I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"It's an illusion."

The uncle who pierced the throat with four fingers responded with a smile: "It is both illusion and swordsmanship, a swordsmanship that surpasses your fairy eye illusion."

fencing?

The onlookers in the arena were all shocked.

In my mind, a legendary sword technique emerged at the same time...

"Phantom Sword Technique?"

On the other side, Hundred Ghosts made a sound in surprise.

His cross pupils were furious, but he found that he could not mobilize the power of the holy blood, and smashed the space with the power of extinction.

now.

Bai Gui's pair of green and orange eyes intertwined, only stared at another sloppy uncle in front of him in shock and inexplicable.

The uncle's second finger was holding a drop of holy blood that was unwilling to be restrained, trying to chase freedom.

That was the holy blood that his hundred ghosts took out!

But.

Holy Blood, when was it stolen?

"Your illusion..."

Facing the shock of the audience, the sloppy uncle only smiled and shook his head: "It's just like that."

As he spoke, he backhanded the holy blood into the ring, pointed at the other side of the cunt that was pierced by another uncle's four fingers, and asked the ghosts:

"If I kill him, will you be frightened and give me the position of your Master Huang Quan?"

The pupils of Hundred Ghosts shrank suddenly.

His pupils turned back and forth, looking in disbelief at the uncle in front of him who was divided into two, yet able to control the two slashers at the same time.

What ability is this?

What kind of cultivation is this?

"impossible!"

All ghosts are going crazy, he is going crazy, he can't even see how the Dao is distributed here, so he said in shock:

"You have no sword,

How could it be possible to use the phantom sword technique? "

"Besides, you're not the master of the eight masters, how can you control the two of us at the same time with the phantom sword technique? Can you still surpass the flower fairy eyes?"

"Laughing to death!" The sloppy uncle looked indifferent.

That's what he said, without smiling at all, with a stern and serious expression: "Up until now, you still doubt my identity?"

"Eight Venerable Masters, it is impossible to draw a sword!" Hundred Ghosts roared angrily.

He knows something.

While talking angrily, Hyakki used anger and madness to cover up his true intentions.

But secretly trying to use the cross pupil to silence the illusion, the ghosts discovered that this is like reality, and it is not like an illusion at all.

The two sloppy uncles in front of me are real people!

"Incarnation outside the body?"

Hundred ghosts are thinking about death. Doesn't this mean that the other party is a semi-holy?

But, no!

Half saint, why do you want to pretend to be the eight masters?

Although his Hundred Ghosts are delaying time, it is also true that the eight gods can't understand the sword!

Hearing this, the sloppy uncle only slightly shook his head and sighed.

"Until you die, you don't even know how you died..."

"My sword is in your heart."

Finished speaking.

The other hand of the sloppy uncle, which was inexplicably ignored by everyone, suddenly appeared in everyone's cognitive picture.

It's right on the heart of Hundred Ghosts!

As soon as the words were settled, the uncle curled his hands into a sword-holding posture, and actually pulled out a black and white sword with dao patterns from the heart of the ghosts.

"Uh, ah ah—"

The roar of pain resounded in everyone's ears instantly.

The flow of time here seems to be delayed hundreds or thousands of times.

That black and white sword was pulled out little by little.

Everyone can clearly see the mysterious gossip on it, and feel the dao rhyme gathered by the sword body.

"Famous sword!"

Jiang Chaotian exclaimed in surprise: "Isn't this Taiyi Yishui sword? Isn't this the sword of Yao Fu and Yao Ye? Is he the Yao family?"

No one responded.

Everyone just looked at the scene in front of them in shock and inexplicably, and listened to the wailing of the ghosts tearing apart their ears.

A chop.

In front of this sloppy uncle, he was powerless to become like this!

Among the scenes, even if the storyteller has a panoramic view, he can't help being terrified.

"Phantom sword technique..."

It can be said that in this small world of yin and yang life and death?, the only person who can feel the unreality of the current picture is the storyteller.

He has the experience of seeing his brother unleash a sword, so the storytelling knows it.

The sword here is just a small microcosm of the truly vast phantom sword technique.

And the moment when the sloppy uncle pulled out the water sword of Taiyi from the heart of Baigui.

Yincao and Baigui lost half of their vitality in the eyes of everyone at the same time.

"died?"

Everyone swallowed their saliva.

At this moment, even Xu Xiaoshou felt the absurdity.

This is ridiculous!

This is simply the greatest joke in the world!

The two major swordsmen are gone?

This uncle is the one who is familiar with the eight masters, and the one who sits first among the saint slaves is the counterfeit?

At the moment, Xu Xiaoshou even had such thoughts in his heart.

However.

After slowly wiping the sword, the sloppy uncle who cleared the blood from Taiyi Yishuijian only flicked the famous sword lightly with his fingers.

"Keng--"

There was a crisp sword cry.

Everyone saw the picture in front of them and broke again.

Another screen appears.

After clarifying the truth, everyone's scalps became numb again.

I saw the scene in the field, the sloppy uncle didn't move at all, and there was no sword and no dust in his hand.

