I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1368

[Chapter 1300 The next one is you!]

Void Island was silenced.

What echoed in everyone’s ears was Xu Xiaoshou’s sarcasm thrown out after piercing the mind of the False Emperor, who had evolved into nothing but reality.

His combos are so smooth, the use of Hongmei Sanliu Luoyingjie seems to have been rehearsed countless times in his mind.

As soon as the holy emperor was blown up, he followed suit and made a move.

There is no escape, no escape.

Under Xu Xiaoshou’s tiger-like gaze, the huge void island was not even a single inch of space for the Holy Emperor.

“He’s obviously so out of tune…” Someone murmured in a trembling voice.

Yes, Xu Xiaoshou is so out of tune!

When he shrank, he shrank even more than a tortoise, for fear of attracting even a little attention from others.

But when he released it, he was extravagant and presumptuous, and “sensation” is not enough to describe it.

One move, one move, one sword, one sarcasm.

Killing and punishing the heart, every sentence sees blood.

Xu Xiaoshou used his sharp tongue to the extreme, and he could confide in some words that made the onlookers feel ashamed and unbearable.

But it was such an incomprehensible person who forcibly knocked out the Sage Emperor Huang Ze!

If it was said that a Long Rongjie detonated in the air before, and the Sage Emperor Huangze was blown into a blood man, but because the distance was too far, everyone only felt that it was absurd, and the feeling was not very real.

Then, when the screen of the spiritual mirror showed the ghost face of the Holy Emperor Huang Ze from being blurred to solidified and finally transformed into a distorted grimace, everyone was also dumbfounded.

One punch, one punch, another punch…

From the Temple of Sin, to the Fallen Abyss, to the Blood Realm, Xu Xiaoshou beat Feiyan Wushi, Dao Qiongcang, and Huang Ze Shengdi successively.

Is this really a rebellious picture that can be seen in the current era where the world is bad-mouthing the younger generation and the previous ten seats are still the mainstream?

The reality is crushed with a punch of fantasy…

The dream wakes up and everything comes true…

Such an outrageous feeling is what the person who lost his voice thinks in his heart at the moment – he can’t accept it, but he has to accept it.

The Forest of Miracles is extremely far away, on a narrow path leading to secluded places.

The Meisi people have recovered some energy and energy under the help of the eight gods who have been ill for a long time and have become a doctor.

Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.

How about Xu Xiaoshou’s punch, how about blasting the boundary, all of them are taken seriously by the Meisi people.

Essentially speaking, those powers are not Xu Xiaoshou’s own, he is just a container for combining the power of the Four Great Sage Emperors, a medium to vent the power of the Four Great Sage Emperors.

Borrowing four against one, it is normal to win, and it is strange to lose.

What really shocked Meisi people was Xu Xiaoshou’s impromptu use of a heart sword technique after a punch in order to control and silence the emperor’s escape thoughts.

“All demons…”

“This, is he really all demons?”

The blind man Ba Zunfan couldn’t see, he could only feel the distant power, but Meisi saw it clearly and was completely shocked.

As we all know, the image of Xinjianshu cannot be changed!

Xu Xiaoshou’s image has also been seen by Mei Siren, and it is very strong. It is the image of the sword god Gulouying.

Regardless of the strength of the current realm, as long as the personality of the image is high or low, he can almost beat ninety-nine out of ten ancient sword cultivators in the world.

But just like this, the image is changed in the previous sword strike!

Mei Siren hurriedly looked at the eight monks beside him, and after describing the battle process in a long story short, he asked:

“From the black sky, the silver moon, the lonely building, the back…”

“Turned into a berserk giant with two scorched black arms, stepping on the devil emperor black dragon, with seven blood trees on his back, a white sea of flames around his body, and two scorched arms…

” ! You taught him?”

Mei Siren finished speaking heavily, with disbelief still in his eyes.

He knew that Ba Zunfan didn’t have the time to teach Xu Xiaoshoujian, otherwise it would not be his turn for Meisi to take advantage of it.

For the moment, regardless of whether the eight masters have time…

Even if he wants to teach, the ancient sword cultivator in this world must be able to learn it someday, right?

Don’t you see Sanyue Xiancheng Xiao Kongtong, the only disciple under the name of the Eight Masters, one of the new generation of quasi-seven swordsmen, needless to say the talent of swordsmanship.

