I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"hiss!"

Xu Xiaoshou gasped.

This smooth operation really shocked him a lot.

"Aren't they all...too empty?"

Xu Xiaoshou's face turned green.

He finally understood that there was a huge gap between Tai Xu and Tai Xu.

Just as he can rely on his innate cultivation base, plus a passive skill to resist the throne.

Even if you can't kill the enemy, but you can protect yourself, there must be no problem.

This also shows that on this continent, cultivation really cannot determine everything.

But on the contrary, most of the time, people will be limited by the concept of cultivation.

But for the real strong in the world, cultivation is only one of the means, definitely not all.

This is even more so in the void.

"yes……"

Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts changed, and he was suddenly relieved.

Perhaps that level of realm is still very far away for me.

But for the upper class, that is, those chess players who really control the way of heaven, it is too empty, definitely a lot.

But there are quite a few Taixus, sword immortals have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and each generation has at most seven.

Isn't this enough to explain something?

...

"puff!"

On Cenchov's headless body, a column of blood spurted into the sky.

Gou Wuyue nailed him with his sword backwards like this, and stared at Ba Zunfa without blinking.

In that situation, anyone who saw it could see that it was a provocation.

Anyone who sees it will be furious!

"Are you going to provoke me?" Ba Zunfan didn't look sideways.

Even if Gou Wuyue drew his sword and shattered Haitang'er's realm, severely wounding it, smashed the incarnation of the storyteller with another sword, and then decapitated Cen Qiaofu on the spot.

He looked like a normal person, completely unmoved.

Disappointment appeared in Gou Wuyue's eyes.

"How much have you changed..." He sighed in his heart.

If it was the former Eight Masters, with his righteous character, he reckoned that he should have drawn his sword the moment he hurt Haitang'er.

But now...

The eight-fingered man in front of him has changed so much that he is completely different from the man he was decades ago.

Gou Wuyue even suspected for a while, is this person really the same person from back then?

Is it really still that rebellious... eighth sword fairy?

"The first seat."

Haitang'er appeared next to the eight gods in blood-stained clothes, and pressed the opponent's shoulders with a palm.

"It's time to go." He said softly.

The situation in the field changed too quickly.

Only then did Cenchov say that he wanted to stop, and let himself leave here with the first seat first.

But in the blink of an eye, he was captured by Gou Wuyue.

Even if it is impossible to be killed on the spot with a Taixu body, Gou Wuyue's strength is really beyond everyone's expectations.

From now on, this guy has not even produced more than three swords!

But among the saint slaves, most of them are already popular.

The situation reversed, and the momentum slumped.

If the fight continues, even if the head of the family can compete with Gou Wuyue, what will be the consequences?

Gou Wuyue can shoot at will.

But Haitang'er knew that if the head of his family really wanted to go to war, the first one to be injured would definitely be himself!

"Walk?"

The shoulders of the eight statues were about to be broken by Haitang'er, but their bodies didn't turn sideways at all, and he said coldly: "Look at his appearance, does he seem to let us go?"

Gou Wuyue remained silent, staring at the remaining holy slaves in that scene with a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon.

Everyone feels a lot of pressure.

It's clear that the clothes haven't moved yet...

Gou Wuyue was the only one who made the move...

But all the words and deeds of the other party seem to be stating an indisputable fact: "You are surrounded by me, Gou Wuyue!"

"Let go." Bazun said in a deep voice.

"But……"

Haitang'er doesn't let him go, he can't let the first seat die in vain.

"I said, let go!"

The eyes of the eight masters froze,

The void seemed to tremble with it, wisps of white mist rose from the ground, and the sky and the earth became ominous.

"Well!"

Haitang'er's face wrinkled, blood oozing from her hands.

He hastily let go of his hand and stood by his side, not daring to get closer.

"Shall I say it a third time?"

The voice of the Eight Masters was completely cold, staring fixedly at Gou Wuyue, concentrating for a moment, then said with a thunderous voice: "Let go!"

boom!

The void festered with a bang.

The white silk mist that rose from the ground penetrated into the void. At this moment, the expressions of all the white clothes in the audience changed drastically, and they all became riots.

Even though they are far apart, everyone feels pain all over their bodies at this moment, as if thousands of needles and threads are going to shuttle through their bodies, as if they are going to come out through their bodies.

"Puff puff……"

Someone in the white clothes couldn't hold on anymore, and the sound of spurting blood was heard.

Haitang'er also stared at Gou Wuyue, and saw that his sword hand was shaking violently, and there was also a white sword mist spreading on it.

Only then did he fully realize that the three beeps of "let go" just now were not addressed to himself, but to Gou Wuyue.

"The art of watching swords..."

Gou Wuyue's pupils shrank suddenly, as if she understood what these white sword fogs were.

Jian Nian!

