I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1974

Chapter 1850 Half Step

He is the Eight Zun An!
Hua Changdeng suddenly woke up, and laughed at Kongtong’s sword. He did not force his way to the third realm, but invited the Eight Zun An.

“Similar to Xiang Yaoyao’s Great Summoning Technique…”

And as my thoughts turned around like this.

The atmosphere on the opposite side seemed to have changed.

In fact, Ba Zun’an did not hide anything from the beginning to the end, but it is difficult to change the inertia of human thinking for a while.

These ten sword fingers seem to be uttered by Xiao Kongtong, but in fact they are different. These sword thoughts seem to be known by Xiao Kongtong, but in fact they are at a higher level.

“He showed up so obviously, but I didn’t recognize him right away…”

A flash of cold light suddenly appeared, and the Lingyu area was covered with wind and snow.

The eight masters were proficient in sword skills and moved their fingers together, almost exhausting the limits of the three thousand sword techniques. They gathered absolute strength at their fingertips and used the points to break the surface.

And over there was his Hua Changdeng!

“Well done!”

Hua Changdeng was not surprised but happy.

When the cold sword was about to strike him, he leaned his upper body back slightly, pulled out the ghost hunting sword from his waist, and held it firmly in front of him.

Clang——

The melodious sound of the sword echoes through the mountains, which makes people excited.

At the critical moment, the dark green sword light flashed, turning the night into day in an instant, allowing the spectators to see more clearly.

Ghost hunting on both sides.

On the one hand, it illuminated the sharp edges of the ten sword fingers.

It was like a magic mirror, making everyone realize that the one who could perform this extraordinary move could not be Xiao Kongtong in a weak state…

“The Eighth Sword Immortal is here!”

Someone shouted loudly, and the whole Lingyu Mountain was in turmoil.

Everyone woke up as if from a dream, and their blood began to rush to their heads, making their blood boil.

On the other side of the ghost hunting, Hua Changdeng responded calmly.

The faint green light from the sword seemed to cast a layer of cold and clear light on his face, reflecting his murderous eyes, which was even more terrifying:
“Order this: Altar of a Hundred Demons!”

Just a few short words, like a command from God.

At a command, ten swords pointed between the faint light and the ghost hunter. It was originally only a millimeter away, but unexpectedly the mustard seed turned into Mount Sumeru.

In the meantime, countless worlds were forced into him.

Layer after layer of Fengdu’s strange visions and purgatory scenes bloomed like petals of an ephemeral flower in this world. There were countless people being tortured, including ice and fire, tongue pulling, steaming baskets, iron trees.

Don’t look too closely at the various scenery.

The scene inside was horrific.

Finally, a six-sided altar made of skulls emerged from the position of the pistil, with broken souls and resentful ghosts embedded in the cracks, crying sadly to the sky.

The Altar of Hundred Demons emerges!

From small to large, it could reach the sky in an instant!
It stood between the ghost hunter and the sharp edge of the ten-segment sword, turning into an absolute defense, and its power could stop any attack in the world.

“It’s hanging…”

The eighth sword immortal is strong.

But he used Xiao Kongtong’s body.

As for Hua Changdeng, he came in person.

The one he used was no longer the mind clone or treasure incarnation that was killed by Shou Ye beside the Zhongyuan Realm stone tablet…

What he used this time were all the real Fengdu treasures!
No matter how fierce the Ten-segment Sword Fingers were, could they break the defense of the Hundred Ghosts Altar, which was higher than the sky and more terrifying than a copper wall and iron wall?

No matter how strong the sword intention is, can it surpass the eighteen levels of hell, finally break through Fengdu, and reach Hua Changdeng’s body and hurt his roots?
“It’s impossible!”

Many ancient sword practitioners in Lingyu Mountain clenched their fists.

Compared to the less famous Ghost Sword Immortal, the reputation of the Eighth Sword Immortal of the Eastern Region is much greater.

Furthermore, although the Holy Slave “did all kinds of evil”, he was also seeking freedom for those in high positions. Apart from anything else, the personal charm of Ba Zun’an alone made the world fall in love with him.

In this battle, at least 70% of the people in Lingyu Mountain stood on the side of Shengnu.

If we put aside our stance, about 99% of people still want to see the Eight Anshengs.

However…

The Holy Emperor is in charge!

How difficult is it to win?

…

“Until…”

The battle situation changes rapidly, and everything happens in a flash.

