super-sized humidifier, spraying indiscriminately.

Rain and mist flew around.

This situation can't be called rain at all, at most it's just the sky spraying!

"Gulu..."

Xu Xiaoshou swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

It's like a butterfly effect, when he reacts...

"Attacked, passive value, +9999."

"Attacked, passive value, +9999."

"Attacked, passive value, +9999."

Three messages popped up on the information bar.

Xu Xiaoshou was immediately shocked.

"9999?"

This is the limit value!

"I, in an instant, received three extreme injuries?"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart was full of waves.

Until now, severe pain came from several places in the body.

"Chi~"

There was a snort.

Xu Xiaoshou's right leg, which had just been stepped forward, burst open, turning into a misty blood mist, and even the flesh and blood were cut into fine powder, flying around with the rain and mist.

"Chi~"

With another snort, Xu Xiaoshou's Adam's apple exploded, and the blood column turned into blood mist and shot out.

The position where the Adam's apple rolled because of the swallowing action was directly cut flat by an inexplicable force. There was not a single piece of meat left, and the incision was extremely smooth.

"Chi~"

There was another snort, and the lips that moved because of the word "how" were also smashed directly.

The flow of blood gurgles.

Xu Xiaoshou's whole body was stiff.

The severe pain almost made him cry out.

But the inexplicable injury brought even more fear from the soul level, and firmly restrained his body that wanted to twitch.

Xu Xiaoshou knew very well that if he really moved at this time, his whole body would be wiped out on the spot like this rain and fog.

"What the hell!!!"

Shocked, Xu Xiaoshou focused on "perceiving", and only then could he vaguely see the light in the four directions, which was a little brighter than usual.

Take a closer look.

This light seems to have been artificially regulated. At this moment, it is composed of countless fine rays of light.

Light is invisible.

But the white clothes tasted the wings, unexpectedly compressed the light into form, turned it into a light rich in extreme cutting power, and directly blocked the entire space.

"How big is this project?"

Xu Xiaoshou's "perception" looked at the audience, and he could see the same effect for several miles around.

That's pretty much a denser version of the infrared cutting field - field flooded!

"Boundary?"

"Light rhythm?"

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood why everyone in the audience dared not move as if the pause button had been pressed.

To move.

The extreme cutting light that has blocked all space, and may even be inserted into body cells and pores, can take away a person's life in the blink of an eye!

"You can't get away."

Chang Yi withdrew his hands from the void, and looked at the four people in front of him coldly.

He made a fist with both hands.

"Light and shadow see through."

"Yin—"

With a soft sound, a light curtain emerged from the bodies of the people in white.

When the light curtain emerged, the men in white finally breathed a sigh of relief and resumed their movements.

The reset of the reset, the flight of the flight...

But the four holy slaves were not covered by this light curtain.

That is to say, once this "light realm" can be artificially manipulated into rhythm, the four holy slaves will be killed in an instant!

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils shrank.

"Chi~"

The eyelids trembled and turned into blood mist.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't have time to panic, and immediately wanted to transmit the sound to the masked man.

But even the attack method that he can think of, how could the masked man not think of it?

"Tzenchov!"

The masked man yelled, and in this predicament of death, he seemed to be in a no-man's land. He shook his body and disappeared directly.

When he appeared again, he had already landed in front of Chang Yi.

"Boom!"

A huge blood mist exploded in front of him.

Chang Yi was stunned on the spot.

Isn't this an act of suicide?

He never expected that the masked man would appear in front of him so recklessly, even at the cost of giving up his entire body.

"Suicide?"

This thought just crossed my mind.

But in the blood mist, an arm-shaped thing outlined by the high-speed traveling and constantly cutting sword energy stretched out directly, and grabbed his neck.

"hand?"

There was a whistling sound of "Zhiji" in the ear, which was the piercing sound made by the high-speed shooting of sword energy.

Chang Yi was frightened.

"Aren't you afraid of pain?"

His voice became difficult.

Because the arm in front of him is a bit too scary!

It has no bones, no tendons, and even less flesh and blood.

But like a solid arm, after holding his neck, without even half a moment's hesitation, he pressed his fingers hard.

"Crack."

Chang Yi's neck was broken, and his head fell from mid-air.

"pain?"

The masked man asked back, and the human silhouette outlined by the high-speed passage of white sword energy stepped out of the blood mist.

The light literally cut through his body.

Even in one breath, thousands of damages can be caused.

But the masked man didn't even shake.

He lowered his head, looked at the white sword Qi hand that he spread out, and sighed: "If you say it's frightened, it's really a little bit."

"But this pain is really nothing to my crippled body."

He said, turned around slowly, looked at Gou Wuyue, "I said..."

There was a pause.

"do not move!"

The masked man bent his fingers.

"boom!"

The detached corpse behind him was about to turn into a spot of light and escape.

But suddenly, endless white sword energy sprayed out from his head and body, directly nailing him to the spot.