The "Sword Viewing Code" created by the eight masters alone can not only see all the spiritual swords in the world, strengthen your own body, but also see through the body of the sword fairy, and hurt the enemy with the naked eye!

"You can't hold it anymore?"

Gou Wuyue was relieved, smiled softly, and said: "I thought you would choose to fight me because I had to kill all your people, but now..."

With a snort, the voice of Nu Lan was pulled out from Cenchov's body.

Gou Wuyue's sword spun, with afterimages and spirit yuan rolling, Cen Qiaofu was blasted out.

"puff!"

Cenchov, who had lost the damage of Mo Jian and the suppression of Taixu's power, recovered his head in an instant, but he still couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of blood.

His face was full of awe, but his eyes were extremely determined.

"Begonia!"

There was a short call, but no further words.

But everyone knows that this guy is not reconciled.

He was unprepared before and was defeated within one round. Now, he still has to keep his promise back then.

Let Haitang'er go first with the eight masters, and let her be the queen!

"Kah."

Taking out a thin leafless branch from his bosom, Tzenchov snapped it off and swallowed half of it with his mouth open.

"Blood tree shade?"

Haitang'er cried out in shock: "Woodman, no!"

Cenchov stretched out his hand to signal silence.

He has made up his mind.

This battle must be fought by oneself.

The first seat can be used, but not at this time!

"Crack--"

There was a soft sound of bones splitting, and Cenchov's body twisted slightly, as if drastic changes were going on in his body.

Then, he slumped, the clothes on his back were torn, and a gloomy blood-colored branch was torn apart.

Tzenchov's already old face suddenly lost its color.

On top of his body, he could barely be considered a little flesh and blood.

But as the blood branch on the back swelled and swelled, the flesh and blood seemed to be drained, and the person immediately became thin and skinny.

"Wow!"

The blood branch was nourished and grew vigorously. In an instant, the canopy opened up and turned into a tall and thick blood tree, which took root on Cenchov's back.

Cenchov seemed to be a little unconscious, and his voice was low, but he still struggled to say a word:

"Walk……"

Bazun's eyes flickered, his eyes were squinted, and his four fingers were tightly clenched.

"First seat!"

Haitang'er's voice was full of anxiety.

"One of the nine great ancestral trees... the blood tree branch?"

Seeing Cen Qiaofu's change, Gou Wuyue was a little surprised, and then looked at Ba Zunfan amusedly.

"When did the Eighth Sword Immortal, who had overwhelmed me for the first time, be reduced to the point where I needed my subordinates to protect me with all my might, but I chose to live by myself?"

"Gou Wu..." A cold light burst out in the eyes of the Eight Venerable Masters, and they took a step forward.

"excuse me."

Haitang'er recklessly slapped the back of his head fiercely, and directly implanted the "Maze Flower Seed" into the head of Ba Zunfu.

"I?"

Bazun was stunned, and fell directly to the bottom.

"Flowers bloom half the world, and the Nine Seas are lost in the sky!"

With a sweep of her left hand, Haitang'er grabbed the eight unconscious bodies who were defenseless against her.

With a flick of the sleeve robe, the ground trembled, and coquettish flower buds bloomed, and in an instant the earth was barren and cracked by strange flowers and weeds.

"Huh~"

As soon as the wind blows, the misty flower mist blurs everyone's sight.

Haitang'er hugged the unconscious body of the eight gods, and then disappeared.

"Damn it!"

"Do it, don't let these guys run away, the big formation... the cover of the country is opened!"

"Return to the position! With or without senior Yue, Huaxiang's hometown is nothing to fear. We only need to hold the position, there is no need at all..."

"boom!"

A bang broke the slightly flustered discussions in Bai Yi.

Immediately, everyone saw a blood-red figure in light blue volleying past in front of the eyes amidst the ups and downs of the flower mist.

"this……"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

light blue……

In the audience, except for a certain cluster in the sea of ​​flowers, the only one who can have light blue is Senior Wuyue, right?

Senior Wuyue, was taken away?

"Whoosh!"

Another ray of blood flew.

Everyone's pupils trembled, but they saw that under the blessing of the blood tree, Cen Qiaofu, whose speed had become completely unresponsive to others, had already soared into the sky, holding the fairy ax in his hand high.

"Holy God, break up!"

Chop down with an axe.

Even after encountering the eight masters who were able to quickly recover from the attack, the cover of the country was split in half on the spot!

After that.

"Rumble..."

The sky is full of light spots.

Covering the country and the canopy, it was blown up!

"Fuck!"

"What kind of attack power is this?"

"The blood tree... Are you kidding me? It's just a branch of the blood tree. Even if it can increase the attack and defense speed and combat awareness of the alchemist, how can it be so terrifying?"

"This, this... Could it be because of being blessed, it's because of a violent anger?"

"Fuck! Look at the top!!"

Bai Yi's voice gradually became more trembling as time went by.

