I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"I have a passive skill ()"!

White clothes came one after another.

Everyone thought the battle was over.

Unexpectedly, at this last moment, the Eighth Sword Immortal shot back with his carbine.

Even let out bold words...

"Osmanthus fragrans all over the mountain?"

There was a commotion.

If it is said that when he first came out of the White Cave, the Eighth Sword Immortal's various performances made people think from the bottom of his heart that it was as if he had changed his personality. His behavior and style were no longer as unruly as before.

So at this moment, as soon as these words came out, everyone felt that they had returned to that glorious era.

The Eighth Sword Immortal, who was able to overwhelm the heirs of the top powers in the mainland in the battle for ten seats, and sweep everything with his own power, seems to be...

came back?

"Are you threatening me?"

Different from everyone.

Gou Wuyue stared sullenly at the dead branch in Bazun's hand, and spoke coldly.

Even if everyone is imitating the ancient times.

He also knew that the person in front of him was no longer the person he was back then.

Was banned from arms...

Two fingers were broken...

"A person who can't even hold a sword, what qualifications do you have to say such wild words?" Gou Wuyue's famous sword tightened, and the sword was full of will.

The white clothes faltered one after another, knowing that the battle would be inevitable.

"Threat, rampant?"

Ba Zun's expression was indifferent: "I never aim at the target in vain, talk in vain, if I say murder, I will kill, if I say I want to do it, I will do it!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, and the crabapple flowers were blooming under his feet.

With eight fingers and a dead branch, people come here by stepping on the incense.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

But Gou Wuyue suddenly burst out laughing: "Eight Venerables,

Do you really think that today is still your stage, and you still slaughter seven hundred white clothes, and scatter all over the mountain of sweet-scented osmanthus? "

"The Sacred Mountain of Guizhe is in the Central Region, and the Huachang Lantern is in the place of screen candles."

"You, dare to board?"

Gou Wuyue laughed out loud like she wanted to laugh.

Before the Bazun could speak out, his laughter weakened, and there was bewilderment and disappointment in his eyes.

"Eight Masters... Have you really taken a good look at your current appearance?"

"Sloppy, stooped..."

"I can't even hold a sword steadily, and I'm still attacking others like a dog."

"The bones of the Eighth Sword Immortal in the past, have you ever left half of the aftertaste on your body?!"

Hearing the words in white, each face had complex expressions.

They knew that Gou Wuyue had a very good personal relationship with the Eight Venerables in the early stage of the Ten Venerables.

It's just that later, the roads were different, and they went their separate ways.

This meaning of hating iron but not steel, in Gou Wuyue's undisguised questioning, even the most dull person can hear some meaning.

And indeed.

The tragic death of No. 33 is certainly regrettable.

But if it were the Eighth Sword Immortal in the past, it is absolutely impossible for him to do this and hand out a cold sword from behind.

Today's first saint slave, perhaps under the attack of all parties, only has the name of the eight masters, and does not have the reality of the eighth sword fairy back then.

The wind was blowing bleakly.

Begonia flowers one after another.

Under Gou Wuyue's repeated questioning, Ba Zunfan turned a deaf ear and only walked forward slowly.

"Immortal style bone... Heh."

He smiled lightly, did not respond loudly, more like muttering to himself, and only listened to himself:

"The immortal is the wind, and the Tao is the bone. What does it matter if it is ugly?"

"If a swordsman only trims his appearance but not his heart, if he only understands evil ways, confusion between right and wrong, and instead of finding invincibility, how can it be possible to break through that level of state?"

"Realm?" Gou Wuyue sternly said, "Are you talking about realm with me?"

Even though the eight gods know their voices like mosquitoes, he still knows that the other party is talking to him.

It's as if he couldn't figure out why the eight gods who were going forward would be cut into their current appearance by Hua Changdeng's three swords.

The other party is also questioning what he is currently doing and the way he is pursuing.

But this, can it be the same?

Gou Wuyue's heart was full of turmoil, and she wanted to raise the sword to slash the person in front of her awake.

But if this is the end of the discussion on swords and Taoism, then the person who lifts the sword first has already lost a lot.

The body can be cut.

But if the opponent's way is not cut, I will not be fair!

"Eight masters!"

Gou Wuyue stepped forward.

With a bang, the sword energy in the void swayed, directly intercepting Wanfang Space.

The crabapple flowers were torn to pieces by the sword energy, and the blossoms withered, leaving only one petal, which could only support the precarious bodies of the eight statues.

Gou Wuyue looked at it with a sad smile: "A man with broken wings, how can he talk about fighting the sky?"

Bazun finally stopped.

If he doesn't stop, he will fall.