Until this moment, the two words “stop” uttered by Xiao Kongtong finally calmed the storm on Lingyu Mountain.

And it sounds exactly like this!

What everyone saw was actually a fierce light emitted by the Eight Zun. It was going to move forward with great force, but suddenly it was stopped before it hit the ghost hunters, the Fengdu vision, and the unshakable Altar of a Hundred Ghosts.

“brush!”

The Lingyu snowstorm stopped slowly.

This pause gripped the hearts of almost all the spectators, making them hold their breath and feel terrified:
“Such a strong and fierce finger, and it just stopped when it was said to?”

“Can this be stopped? If it were me, I would explode as soon as I stopped!”

“The order of importance and tension is well-balanced, and the control is very familiar and perfect… God! What level of control is this? Was it designed in advance, or was it improvisation?”

If it is the former, it would be a bit terrifying. It is no exaggeration to say that the Eight Lords are skilled in scheming and far surpass Dao Qiongcang.

If it is the latter, it would be even more terrifying. It is easy to say that you can counter the opponent’s moves before a battle, but it tests your basic skills and combat awareness too much.

The truth is revealed in the details.

The young ancient sword practitioners of Lingyu Mountain, such as Xiao Wanfeng and Gu Qing, could savor this finger carefully and recall it for more than half a year.

“If we are to counter each move, how do the Eight Lords plan to counter it when the Hundred Ghosts Altar is in front of us?”

This is the key point!

When such thoughts flashed through the minds of the spectators, and even Hua Changdeng became suspicious of the sudden stop, the Eight Zun An Yan had already responded in time.

To stop at the right point is just as he said.

It trembled slightly in front of the ghost hunter, and then with a “pop” sound, it spread out like water waves and spread into the void.

It makes light of heavy tasks and is pleasing to the eyes.

“Wow!”

Everyone was moved by the sword power that swept through the wind and snow without any fear. For a moment, they seemed to be in another world.

It’s still Lingyu Mountain.

But the night is gone, and the strange sights of Fengdu are gone.

The faint light of dawn broke through the clouds from the east, gentle and warm, but it was quite dazzling to those who were accustomed to the night.

“Ah! It’s a sword!”

Someone screamed. The light came in gradually, fell into the eyes, penetrated the heart, and pierced into the soul. It actually reflected its true shape, which was a bunch of tiny lightsabers.

When light shines across the heavens, the sword will be endless.

Endless sword lights fell down like a rain of falling swords, fiercely piercing towards Hua Changdeng who was still defending against the ten sword fingers in front of his face.

“Ten Thousand Swords Technique! This is the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, the Ten Thousand Swords Technique in the Illusion Sword Technique?”

“If it is a phantom sword technique, should we defend against it or not?”

“If it’s the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, if you don’t defend yourself, you’ll just be pierced through and become a hedgehog!”

Hua Changdeng was not a hesitant and uncertain spectator. He reacted very quickly, turned around, and pointed to Liming:

“Order this: Fengdu opens its gates, and this world falls into night!”

With a loud bang, the huge gate of Fengdu opened up again in the void.

The double doors opened, taking in the endless sword light. When they finally merged, they took away the dawn and returned the night to the east of Lingyu Mountain.

Steady!
The spectators clenched their fists again, not knowing whether they were happy or nervous.

The battle between gods remains calm.

The ones who were excited were the people watching the show around the mountain.

“besides!”

Suddenly someone turned to the west and pointed to the distant sky.

There is nightfall in the east and setting sun in the west. After all, the world of ghosts and Buddhas is too big. Under the infiltration of the Eight Zun An, Hua Changdeng seems unable to maintain the overall situation of Fengdu.

He protected the east, but he never expected that the night in the west would also be broken, the setting sun was setting in the west, and the sky was full of drunken red.

“Light!”

“It’s still light!”

The light from the setting sun shone down, this time it was not blinding, but it pierced the heart.

The light shines on the face and reflects in the heart, vaguely outlining the appearance of an angel, but not holy.

Instead, it is a sunset angel, holding a fierce sword, with twelve wings on its back, each wing is scarlet and looks like it could drip blood.

“Ten Thousand Swords Technique!”

The same Ten Thousand Swords Technique was used, but this time it was recited verbatim, performing the most standard second level of the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, the Wrath of the Great Red God.

“Twelve Wings…”

Gu Qingsan murmured in the Sword Burial Tomb.