The masked man raised his hand.

The wing that was pierced by the sword energy circled and flew, and was spliced ​​into shape again between his bent palms and light grasps.

"I said that."

Only then did the masked man answer the last sentence, looked at Gou Wuyue and said: "If you really want to fight, your subordinates will suffer a greater loss than mine."

His eyes fixed on the twitching man whose white robe was stained red with blood, and the masked man chuckled lightly.

"Zhan Dao, the light attribute...the potential is really good."

"You, Gou Wuyue, should cherish this kind of person, so why don't you bring it with you and cultivate it yourself?"

"Say it!"

"To die, or to live?"

The whole audience in white clothes was stunned.

After shedding the body of the Heavenly Cultivator and exposing the real sword body, everyone understood why the masked man looked so weak before.

Just because he was alive, he was constantly suffering from the cutting damage from the high-speed sword energy in his body.

How could this kind of person be as glamorous as others?

It's already a miracle to be alive, right? !

"Immortal Sword Body?"

There were sword cultivators in the crowd, and some people also saw what kind of method this was.

By cultivating sword energy, abandon the weak body.

With the power of the heavens, the mortal body given by the heavens was forcibly forcibly formed into a holy body.

——This method is truly terrifying!

"is this real……"

"This guy, still conscious? How could he still be alive?"

"It's no wonder that he was previously acquired and couldn't even fly."

"Under the circumstances of suffering such injuries all the time, not to mention maintaining the acquired cultivation, he, he, how... how did he keep his soul from collapsing?"

"Is this still a human?"

"Holy slaves... Nima's holy slaves are all lunatics! This kind of method, no one can practice it?"

"Cultivation? I don't think so. Maybe it's not his sword energy?"

"Huh? How to say?"

"Look at this sword qi, if he could control himself, would he choose to self-mutilate instead of letting the sword qi stop?"

"But he's crazy!"

"..."

No one can say right now.

really!

Judging from the situation in front of him, the head of the holy slave is really a lunatic.

For the sake of cultivation, even half of the flesh and blood was left behind, completely abandoned.

No matter whether it was self-harm or another, with this tenacious perseverance, there was no one present who dared not be in awe.

"The Immortal Sword Body..."

Gou Wuyue's eyes were really serious.

He could smell a very familiar sword energy from the sword body.

"Hua Chang Deng?"

Without responding positively to the masked man's words, Gou Wuyue didn't even cast a worried gaze on his closest guard, Chang Yi, and only stared at the sword-spirited man in amazement and spoke.

"I said, is it going to die or is it alive?" The masked man also said to himself.

"who are you?!"

Gou Wuyue was extremely angry, and Nu Lan's voice came out of her sheath instantly.

He pointed at the tip of the sword, and a black line pierced through the head of the sword spirit.

The masked man was unmoved.

On his body, there was no more blood to shed.

"No blood, no tears?"

"Then let's die first!"

Sighing, the masked man lightly moved his fingertips.

"boom!"

The infinite white sword qi exploded, turning into countless white qi swords in all directions, piercing directly towards Chang Yi's body with the momentum of ten thousand swords returning to one.

"Save people!!!"

A mournful scream sounded from within the white clothes.

The light of the void spirit array was finally stitched together again, and covered with another layer of golden enchantment.

"flash."

Before the sword energy was about to penetrate Chang Yi's body, a light and shadow descended from the sky and enveloped Chang Yi.

Swipe.

The masked man's sword energy flew into the air.

The person in his hand seemed to have been teleported away.

"The covering of the country?"

The masked man looked up at the golden barrier in the sky, and seemed to want to laugh, but his face was blurred, and there was no fluctuation at all.

At this time, there was already a tinge of blood on his heart.

From the appearance of blood, it didn't take a moment for the heart to be outlined.

Immediately, bones, tendons, and blood regenerate.

The last formed human body emerged, and even the black robe that covered the head and face was restored.

The slightly stooped and weak figure once again solidified in the void.

But at this time, no one dared to underestimate this guy who seemed to have only acquired realm.

This is an inhuman!

"cough……"

The masked man coughed lightly, then stopped his voice.

Worry appeared in the eyes of the storyteller behind him. He knew that every time his brother made a move, his vitality would be seriously injured.

The movement now is much greater than in the past.

After this battle, I don't know where the strength will fall.

Brother, how can he bear this body?

"Put down the sword."

On the other hand, the masked man himself seemed to be a normal person, staring straight at Gou Wuyue's sword, "In this world, no one dares to point a sword at me."

Bai Yi was in an uproar immediately.

Wuyue Sword Immortal, one of the Seven Sword Immortals!

Even if this masked man has an immortal sword body, how can he have the courage to dare to say such words?

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

He had heard similar things before.

At that time, Xiao Qixiu pointed his sword at the masked man, and the latter even said an even more arrogant sentence, "Among those who dare to attack me, you are the weakest one"!