He will not do this either!

Xu Xiaoshou, have you mastered it?

When, where, and how was it learned?

There are too many questions in Meisi’s mind, if he can get the answer, he will promote this method and spread it all over the world, it will be a blessing to Jianxiu.

At that time, it will belong to the new era of Gu Jianxiu, and it is completely possible to do it again!

At that time, Heart Sword Art will definitely lead the trend of ancient sword arts and become the first among the nine great sword arts!

Thinking of this, how can Mei Siren, who is “good at being a teacher”, hide his excitement?

“The gods and Buddhas at present, Tianjie?”

The eight monks on one side frowned, complaining about Mr. Siren’s statement, and said:

“What you said changed from the image of the sword god Gulouying to The image of the Four Little Sacred Emperors?”

“Such a downgrade, how can it be considered a solution, it should be said that it is the heart sword technique ‘self-obscuring’?” “Did   Xu

Xiaoshou be weakened by you?”

A little suspicious.

He still has a certain degree of confidence in Xu Xiaoshou’s talent: he really deserves the word “can”.

Therefore, he didn’t believe that Xu Xiaoshou, whose swordsmanship was against heaven, could control the Holy Emperor.

“No!”

Mei Si was in a hurry, and almost knocked the folding fan on the foreheads of the eight gods, hating iron for not being strong:

“You should be able to see that Xu Xiaoshou has mastered the image of Gulou Ying.” “

But Before that, he only restored it with the help of the description of the legend of the sword god, and he was still in the stage of imitation.” “But the

fourth… bah, the image of the four holy emperors, he is above them, with extraordinary aura, as if entering the room, with the appearance of a master of swordsmanship “

“If you don’t have Lingyun Qi in your chest, how can you look down on the world?” “

You said this yourself, do you dare to say that Xu Xiaoshou’s style was not taught by you?”

Mei Si said and moved closer Somewhat, he squeezed his eyebrows and eyes, and said with a smile: “You tell the old man, if the image of Xinjianshu and Tianjie can be handed down to the world, it will be a great thing for the world’s ancient sword cultivators, don’t say it for nothing.

” The arm was pulled out from the old man’s arms, but it was held by a huge force and could not be pulled out.

He sighed helplessly, and said:

“If you can learn… well, let me think about it… you should say it this way…” “

If you can pass it on, I definitely want to pass it on to you… um, it doesn’t seem right?”

A cold light flashed in Mei Siren’s eyes when he heard this, and he almost hit him.

He shook off the brat’s arm, blew his beard and stared and said, ”   Gu Jianxiu , why   bother to beat around the bush?

” Dong has spread this method in Sanyue Immortal City a long time ago.”   ”It’s a pity that even he doesn’t know it, let alone other useless… materials?” ”   Of course, this does not include your old age.”   After a pause, the eight masters knew Say again:

“As for Xu Xiaoshou, the relationship between me and his ‘master-student’, to put it bluntly, is only half a volume of ten sword fingers, and the “Guan Jian Dian” handed down by Xiao Kongtong.

” It’s nothing to do with it, and there’s not much teaching and learning besides that.”

“Maybe he got some inspiration from the “Guan Jian Dian”?”

“Maybe he just saw your famous sword Tian Jie and got a new idea. “

Maybe, with the help of the Four Great Sage Emperors, he has pushed the ‘potential’ to a new peak.”

Ba Zunfan took a deep breath, as if he was a little tired after speaking.

“Heart swordsmanship cultivates the mind, mind, and momentum.”

“The opportunity has come. It is not taught by me. I can also realize the imagery and heavenly solution by myself. There is nothing to say.”

Xu Xiaoshou has such a talent?

Meisi people have a little doubt about this.

It’s not that he underestimated Xu Xiaoshou, it’s that the Eight Masters are the first, even if the latecomers pat their horses and backs, they feel that they are not as good as the Eight Masters, unless they surpass them in all directions.

Can surpass the eight masters, who has this confidence?

The Meisi people still had some confidence in their students, so they didn’t ask such doubts.

He turned to another question in time, and said with a strange combination of shamelessness and humility:

“Heart swordsmanship cultivates the mind and mind, the old man can understand, but the power…”

“Did you say something wrong?”