Because they could notice that Cenchov, who smashed the covering of the country with the axe, had bowed his head.

The scarlet and inhuman eyes are like ghosts and beasts.

After watching briefly, Tzenchov lifted the axe.

"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."

The hands turned into afterimages.

Everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, and when they realized it again, the tens of thousands of axes that Cenchov swung had already struck!

"Nima..."

At this moment, everyone's hearts went cold.

The rage is too empty, and there is an immortal ax blessed by the blood tree outside...

Who can resist this attack?

"Dare!"

At the critical moment, Gou Wuyue's figure reappeared.

Those with sharp eyes could see that his back was already stained red with blood.

Obviously, even Gou Wuyue, one of the Seven Sword Immortals, was enlightened at the moment when the mist rose.

Although Cenchov seemed to fall down in one round before.

But too empty is too empty.

Even if there hadn't been any increase in the blood tree, Gou Wuyue's trance, Cenchov would have almost killed him.

"Sword net!"

The situation was critical, Gou Wuyue didn't think much about it.

At the speed of light, he pulled up the famous sword hanging upside down in the sky, and the moment Qing Mo's sword shadow overlapped into Nu Lan's voice, what rose from the ground was tens of thousands of sword lights intersecting horizontally and vertically.

In the blink of an eye, Jian Guang intercepted the tens of thousands of axes.

But after such a delay, Gou Wuyue was exposed to Cenchov's ax blade before returning to the sword.

"Sa!"

An unspeakable screech came out of Tzenchov's mouth.

Everyone didn't realize that there was a change, his figure just disintegrated on the spot, and then solidified behind Gou Wuyue.

"boom!"

For several miles in the void, cross-axes flashed.

Black holes, replace everything!

"Boom~"

The expected bloody light did not appear.

Gou Wuyue was lifted up by an axe, and her body turned into crystal fragments and withered away.

"Phantom Sword Technique!"

The people below were terrified, but they also burst out unconsciously, each and every one of them was overwhelmed.

not dead!

Senior Wuyue is not dead!

luckily...

Ah bah, what a blessing, Senior Wuyue didn't die, shouldn't he?

He is a sword fairy!

The battle situation in the field is anxious.

Gou Wuyue's body didn't stop at all, when the phantom body shattered and reappeared, it was already the sword that was upside down, stabbing fiercely at Cen Qiaofu's Tianling Gai.

"Soul Nail Sword!"

"Om—"

A cyan ripple rippled out from the void, Cenchov seemed to be dazed, but he didn't react, the head to the chin was pierced on the spot.

However, no blood gushed out.

All the flesh and blood in his body had already been sacrificed to the blood tree.

"Aww!!!"

Accompanied by an extremely hoarse roar, the light of the famous sword Nulan's voice dimmed.

Afterwards, the blood tree behind Cenchov grew wildly again.

The protruding branch not only absorbs the power of the famous sword, but also wraps around the sword body, and is about to coil around Gou Wuyue's body.

Gou Wuyue hastily shook the sword, chopped off the branches of the blood tree, and pulled the sword away.

As one of the nine ancestral trees, the blood tree's devouring power is terrifying.

This point can be seen from Cenchov, who is too weak to hold him.

"Number thirty-three!"

After Gou Wuyue drew her sword, she didn't want to fight, but called out loudly.

Then, as soon as the eyelids were closed, it seemed to be sensing, and then the figure flew into the distance out of thin air.

"Leave……"

Cenchov murmured subconsciously, his toes were a little bit square, and his figure burst out when he encountered a high-strength whip kick in the air, and was sucked into the deep pit in the ground with a bang.

"Your opponent is me."

The figure of No. 33 appeared out of thin air.

He lowered his head and glanced at his right leg, which was full of holes from the branches of the blood tree between the attacks, and was very surprised.

If I am a human being, if I have blood...

Come to think of it, after that leg twitch, he must have died!

"Roar!!!"

After Cenchov roared like a beast, he pressed his hands to the ground.

"Bang, blah, blah..."

The earth fell apart.

The blood tree took root and grew vigorously in an instant, directly turning the open space of several miles into a dense blood forest.

The scene in the forest suddenly became bloody...

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Ahhhh—"

After a moment's pause, the blood tree danced like a madman.

The branch whipped wildly, and the white clothes who reacted a little slower were pierced by the branch, and were instantly sucked into a dead body under the sound of wailing.

"Nima..."

No. 33 looked at the frightening movement below, was silent for a long time, and said an exclamation learned from the human world.

This scene can't be called not spectacular, it can't be called not infiltrating!

Even if he is a puppet of heaven, his scalp starts to tingle when he thinks of being here and fighting the Taixu monster with the blood tree on his back.

"Hey, I don't seem to have a scalp?"

With a short body, No. 33 kicked on the tiptoe of the void, and jumped into the bottom.

To save the white clothes from the fire and water is the mission of our puppet of heaven and earth!