At this time, he had already penetrated into the battle situation, falling ten feet away from Gou Wuyue.

Such a distance is the best way to draw a sword.

He slowly raised his eyes and raised the dead branch in his hand.

"Although the wings are broken, I can still float in the air."

"You send wild geese to flocks of eagles. It seems beautiful, but when you really need support..."

The eight masters glanced at the many white clothes outside the field, and shook their heads: "I can still only be alone!"

"But where's your sword!"

Gou Wuyue's voice was trembling.

He knew that what the eight masters said was the truth, and it was difficult for him to argue.

The situation in the Eight Palaces has already been glimpsed at the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Hall.

There is no help so far, but it is because I entered halfway, and I am living under the fence, and I am not of my race. Is it different?

But looking at the eight masters who could only point at him with dead branches, not to mention Gou Wuyue, even the capital of the famous sword Nulan let out a mournful cry.

"Up to now, you can only point at me with a broken branch to teach me?" Gou Wuyue roared angrily, "Where's your sword?"

"My sword?"

Ba Zunwen breathed a sigh of relief, and looked into the distance, "I have swords in all directions, and I will save them for future needs, and I will take them naturally. Du Nulan's voice is dusty... I went astray!"

Hum——

At this moment, Gou Wuyue couldn't hold back the anger in her heart any longer, she raised her sword, and the blue light flickered.

With a sound of swiping, the blue torrents in the four directions converged, and thousands of Mo swords took shape.

The sword world ascended and turned into a long blue river, blocking the way forward for the eight masters.

Gou Wuyue's fingertips trembled slightly.

If this sword is cut off, I am afraid that the person in front will lose his light and die forever.

In the final analysis, the reason why he refused to make a move was still because of the fetters of the past.

Or.

The cracks in the white cave suddenly appeared, and the eight statues just came out.

His sword never thought of falling on the person in front of him, whether Yu Lingdi died in battle or No. 33 was broken, these were not as good as in the past.

This sword can't fall at all!

"You go."

Gou Wuyue sighed.

Under the surprised gazes of all the white clothes, he finally expressed his inner expectation, "Sang Qiye, I can't pay you back, before I change my mind, take all of you holy slaves and get out of the Eighth Palace for me." !"

"this?"

Bai Yi was stunned.

Not even one person would have thought that Senior Wu Yue would say such rebellious words when the task was at hand.

He is one of the Seven Sword Immortals in the mainland, and one of the two masters of the Holy God Hall.

Can these words be said in front of the white clothes and the holy guard?

Can these words be heard by those of us in the temple of the Holy Spirit?

"Crazy!"

There was a low cry among the white clothes.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

"Senior Moonless..."

"Master Yu Lingdi and Senior No. 33 are gone, how dare he?"

"If these words fall into the ears of Lord Dao and Master Cangsheng, Senior Wuyue will not be able to wash them away at all!"

"Obviously the headquarters still treats him as an outsider..."

"Hush!"

People with discerning eyes can already see that something is wrong.

If Gou Wuyue really wanted to make a move, perhaps it would be impossible to wait until now, when Yu Lingdi and No. 33 were killed in battle.

He should have fought hard to take down the eight masters when they first appeared.

Now that these words came out, it further showed the weight of the Eighth Sword Immortal in his heart.

Since there was no shot at that time.

So at this moment, it is very likely that he really can't do it.

And stuck in this moment...

There are some words that Baiyi can listen to and can pass on later.

But there is no doubt that at this moment, it cannot be discussed!

Ba Zunfan glanced at the white-clothed people with a light smile, and asked calmly, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Gou Wuyue closed her eyes heavily.

"My heart is like a mirror. How to do it and how to make choices are the choices they give me."

"Since they dare to act like this, they must be mentally prepared that I will act from the heart."

"But I don't think so." Ba Zunyan denied it.

Gou Wuyue felt amused by the ignorance of the dying person in front of him, and was about to say something, when the eight masters said again: "I came here, I have explained earlier that I am here to kill people, not to To come."

This time, not only Bazun was stunned, but even Bai Yi was dumbfounded.

Everyone thought the previous remarks were just a joke.

I never thought that the person who was talking alone at the scene would take it seriously.

"He really wants to kill seven hundred white clothes and fold all over the mountain full of sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Bai Yi was dumbfounded.

This is the Arabian Nights!

There may still be a slight possibility of the Eighth Sword Immortal in the past.

But one of the current Seven Sword Immortals is ahead.

How could he dare to take these words seriously?

Even Gou Wuyue refused to accept even a word of rebellion, just turned around and left, still rampant here?

The crowd in white was excited, and immediately there were two people who were about to be born.