Mei Siren raised his eyes secretly, and raised this question carefully, as if he was back in childhood:

“Those who cultivate ‘potential’, all swordsmanship is the same, with the Feng family as the leader, and the wrath of the Great Red God as the end!”

“Heart swordsmanship, so what? ” Can it also be connected with ‘shi’?”

Hearing the sound, the eight gods opened their lips, but swallowed the words in their stomachs.

“Say it or not!” Mei Siren’s expression turned serious, and he became serious.

“Ah.” The Eight Masters sighed, and asked back:   ”Is there any division in swordsmanship

?”

Solution?”

“There are nine swordsmanship skills, eighteen sword skills, three realms of love sword, and become a god after a long time… But her Wangqing sword of the second realm of Rao’s family can withstand your sword Prajnawu?” “It is the defense of Shan

Haiping Not enough, or is your Meisi people’s sword elephant too strong?”

“Nothing at all!”

The eight masters spoke loudly, but they were not stingy when they said this, and they did not hesitate to give an explanation:

“It’s just because her Rao’s sword practice became a demon. Dazed, the sword god’s eight great swordsmanship is perfect, with this as the main, love sword as a supplement, using the power of the world of mortals to unravel the mystery and become a god.” “She is naive, directly using the love sword as the main, the towering building is opened

in the sky pavilion, It’s just a show of vanity, strong on the outside and hard on the inside.” “

Now she has awakened and started to focus on other swordsmanship, why do you always live more and more, and get into the horns?

” There was a little more clarity, and he hurriedly said: “You continue to scold.”

The eight masters choked for a moment, doubting and sarcasm, but they didn’t want to say more, just said:

“The power of the sword is ten thousand, and the power of the sword is the heart. The situation is not that situation, this situation is also that situation… well, you should realize it by yourself!”

Mei Siren held the folding fan, his whole body shook, as if he had been enlightened.

After regaining consciousness, the eight gods have gone away, leaving only a shadow in the distance.

The Meisi people hurried to catch up.

“Can you explain more clearly?”

“Well, this old man will tell you about my feelings just now, just listen to me.”

“The master of swordsmanship, Ling…”

“Mr. Siren!” The eight masters shook their heads He’s grown up, he couldn’t help but stop and look back, spread his hands and said, “Look, is it time to talk about Taoism now?”

Looking along his finger, the Meisi people saw the battlefield in the blood world, and couldn’t help but wake up.

This hateful Xu Xiaoshou, what a disappointment!

“Hehe, what you said is true, but this trip is lonely, why don’t you and I discuss it again… just spend more time talking!” “How about this old man compensate you for the time you owe?

“

” If you want anything, this old man is on call!”

Mei Siren patted his chest with a folding fan to promise, hehe said.

Is this a matter of time or not, human affection or human affection… Facing the scorching eyes of the Meisi people, Ba Zunfan was finally defeated: “Okay.”

He

walked side by side with the Meisi people, walking side by side On the sidelines.

How many years?

It’s been a long time since the eight masters have discussed with others like this.

The last time he talked about swords so intensely was when he was walking down the Kongtong Mountain, he met a formless body, and was asked to arrest a disciple.

All kinds of things after that are unbearable to look back on.

After all, mortals are still too troublesome, and the questions they ask are all repetitive.

The Eight Masters know everything from the beginning, to the tireless later, and finally to the understanding of silence.

He has been through too much!

Repeatedly explaining to others why one plus one equals two, and why one plus two equals three is just torture to him.

But these people are always asking, and they are puzzled when they say it, and they ask why when they give the answer.

To define some problems that are already defined at the bottom, Ba Zun can’t do it, he can’t understand the thinking structure of these people.

He turned his perception into a simple sentence, pointing at the sword, and letting people realize it.

He kept silent again, but was held up to the altar by others, and said some arrogant sarcastic remarks.

until the end…

Some people give jade and gemstones to get a solution;

some people don’t hesitate to force each other with swords in order to get a solution.

But if the affairs of this world and the people of the world should be fulfilled, then what time does the eight masters have for themselves?

Going back and talking and laughing, I don’t feel like a fairy in the sky.

Half a sentence of poetry, wine and half finger sword, gods, demons and ghosts have been learning for thousands of years.

It’s a pity…

the world worships him, but no one understands him.

…

The blood world is not the blood world, and the wind belt is not the wind belt.

