I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"I have a passive skill ()"!

Dark clouds overwhelm the top, and the Jianhe River closes the border.

There was a murderous air in the field.

"furious!"

Before Gou Wuyue left, someone in the white clothes couldn't suppress his anger.

There is no doubt that among the people present, there is a throne, and there is also a sword.

Maybe the sword cultivator believed in the Eighth Sword Immortal like a god, but there were not only sword cultivators in the world.

"The rickety people, lie that I will wait for fish and meat?"

Accompanied by an angry reprimand, the man dressed in white who was chanting the Sanskrit mantra in his heart to the point of blowing his head flew forward, awe-inspiring.

"Wang Rang!"

"No—"

There were exclamations of exclamation at the right time.

But under the preoccupation with himself, no one could stop Wang Rang's actions.

"Birth without boundaries!"

Wang Rang bearded and raised his hand.

A ray of dark golden light opened up, directly enveloping everyone in the audience.

In an instant, the world seemed to be completely silent.

The sound of the wind, the cry, the sound of the sword...

Not at all!

Except for the majestic blue sword river still remaining on the scene, even the voices of the great Buddha drawn out by the eight masters of mantra were eliminated in an instant.

"Cut the road?"

The eight gods looked sideways, but there were no waves in them.

This type of void realm can indeed eliminate all the negative states that are not conducive to Bai Yi in a short period of time.

However, even Gou Wuyue had to keep silent under his scolding.

Where did this guy come from,

How dare you point fingers at him?

"The rickety one?"

Bazun murmured and laughed.

It is true that his back is slightly bent, and he no longer has the demeanor of a strong man.

Even stand tall and stand on the top of the Buddha.

The heavy pressure from the years is still overwhelming.

Can be placed on him.

If there was no Gou Wuyue to support him, how could this person be so rampant?

"First."

The eight masters raised a finger at Gou Wuyue.

Surprise flashed in Gou Wuyue's eyes, and she already sensed something was wrong.

The cyan sword energy burst out from his body suddenly, and the sword energy that had frozen him was broken away in an instant, and then he raised the sword and rushed forward with the momentum.

"Against the River!"

The cyan sword river suddenly moved, and then the endless sword energy rushed towards it like water breaking a dam.

With a bang, the bodies of the eight masters were shattered by the water of the Jianhe River.

But when the figure disappeared, there was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his lips, but it seemed to be signaling something.

"careful!"

Gou Wuyue came to her senses in an instant, and yelled at Wang Rang.

Others may not be able to see it, but he doesn't know that the reason why the Eighth Sword Immortal is known as the Eighth Sword Immortal and the belief of sword cultivators in the Eastern Region is because he has perfectly mastered the nine sword skills of ancient sword cultivators!

Not one of them.

But nine of them!

"Phantom Sword Technique?"

Wang Rang in white seemed to understand something.

He has fought with Gu Jianxiu before, so he naturally knows that this is a sword technique that uses space as a mirror to transform phantoms, and even when it reaches its peak, it can turn the emptiness into reality.

But the eight masters were broken under Gou Wuyue's sword river.

himself, but he couldn't find the other party's trace at all.

"where is he?"

For a moment, Wang Rang was a little terrified.

He has cut the Dao cultivation base, even the Dao has been cut.

But at this moment, there was no figure of a guy with an acquired cultivation level.

Absurd!

"did you find it?"

A laugh suddenly sounded in my heart.

Wang Rang's pupils shrank, and his spiritual energy exploded, protecting his body instantly.

Even the boundaries suddenly shrunk by half.

But even so, the echo of that laughter was still completely unstoppable.

The terrifying voice of the eight gods sounded again:

"Little guy, how many years have you practiced? Have you had thirty years?"

"The cultivation of the Dao is still incomplete, no matter how fast you cut the Dao, there are still aspects that you have never realized."

"Phantom Sword Art is very clear, then have you seen another form of Nine Sword Art - Heart Sword Art?"

Heart fencing?

Wang made the whole person dumbfounded.

He has heard of it!

But this long-lost swordsmanship.

Let alone met, he didn't even know what kind of attack method it was.

Judging from the name alone, it is possible that after the eight masters disappeared, they went to their own...

heart?

"Nonsense!"

Wang Rang was quite frightened by himself.

How can it be possible for a real person to get into the hearts of the people?