What a terrifying power this is!
He also majored in the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, so he knew better than outsiders how much energy and effort it took to condense a wing in the second realm of the Ten Thousand Swords Technique.

Not to mention that some people can condense a wing, but they can’t even maintain the power of a wing, let alone launch an attack.

But in heaven…

But the eight gods who are one foot high in the sky…

In an instant, he constructed the twelve-winged sunset angel and pushed the Ten Thousand Swords Technique to the extreme of the second realm.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a grand scene.”

Feng Tingchen took a deep breath, but did not compare himself with the Eight Lords, which could reduce some of his worries.

He is old.

He gritted his teeth, tried his best, and expended some energy and blood to achieve this.

But he knew that his major was the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, and for the Eight Lords, the Ten Thousand Swords Technique was just one of the techniques that “everyone had some knowledge of”.

“Boom boom boom…”

The Sunset Angel held the sword down with both hands, and the twelve wings behind him curled up slightly. The void froze, and then a storm swept over.

The terrifying blood sword shot towards Lingyu Mountain from the outside world, like a swarm of locusts, covering the sky and the sun, and was unstoppable.

“Order this: Hundred Ghosts…”

Hua Changdeng’s first reaction was to mobilize the Hundred Ghosts Altar, so that he could easily defend against the eight masters who were familiar with the sword.

He suddenly woke up again. The Eight Zun’an was best at the magic sword technique. Even the wrath of the Great Red God was just a feint to the east and attack in the west.

The sword is here, but the meaning is not here.

The only thing he wanted was for him to take the initiative to remove the defense of the Hundred Demons Altar in front of the Ten-segment Sword Finger?
“Mirror flowers and water moons, nothing more than that.”

Hua Changdeng sneered and completely relaxed.

Of course he could use the Three Swords of Sword Ghost. By then, let alone the second level of Wrath of the Great Red God, with only the eight masters of the second generation of divine thoughts, he wouldn’t be able to win even if he wanted to fight.

He has to reach the third level before he can barely fight with me!

But the current situation is…

The opponent just pointed at him casually, but he forced out the three swords of Sword Ghost. Wouldn’t it be a laughing stock if this got out?

Hua Changdeng faced the Sunset Angel with an open face, taking the sword with him without offering any defense.

With a loud bang, the sword light tore open his clothes, pierced his skin, passed through his body, and brought out a pool of blood.

The sword pierced through the body.

Hua Changdeng was shot and turned into a bloody man.

In the end, only a skeleton was left standing, without even a piece of flesh or blood on it.

…

“Dead, dead?”

Such a grand debut and such an easy fall, this is too much of a joke.

The spectators’ eyes blurred for a moment, and then the world snapped, like a mirror shattering…

Hua Changdeng is dead?
Hua Changdeng is clearly still standing there!

On Lingyu Mountain, the Ghost Sword Immortal was as straight as a sword, and the Ghost Hunter was still hanging in front of him, dim and green, making people feel icy cold.

“This is truly a magical sword technique. Hua Jianxian made the right bet!”

“No, it can’t be called a ‘gamble’. If you don’t cultivate your will, the wrath of the Great Red God under the illusion sword technique alone can kill your consciousness.”

“The Ghost Sword Immortal was totally defenseless and faced the sword with his body. I can only say…strong!”

Hua Changdeng was hit by a sword, but was restored to his original state.

From this sword, he had seen through Ba Zun’an’s realm and couldn’t help laughing:
“After more than 30 years, your magic sword technique is still at this level. I think, maybe I am taking this battle too seriously…”

“Huo!”
Before the sound had even finished, another strange change occurred.

After Lingyu Mountain returned to Lingyu Mountain from the Fantasy Sword Technique, an extra floor appeared at some point.

Everyone can see it!

The wooden three-story attic carries the vicissitudes of time and an ancient atmosphere. There is an open window on the first floor of the attic, and a person is leaning against the window.

“The Eighth Sword Immortal!”

Someone saw the profile clearly and screamed.

Ba Zun’an, who was standing by the window, was no longer as young as he used to be, and his face bore traces of time. He looked out the window with a melancholy look in his eyes.

“Snow……”

He murmured softly, stretched out his hand and looked out the window.

The snowflakes falling from Lingyu Mountain landed gently on his palms, neither disappearing nor dissolving, just like the peaceful years.

“So quiet…”

During the battle, everyone felt a sense of relaxation and joy for no apparent reason.