And Yincao, just like the illusion in his flower fairy eyes, really rushed out, and even rushed in front of the sloppy uncle.

At this moment, the two are only a few steps away from each other.

Uncle didn't move.

Yincao was sweating profusely, panting, and his face was as white as paper.

He is not dead!

But as if, it looked like the rest of his life after death.

And the hundred ghosts who were a little behind were not still dead, and their hands still maintained the posture of drawing out the holy blood.

But at this moment, the Holy Blood is no more.

In the palm of Hundred Ghosts, there is only a small stone left.

"..."

All quiet.

There was no sound.

After a while, everyone realized that the scene where the ghosts and ghosts were all dead was the real illusion!

A magic sword technique that overwhelms the illusion of the fairy eyes!

Xu Xiao was shocked.

His "perception" can see through a little bit of reality in Huaxian's eyes, but he can't see through the sloppy uncle's phantom swordsmanship.

Thinking back to what this person said just now, "It's just like that", he now only feels that this uncle is a real fortress.

This is the illusion!

...

"Phantom Sword Technique?"

On the other side, Yin Cao swallowed her saliva and struggled to make a sound.

He has the weakness of surviving a catastrophe on his face, but he doesn't necessarily have the hope of future blessings.

Just looking at the moment, Yincao's flower fairy eyes met the uncle's cloudy eyes, and they completely lost their color.

Obviously it is the phoenix and the native chicken.

At this moment, the local chicken is superior!

"En." The uncle only nodded.

"Are you really familiar with the eight gods?" Yin Cao asked again.

"En." The uncle nodded again.

"..."

Yin Cao couldn't continue asking, and fell silent.

The uncle said: "Since I died once, I can finally answer my question! Huang Quan, where is it?"

Yin Cao felt powerless.

How to fight this?

This person's phantom sword technique is so powerful that even Hua Xianmu can't resist it.

It turns out that what Master Huang Quan said is actually true...

It's not that if you have Leijiatong and your cultivation reaches the Dao Slashing level, you will not be afraid of Taixu, and even cooperate with the Holy Blood to be able to fight against Taixu.

There are geniuses in this world.

Some people only practice one kind of move in their life until they reach the peak.

All pupil techniques are false.

He can break ten thousand spells with only one strength!

Looking at the sloppy uncle in front of him, Yin Cao actually still doesn't believe that this man is Ba Zunfa.

But it doesn't matter if it's not the Eight Masters.

Saying that he is one of the Seven Sword Immortals, Yincao now feels that this person is worthy of such a title.

Illusory Sword Art is known as the most difficult to practice among the Nine Great Sword Arts.

This person can cultivate to such a level, it is simply terrifying!

"Master Huang Quan..."

Yin Cao pursed her lips, as if she was going to stop stubbornly resisting, and wanted to tell the location of Master Huang Quan.

Never thought about it.

In the next second, everyone heard him hiss and exclaim: "Help me——"

The audience was stunned.

At this moment, even the sloppy uncle was startled by such a coquettish operation, and couldn't react for a while.

And at the same time.

The hundred ghosts also exclaimed in the rear:

"Master Huang Quan, save me—"

Not only has he made a name for himself, but he also has a trace of grievance and unwillingness.

But in the end, both of them shouted out.

After the sloppy uncle came to his senses, his face immediately became serious, and he put his two fingers together, and cut forward, as if he really wanted to cut off the head of Yin Cao.

However, at this moment, void ripples flooded, and the power of time and space suddenly emerged.

A faint golden glow rose from the bodies of the two Yamas who called for help.

The uncle's sword finger across Yincao's throat seemed to have been cut to a different dimension.

Even the hands directly passed through Yin Cao's body.

"The power of time and space?" The sloppy uncle was surprised.

Then he watched helplessly as the two of them were engulfed by the black hole under the force of time and space, and their figures disappeared directly on the spot.

"Run away?" Jiang Chaotian's eyes were tearing from behind.

Jiang Shao's three annoying pupils have not been recovered yet.

Hades and Wang, ran away?

He immediately rushed forward, but apart from passing through the original space where Yin Cao was, he couldn't even catch even a trace of the enemy's clothes.

When it landed, Jiang Chaotian seemed to be decades older.

In this battle, it seemed that from beginning to end, his appearance was a superfluous character.

From the storyteller, to the first eight venerables, to the two Yama kings, to the second eight venerables...

In the audience, no one paid attention to his demi-saint Jiang's way of cutting!

It can even be said to be ignoring...

Jiang Chaotian felt what was wrong with the world.

When did Zhan Dao's sense of existence become so slim?

But after realizing that he was in a dead end, he jumped out of the deadlock of thinking and thought again, and then he knew what kind of whirlpool he was in.

The holy slave, the two eight gods, and the Hades organization with two supreme artifacts as the leader, which specializes in collecting Laijiatong...

This is simply not a situation where he, Jiang Chaotian, can intervene.

In other words, the entire Jiang family is the only one who can intervene in this matter.

Except half holy.