He is Ba Zunfu, not Yu Lingdi!

"Not ridiculous."

Obviously it's just the voice of the heart, but Ba Zunfan has read everything about Wang Rang.

After the sound, Wang Rang turned his gaze, and suddenly found that there was a gap between everyone in the audience, including Gou Wuyue.

In everyone's heart, there is a villain reflected indistinctly.

——Eight masters!

"Heart swordsmanship is formed by observing the appearance, and the spirit is placed in the entity. Anyone who desires, fears, frightens, and delights..."

"The colors of the eight squares are moved by emotion, and the nameless land dawns and becomes a shadow..."

"What the heart says is the spirit, the god..."

Wang Rang felt like he was going crazy.

The Mimi Sanskrit sound obviously only consisted of the words "Om Mani Padme Hum" at the beginning, but when the image of that villain was imaged in the bottom of his eyes, the often repeated six words he heard could be directly reflected in his mind. paraphrase.

"wrong!"

With a chill down his spine, Wang Rang discovered to his horror that this question was not important at all.

The important thing is, shouldn't all the things you want to be eliminated be eliminated under your own "life without boundaries"?

How could it be possible for the Dao Sanskrit to reappear?

As if not to scare people to death endlessly, the laughter of the eight masters came out again.

"Little guy, do you think I'm too weak? How can you think that even Gou Wuyue should treat him with caution..."

"Can you see through my phantom sword technique so quickly?"

When Wang Rang was horrified, the villain he saw standing above everyone's hearts disappeared instantly.

In the next second, it turned into a golden Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is not imprisoned by the body, and in a blink of an eye it emerges through the body and turns into a giant Buddha.

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

Hong Zhong Da Lu Yin shocked him so much that his eyes collapsed and his mind went blank.

Even he himself didn't realize that when the first sound sounded, his temple exploded on the spot.

And the follow-up is settled word by word.

Almost after a few "bang bang bang", his limbs, including his body, all collapsed and died.

"die……"

so fast!

...

"Hey!"

In Huangliang's dream, Wang Rang was startled suddenly as if he stumbled in a dream, and broke out in cold sweat.

He blinked and looked up.

The moment he realized that he still had eyes and was not dead, the scene in front of him directly shocked him speechless.

I saw the eight statues standing on the top of the Buddha statues between the dead branches, and my own "life without boundaries" could not penetrate their bodies at all from the very beginning.

When the bulging boundary sphere touched the dead branch, it was deformed by an unknown force.

No matter how deformed it is, it can't enclose the eight gods, it can only continue to extend outside.

In the face of that ingenious power control, the boundary has never been broken, it just extends, extends, and extends again...

"this!"

Bai Yi's exclamation suddenly sounded.

"what's the situation?"

"Wang Rang, isn't Wang Rang dead?"

"I clearly saw that his whole body exploded, what's going on?"

"Oh My God……"

Turning his head, Wang Rang was shocked to find that not only was he deceived by the phantom sword technique, but all the white clothes in the audience seemed to have seen the scene he had just seen.

I am still alive.

That means that the scene just now was not real.

But such a real feeling of death, it is not real, that is...

"Phantom Sword Technique?"

Wang Rang turned his head stiffly, trying to see something in Gou Wuyue's eyes.

But apart from the shock hidden deep in his eyes, he found nothing.

"So, even that Jianhe Broken Body is fake?"

"Even Senior Wuyue couldn't see through the phantom swordsmanship of the Eight Masters?"

Wang Rang was terrified.

He really didn't understand why this guy with acquired cultivation could do this.

Even though he is Gu Jianxiu, once the Eighth Sword Immortal.

What about the ban on arms?

After so many years of suppression, even if the opponent has some kind of power to break through the confinement, is it possible that they can really ignore them all?

Besides, what about Gou Wuyue?

Even the Eighth Sword Immortal in the past is still only the Eighth Sword Immortal.

If he didn't get the title of Seven Sword Immortal, he couldn't be regarded as a master of swordsmanship in the true sense.

But now, one of the real Seven Sword Immortals is ahead.

Even he couldn't see through the swordsmanship of the Eight Masters?

"Can't you see through it?"

The laughter in his heart sounded again, Wang Rang subconsciously nodded slightly, then reacted, and immediately looked up at the person on the top of the Buddha in horror.

But that man...

Gou Wuyue is the only one in the eyes of the eight masters.