At that time, I thought the masked man was just pretending.

Never thought that facing the Seven Sword Immortals in front of him, the first saint slave could still be so crazy!

Gou Wuyue's pupils trembled violently.

Others may think that the masked maniac.

But the familiar tone and words fell into his ears, directly bringing him back to the memory of the battle decades ago.

"Who are you?!"

The masked man laughed silently.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Xu Xiaoshou: "Is the name really that important?"

"Huh?" Xu Xiaoshou was taken aback.

It was only later that I remembered that I had also asked the masked man several times about Gou Wuyue's question.

"important……"

Glancing at Gou Wuyue, Xu Xiaoshou hesitated: "Really?"

"Is it important?"

The masked man repeated in a low voice, and slowly looked back, "Put down the sword first."

"explain!"

Gou Wuyue roared angrily, losing control of her emotions, and even the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

The masked man moved his eyes down and landed on the voice of the famous sword Nulan.

"He dared to point a sword at me, and you, dare to point the tip of a sword at me?"

When everyone felt baffled, only the famous sword trembled.

"Woo..."

Appears to be choking.

The famous sword Nu Lan's voice bent, and slowly lowered the tip of the sword.

That appearance is like a famous general meeting a king.

No matter how proud the head is, it is impossible to raise it to the emperor who belongs to him.

Everyone felt their hearts trembling.

The sword of Wuyue Sword Immortal bowed his head to the masked man! !

The masked man nodded slightly, then raised his head again.

"My name cannot appear under this cloud-covered sky."

"If it wants to see the light, it must see the real light."

"boom!"

The golden barrier above the void was directly pierced by his sword-like sharp gaze, and the swaying rain and gray clouds seemed to be swept away by an invisible giant sword, and they were directly emptied.

Its daybreak.

It's more than one point bright!

Everyone felt that the scene was a little out of control.

Some sword cultivators trembled slightly, as if they had seen a miracle, and their eyes were full of shock and excitement.

Even Xu Xiaoshou, who had been suppressed in the dark part of his heart before, could not help but come to mind the answer to the question that he planned to never dare to rummage through the box to find out again.

"The name, I think it's just a code name, it doesn't represent anything, so I haven't mentioned it for decades." The masked man's cloudy eyes looked straight at Gou Wuyue, calm.

"Say it!" Gou Wuyue roared angrily.

"You already have the answer, why should I say it?"

"I have no answer!"

Gou Wuyue's eyes were red, she leaned forward, unable to stand still because of excitement, as if she was about to fall.

"Another person who has no answer..."

The masked man moved his eyes to Xu Xiaoshou.

Xu Xiaoshou clenched his fists tightly, his blood boiled for no reason.

At the same time, from the cloudy eyes of the masked man, he saw the meaning he wanted to convey.

Just like the confusion encountered in the White Cave before.

The storyteller has no answer.

Tzenchov could not give an answer.

He, Xu Xiaoshou, also couldn't give an answer.

But the Masked Man does.

"Answers they can't give, I can give you!"

Why masked people can?

Others can't, why just him?

The answer he can give, what exactly... is it? !

Dawn breaks, the rain begins to clear.

Everyone held their breath, and the audience was silent.

The masked man was still bent over.

He put his eyes on Gou Wuyue, then passed through his body, and fell into the space behind him.

As soon as he raised his head, it seemed as if he had penetrated the sky, broke through a domain, and landed on the headquarters of the Temple of the Holy Spirit in the central domain.

Then the eyes moved away from the place of worship of the world, breaking through the five realms.

He saw the rules of the avenue, and the invisible giant hand behind the rules.

As Gou Wuyue said before.

This battle is not a battle involving dozens of people.

Outside the arena, there are seven or eight hundred Holy God Guards, manipulating the "covering the country canopy" according to the instructions of the Holy God Palace.

Everything that happens here will fall into the eyeliner of the Holy Spirit Hall, and then spread to the ears of those people.

But the Masked Man doesn't care.

His answer was not to confuse Xu Xiaoshou, nor was it just to answer Gou Wuyue.

The Saint Slave from the White Grotto declared war, after all, only one person with water ability heard it.

Can it reach the ears of those people, can it spread from the mainland after reaching the ears of those people...

These are all problems.

Well, if the name matters.

It can be used as a symbol to convey the meaning of the holy slave's declaration of war, which makes those people start to panic.

Say it, and say it!

The masked man stood with his hands behind his back.

The light of heaven and earth sprinkled everywhere through the broken "covering the country canopy".

All are waiting.

His slightly hunched shadow seemed to lengthen as the waiting time lengthened.

"cough."

The masked man coughed lightly, and the moment he broke the silence, he also smelled the bloody smell from his mouth and nose.

He didn't take it seriously, the contours of his mouth moved under the mask, his voice was calm, not too big or too small, and full of peace.

But in an instant, it seemed to spread throughout the five regions of the mainland.

"My name, the eight masters!"