They are completely different from the two who can talk freely outside the Forest of Miracles.

This side has already been beaten to one of the nine shattered Jedi, and the only victor, Xu Xiaoshou, held four swords, raised his head to the sky and screamed, with a strong heart.

He crushed the Holy Emperor!

Even pierced the fierce sword into the opponent’s remnants!

The victory of this battle has been divided, even if external force is borrowed, Rao Huan is still bullying the small with the big.

Calculated in this way, everyone is evenly matched, but I won this battle.

Cool!

Rather than a sword cultivator, there are four swords in the middle that look like demons, and Xu Xiaoshou can imagine the tragic ending of Rao Wangze.

But he hasn’t lost all his sanity yet. After all, there was Yu Ling before… Oh, the lesson of the water ghost who was hit by the sword and solved it in seconds.

Therefore, Xu Xiaoshou chose to trust the other party to be on the safe side as to whether Rao Wangze’s Dao heart was strong or not.

“Rao Wangze, do you still have a last word to say?”

Facing the cloud of black evil thoughts in front of him, Xu Xiaoshou was on guard and asked tentatively.

Chi Chi Chi…

The devilish energy splashed out one after another, and the Holy Emperor seemed unable to extricate himself from it.

In other words, he could already see that even if he escaped, he would not be Xu Xiaoshou’s opponent at the moment.

Being taken again and again is more shameful than being defeated once.

At this moment, Huang Ze Shengdi made the final decision:

“Tao! Qiong! Cang!”

The high-pitched holy voice swayed the audience.

Obviously didn’t say anything, but finished drinking in one sentence, Rao Wang had chosen to ignite his own residual idea of the emperor.

Outside the ruins of the Hall of Sin, Dao Qiongcang frowned, clearly intending to stay out of the matter.

However, he had no choice but to obey the last roar of the Holy Emperor:

sacrifice the power of the Holy Emperor, turn it into the ultimate energy, manipulate it into Si Wuzhen with the manipulation of heavenly techniques, and seal the Void Island again.

This game should be over!

But when he returned to the Holy God Continent, Xu Xiaoshou had entered the eyes of the Holy Emperor, and his life and death could hardly be guaranteed by outsiders.

“Alas.”

Dao Qiongcang sighed, after all, he picked up Tianji Sinan and planned to join the game.

But Xu Xiaoshou didn’t give him a chance!

He had been on guard for a long time, and when he heard the sound, he roared, and the cyan chains wrapped around his body rushed out.

“Sleepy me!”

Beside the White Tiger Gate, the weasel of Hantian uttered an ear-piercing cry, and the majestic suppressing power of the Holy Emperor was transmitted into Xu Xiaoshou’s body through the Four Divine Pillars.

“Bang bang bang bang!”

This time, there was no sound, no interpretation.

Xu Xiaoshou’s body splintered and turned into an illusory blue prison, covering Amano.

The chains of order shot out from all directions, pierced into the body of the Holy Emperor Huang Ze who was trying to sacrifice himself, and then bound them into a chain dumpling.

“Suppress!”

With a few rumbles, the cyan chain was pulled back, dragging this holy emperor’s remnant thought into the dark depths of the prison.

Xu Xiaoshou’s body returned to the form of a berserk giant.

What everyone saw was that the Holy Emperor Cannian followed into Xu Xiaoshou Qi Sea, and then passed into the body of the Weasel of Han Tian through the power of the Four Divine Pillars.

“Gulu~”

Visible to the naked eye, the weasel in the cold sky swallowed something.

However, the remnant aura of the Holy Emperor completely disappeared on this void island.

“Being, being eaten?”

Countless people watched in horror.

If it is false, the Holy Emperor will be killed, and the ending is considered good at the moment.

But being imprisoned in this seemingly incomparably mysterious cyan prison…

Could the other party use this holy emperor’s remnant thoughts to exert some influence on the body of the holy emperor Huang Ze?

Think carefully!

The battle on Void Island ended with Xu Xiao being victorious and the Holy Emperor being detained?

No!

After taking down the Holy Emperor, Xu Xiaoshou let out a sneer, like a mad dog with red eyes, turned his head and glanced at the Temple of Sin:

“Very good, if you say it, you will be next…”

” Dao Qiongtian!”

(End of this chapter)