This question was not addressed to him, Wang Rang, but to Gou Wuyue!

"Ignore..."

This kind of grief and indignation caused by being completely ignored and used as a tool for the strong to test their combat power is something Wang Rang has never experienced since he became Zhan Dao.

This feeling of weakness is what he hates.

But this kind of reality is helpless, and he is completely powerless.

Wang Rang began to break out in a cold sweat.

Gou Wuyue's side also fell silent.

There was an unbelievable look in his eyes, as if he had thought of something and was completely absent-minded.

The eight statues standing on the top of the Buddha statue smiled casually, touched the dead branch in their hands, and the realm collapsed.

"If you can't see through it, then you won't be able to keep this person."

After speaking openly, the eight gods flicked a dead branch in their hands.

"Taoist, instant."

brush!

A silver light pierced the sky.

Three Thousand Swordsmanship—Shundao!

While the blood was flying, Wang Rang felt that the world was turned upside down, and in a certain scene from the circling world screen, there was a headless corpse gushing blood...

The blood is still hot.

The headless corpse was also very familiar.

"I?"

Wang Rang's eyes widened, but he refused to close them.

But the world is getting darker, even if you don't close your eyes, it's still difficult to see things.

...

"Cut the road?"

Bazun put down the dead branches and sighed, "It's just a first-level realm."

He looked at the sky, and the sword thought in his eyes flashed away.

"Boom—"

The rules of the avenue appeared, and under this view, they were cut into endless fragments in an instant, and withered one after another.

silent.

The audience was dead silent.

Everyone looked dazed.

Not even one person would have thought that under the ban on martial arts, there would still be people who could destroy the heavens at a glance, and would not even allow the king to be resurrected.

"Watch...sword...skills?"

The white clothes are difficult.

Everyone saw this pattern.

But they are not from the same era, they have not fought in person, they are only wandering among hearsay, imagining that it is a rumor that has been swallowed by everyone...

In such a situation, who would have thought of it.

Watching swordsmanship, can it come so directly, so simply?

Not even a word of nonsense.

glance.

The world is shattered, and the head of the Taoist owl will be beheaded!

"Eight Masters..."

Gou Wuyue's heart was beating wildly, her brows were trembling, and her fingers were clenched.

He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. It seemed that the eight masters of the past really wanted to stand in front of his position as the opposite.

Even, in a more arrogant way!

"Your cultivation base..."

Gou Wuyue was at a loss for words, the voice of the famous sword Nulan was humming and trembling, it seemed that he was cut off by this gaze, and he was so shocked that he couldn't lightly.

"Hahaha!"

Bazun raised his head and laughed loudly. After a long time, he picked his head with a dead branch, his brows were erected, and his face was funny.

"Gou Wuyue, at this point, are you still struggling with such trivial matters?"

"This is no small matter!" Gou Wuyue's eyes widened.

The eight masters looked solemn, and the cold voice slammed down: "That means you are small!"

There was a bang in my mind, and Gou Wuyue went blank for a while.

pattern……

small?

There are hundreds of people in white clothes, all of them are shocked, staring at the wanton man on the top of the Buddha.

Ba Zun shook his head, looked at Gou Wuyue's eyes full of disappointment, was silent for a while, and then continued:

"From the moment I showed up, all your concerns are too one-sided and too restrictive."

"You never talk about my ambitions, you only want to impose your own plans and wishes on me."

"Don't listen to others, use your own voice to cover everything."

"I have to say, Seven Sword Immortals, and the name of ruler, completely framed you!"

Gou Wuyue's heart was beating wildly when she heard it, and she raised her eyes following the crowd.

But he saw that the imposing shadow of the big Buddha in the backlight was rising again and again, and even the scruffy man on it seemed to be covered with a layer of pale golden radiance.

Bazun paused for a moment, remembering Gou Wuyue's previous question, it was very funny.

He raised the dead branch in his hand, stared at it for a long time, and murmured: "From my sword, to my cultivation, to my figure..."

"Rickets?"

"Ah!"

Ba Zunfan sneered, "I'll talk to you about your position, you'll talk to me about doubts, I'll talk to you about your ambitions, and you'll tell me about your strength... Even the gods can't awaken people who are willing to close their eyes!"

After he finished speaking, he obviously didn't want to say any more nonsense.

There was a bang.