But after a little thought, the inexplicable death of No. 33...

Was it just a coincidence?

On the other hand, Gou Wuyue was really angry.

"Eight Venerables, do you really want to resist?"

"kill……"

With an angry and funny expression on his face, he pointed at the dead branch and then looked at the man.

"Why?!"

"Just relying on this broken branch in your hand?"

"Just because you need someone to support you even if you fly?"

"Just relying on your... spine that has been crushed by this world so hard that it can't be straightened?"

Gou Wuyue laughed loudly, his face became serious for a long time, and his voice became completely calm, "Ba Zunfu, you really have to wear down all my patience and die calmly, to be worthy of all my sacrifices?"

"I never expect someone to pay for me."

After a pause, the Eight Venerables looked back and took a deep look at Gou Wuyue, implying something: "I never hope."

Haitang'er, who was hiding in the shattered flow of space, shuddered, realizing that she really did something wrong this time.

The Eighth Sword Immortal, why do you need help from others?

"Then what exactly are you planning?!" Gou Wuyue roared angrily, his words were full of madness.

"kill."

Lightly word, lightly down.

Everyone thought this man was crazy.

If you really don't grasp the opportunity to escape well, you will not give up until you get all the dirt on Tai Sui's head?

Gou Wuyue could no longer restrain her impulse.

"rampant!!"

He roared like thunder.

At this moment, the world was in turmoil, and the wind and clouds were turbulent.

Even the way of heaven was shaken by his anger, from sunny to cloudy, with dark clouds, cold wind and bleak, space collapsed, and thousands of mountains collapsed.

The famous sword Nulan's voice slanted.

"Swipe, swipe..."

The torrent of cyan Mo Jian swept across from east to west, and went straight to the place where the eight gods were familiar.

"careful."

Haitang'er exclaimed.

The remaining petals under Bazun's feet stood up, as if trying to block this wave of attacks.

But how strong is Mo's swordsmanship?

With just one impact, the petals were shattered and completely torn into powder.

"Whoosh".

Haitang'er wanted to save the space.

Even if the head is determined to go his own way, but desperately, he can't let the head die here!

But just as the spatial crack was about to be opened, Haitang'er wanted to get out of it, but suddenly stopped, looking at the torrent of Mo Jian from afar, it seemed that an astonishing sword intent was set off.

——A sword intent completely different from Gou Wuyue!

"this?"

When the cyan torrent rushed past, everyone thought that even if the eight gods were immortal, it would be impossible to block the power of Taixu and the damage of Mo Jian.

In this wave, the undead will be taken on the spot.

But suddenly, the sword intent of Chongxiao rose from the blue torrent, smashing it into pieces.

Unscrupulous, unrestrained, fearless...

Gou Wuyue was in a trance, only felt that the person back then had returned.

Thoughts just stopped for a while, a golden light bloomed from the blue.

Immediately, the sound of the Buddha was all over the place, and a great Buddha was lifted up inch by inch in the blue torrent!

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

The deep six-character Sanskrit sound was born from the hearts of everyone in the audience, and the speed of speech became faster and faster.

Everyone felt that their temples were swollen, and their heads seemed to be blown apart by the Sanskrit mantra. They all looked away, closed their six senses, and dared not face it directly.

But Gou Wuyue's eyes widened, staring desperately at the Universal Buddha that soared into the clouds at that moment, her eyes were full of disbelief.

"How can it be……"

"The ban on arms?"

He was dumbfounded.

Under the ban on martial arts, how could it be possible for Bazun Fan to use spiritual skills again?

Is this formula a joke?

The prohibition on arms issued by Hua Changdeng in the past is actually useless?

"In the past, Huachangdeng, was it ever conferred sainthood?"

A black light rose from the sky and stood on the top of the Buddha.

Ba Zun Fan seemed to know what Gou Wuyue was thinking, and sneered: "I have never been conferred a saint, and the world's elite, who can hold down my Ba Zun Fan?"

Those squinting eyes, flamboyant hair...

At this moment, Gou Wuyue's expression was filled with melancholy, as if it had been a lifetime away.

"Well."

The painful groans of the men in white finally woke him up, and Gou Wuyue came back to his senses.

"Eight Masters, do you really want to make a move?"

No reply.

Standing on the top of the Buddha statues, the eight statues are gaining momentum.

He suddenly raised his eyes, and Jian Nian flashed away in his eyes.

"laugh!"

Gou Wuyue only felt a pain in her chest.

The eight gods are familiar with fingering dead branches, but they still don't move.

He was shot with blood, and his whole body was pierced by the sword intent, nailing him to death on the spot.

"I won't kill you, just watch and wait."

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