The weakest one should also be too vain!

"Snapped."

Thinking of this, Jiang Chaotian patted his forehead and lowered his eyelids.

He understands the truth.

But what about Young Master Jiang?

This is Jiang Chaotian, how can he go back to the Jiang family and give an explanation?

...

the other side.

"interesting……"

The sloppy uncle touched the space, felt the remaining power, and muttered to himself in a low voice:

"It seems that such a strong power of time has only been felt in Kong Yuhen's body."

"But he still has the power of space attributes..."

"interesting!"

The sloppy uncle murmured, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up: "This Huang Quan, don't be too powerful!"

He doesn't care about Jiang's three people.

Since the two of Yama and Wang were rescued by the air, it was unexpected.

At this time, there is only one person left who is worthy of uncle's concern.

"Acquainted with the eight masters?" The uncle turned his head and looked at Xu Xiaoshou amusedly.

"Wait."

But Xu Xiaoshou waved at him, came straight to Jiang Qi, and said bluntly:

"Three disgusting pupils are not in my hands, and I don't want to fight against the half-sages of your clan. I am not the enemy of the holy slaves. My nature has never taken the initiative to attack."

Jiang Qi was taken aback, not understanding what the masked man wanted to do.

But Xu Xiaoshou said calmly: "Whether you believe it or not, you can pay attention to the organization of the King of Hades. I believe that a junior can bring out the three disgusting eyes. You Jiang family and other Lei family pupils, So... you know."

That's all for now.

Xu Xiaoshou stopped talking.

He knew that Jiang Qi was a smart person, needless to say, he understood.

The real eight masters will not deliberately fight against a half-sage.

but!

It's not worth deliberately making friends.

Therefore, it is enough for him to mention one point.

Say it.

Xu Xiaoshou only turned to look at the storyteller: "Let them out!"

The storyteller hasn't realized which one is Xu Xiaoshou, so Xu Xiaoshou can only send him a voice transmission: "I'm Xu Xiaoshou."

At that moment, the storyteller came to a sudden, and directly released the Jiang family and the others from the small world of space, and handed them back to the Heavenly Prayer Forest.

...

Inexplicably, the small space world of yin and yang life and death emerged. At this moment, Jiang Chaotian knew that he was out of trouble.

But at the same time, he lost all clues!

On the other hand, Jiang Qi was immersed in thinking.

"What's the meaning?"

At first Jiang Qi thought the masked Bazun was real, after all, he had been to Tianyang Village.

But then the sloppy uncle was so good at phantom swordsmanship that she no longer believed that the masked man was the eight masters, and it was possible that the sloppy uncle was the eight masters.

However, the masked man who spoke to her at the end can order the storyteller!

It doesn't matter which one of the eight gods is true and which one is false.

The important thing is that there is only one small world in the world of Yin and Yang life and death? It is the storyteller of the saint slave.

In other words, the storyteller in the red dress in the arena is definitely a real person.

The power of space is too rare.

No one can imitate this.

So, the masked man who didn't make a move at the end is the real Eight Masters?

But if you want to understand it this way, that fake sloppy uncle has both sword thoughts and illusion sword skills and is so amazing...

"Well!"

Jiang Qi suddenly covered his head and groaned, feeling a splitting headache.

She was going to be driven crazy by herself!

unimportant……

unimportant……

Abandoning all of this as much as possible, Jiang Qi turned his head, looked at Jiang Chaotian who was constantly healing Jiang Shao, and said, "Senior, we may be saved."

"Help?" Jiang Chaotian didn't turn his head, apparently indifferent.

"Um."

However, Jiang Qi was very sure. She recalled the words that the eight masked men gave her at the end, and suddenly had a very bold and terrifying inference in her mind, saying:

"I don't dare to talk about the semi-holy of the clan, but since the three eyes are so important, why are they lost so inexplicably?"

"Perhaps, this is just a line of my family's half saint?"

Jiang Chaotian paused in his healing movements, and looked back calmly, his eyes regained their radiance.

yes!

Hades, this organization is clearly a huge fish.

Even before the loss of the Three Yan pupils, Jiang Chaotian, as the Jiang family, had great intelligence, but he had never even heard of the name of this organization.

However, Yan Wang has grown to possess the Xuanxuan Sword, the Soul Cut, and the two tearful pupils!

At that moment, Jiang Chaotian opened his mouth to speak, but stopped suddenly, and looked back at Young Master Jiang.

The blood in Jiang Xian's eyes had dried up.

At this time, the eyelashes trembled, showing signs of awakening.

"not dead!"

Jiang Chao was overjoyed.

Immediately, he calmed down, turned his head to Jiang Qi, and said solemnly: "Since you say you don't dare to talk about the semi-saint, don't talk about the semi-holy."

Jiang Qi nodded: "Yes."

Yes.

Bai Yi is coming.

You can't talk about it here, go back and discuss it later.

This matter must be discussed.

As for now, it is better to confirm the identity of the victim, let Bai Yi be Young Master Jiang, and seek justice!

after all……

The darkness should be conquered by the light!