The spirit yuan exploded, and the eight masters slowly rose into the air.

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

Even Haitang, who was hiding in the space, was shocked.

"fly?"

Isn't this exclusive to innate cultivation?

Gazing again, the eight masters whose aura is constantly rising, at this moment, seem to have broken into the innate realm.

It seems that the breakthrough or not of cultivation depends entirely on one thought.

Gou Wuyue had a bad feeling and wanted to do something.

But under the aura of the eight gods who were slowly flying into the air, everyone felt the pressure drop, and their bodies couldn't help but hunched and trembled.

The eight statues know how to look up to the sky.

When Taixu was angry, dark clouds covered; when the famous sword was mentioned, the river of swords approached.

These, nothing!

He regards Gou Wuyue as a good friend, even if he has different positions, he still wants to wake him up.

But now, there is no need to say anything more.

Still the same sentence, the gods can't wake up people who are willing to close their eyes.

If you really want to give the other party an answer, then this answer must also be bloody, cast with blood.

On the top of the Buddha, a sad song was played.

The eight gods are familiar with the dead branches, and the Sanskrit sound reappears in everyone's mind. Every word is pearly, and it seems that even the interpretation has a clear understanding in the deafening sound of each word:

"Heiyun deceives Tiansang, and the river flows westward."

Everyone's heart trembled, and inexplicable fear descended.

The dark clouds covering the sky moved without wind, and began to roll and tear.

The sword river that opened up a world rippled and began to swim and surge.

Peak, unrivaled power is present.

Everyone was horrified, but the interpretation of the mantra changed:

"The Dao Gang is often absent, and the power is due to the servants."

From the scene to the sex, they are obviously not talking about themselves, but everyone feels completely crushed.

The trembling knee was about to be smashed down on the head, but his own resistance to slavishness still made everyone respect and uphold the mantra.

Sanskrit mantra, never stop for a moment.

The towering figure of the man on the top of the Buddha became majestic, and the Buddha's light diffused, as if the gods continued to whisper:

"A broken wing is not a bird, but a sword is not an ordinary body."

It seems to be talking about himself, after the eight masters have broken through the innate, they not only broke away from the residual petals on the ground, but also gained the ability to fly.

Even the spiritual sense was restored, and he saw the white clothes scattered outside in the battle situation in the entire Eight Palaces, who couldn't come back in time, or didn't dare to come.

When the golden light was empty, he suddenly raised his head, straightened his stooped body, and endless divine light appeared in his eyes.

"Bow in sincerity and fear? My way is too low!"

At this moment, the dark clouds shattered and the sky crumbled.

The phantom of the Great Buddha bloomed to its peak in everyone's eyes, and that gorgeous look, like the afterglow of the setting sun, made people linger and forget to return.

Everyone watched as the dead branch in the hands of the man floating on the top of the Buddha was shattered by an unknown force, and it was cut into two silently.

"Huh~"

The wind swayed slightly, and dead branches fell to the ground.

There were a few snaps.

Everyone's nostalgic eyes became eternal.

With a bang, the famous sword hit the ground, and Gou Wuyue closed his eyes heavily.

This scene, in his eyes, also became eternity.

What the deceased saw was beauty, but what he, an outsider, saw was the flashing silver light under the phantoms of hundreds of Buddhas flying into the sky.

That is Jian Nian.

It also cut off the sword light of the Buddha.

It is the holy power that ended the lives of hundreds of white clothes!

"Holy power..."

Just a trace.

But the ending is quite different.

There was no pain, no moaning, and even less exclamation.

Under the slash of the Buddha, the Buddha's light exploded, the heaven and the earth were divided into layers, and so were the people.

The sound of bang bang's body hitting the ground came, Gou Wuyue opened her eyes in grief, but she saw the floating corpses in the sea of ​​blood, but the corpses were all peaceful.

He clenched his fists tightly, and suddenly realized that the sword in his hand had dropped without knowing when.

swordsman……

with guests...

The difference of one letter makes a world of difference!

"despair."

With a soft sound, the eight masters touched the ground with their toes.

He stared at the person in front of him, pondered for a long time, but never made a sound.

sideways.

After looking back and seeing the famous sword on the ground, the eight masters paused for a moment, but finally stepped forward and chose to leave.

"One of my swords will cut off the gods and Buddhas in your heart, I hope you can do it yourself."

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