Following the wooden attic with a plaque that reads “Ancient and Modern Forget-Sorrow Tower”, follow the line of sight of the Eighth Sword Immortal who is gazing out the window.

As everyone saw, the wind in Lingyu Mountain stopped at some point.

The snow fell silently, and when it hit the ground, there was actually a slight crackling sound.

And in the midst of all the white, suddenly, not far away, in the cold winter, an unknown red flower bloomed brightly.

The flowers are red and bright.

At that moment, everyone’s attention was taken away.

The white snow on Lingyu Mountain became so insignificant that the green color of the Lingyu trees and Fusang trees on the mountain also faded and became insignificant.

Quiet and beautiful.

This beauty was broken by a sudden and incompatible sound.

Hua Changdeng sneered: “It’s been many years since we last met, and your swordplay skills haven’t improved much, but your ability to be mysterious has not fallen behind…”

“Huh!”
He was still unsure of what to say.

The eight statues in the attic suddenly tilted their heads, as if they were disturbed by someone, their eyes flashed with murderous intent, blood-red flowers swirled in their pupils, and their sword thoughts turned from silver to scarlet.

With a “sizzle”, everyone’s hair stood on end, and even Hua Changdeng realized that something was wrong: everything just now was just a decoration, and the next one was the sword of the Eight Lords’ true strength?
Rumble…

Outside the building, the storm was rising high.

Hoho…

Red flowers are blooming on the mountain.

Suddenly, as if from the night sky, a faint singing voice came down, with a lingering rhythm and a meaningful meaning:
“The snow falls, the rain stops, the flowers bloom, and the grass and trees are light.”

“I hear dogs barking at midnight, and evil stars howling at midnight.”

Who?
Who’s talking?

The spectators only felt that there was tremendous pressure coming at them, which almost made them breathless.

“Up there, up there!”

Someone looked up with difficulty under pressure, and saw that the night sky had been torn apart a little by the starlight at some point, revealing a brilliant blood-red sword thought.

Hua Changdeng also raised his eyes and looked towards Qingming.

But in that starlight, one of the Eight Figures reappeared!

Different from the downtrodden Eight Lords in the Wangyou Tower of ancient and modern times who have shown an air of old age, he is dressed in white as white as snow, free and unrestrained, and is clearly still as young as he was back then, and still the Eighth Sword Immortal!

The young man sang a song with every step he took, rustling like stars. He pointed his fingers at the ground with a long laugh:

“Hua Changdeng, this finger of mine started thirty years ago and will end thirty years later. You must accept it.”

It is obvious that he did not just stop at pointing out the truth, but he went on to point out the truth without stopping.

With one finger, it pierced through.

The dazzling blood-red light immediately tore through the boundless night sky, shattered the endless void, and turned into a rolling torrent, surrounding a main silver light in the middle.

The location it was aiming at was still between Hua Changdeng’s eyebrows!
The location where the ghost was!

“It’s not the sword thought…”

All the pores on Hua Changdeng’s body dilated, as if he realized that for the past thirty years, the Eighth Master had not practiced the art of illusion swordsmanship, but instead focused on sword thoughts, and cultivated something that could be comparable to his own Sword Ghost.

What was it?
Was it his youth?
He had no time to think about it, even though Ba Zun’an had defeated him once in his youth.

But that victory was unfair, so he still didn’t dare to be careless this time, and he didn’t dare to move the Hundred Ghosts Altar for defense – it was possible that it was still the Illusion Sword Technique!

However, Hua Changdeng did not dare to face the attack from this young man.

He focused all his attention on this strange young man and his strange sword finger. When the sword light was approaching, he felt something was wrong and suddenly summoned the ghost from between his eyebrows!

“Pah.”

There are no big fluctuations.

It was like a slap in the face, a soft sound that echoed in the Lingyu Mountain which had suddenly become dead silent.

The spectators only felt their eyes blurred again. What young Eight Masters, what bloody evil star outside the building, what a finger from thirty years ago…

Not at all!

Hua Changdeng raised the Yigui high up, holding it horizontally above his head, facing the air.

But at the moment his mind was diverted, the Hundred Ghosts Altar in front of him lost control, like the grass and trees after the red flowers bloomed, and was easily turned into nothingness by the sword flow on the opposite side.

The ten sword fingers of Xiao Kongtong seemed to be frozen in the long river of time. After the light scattered, one of them easily passed through the Fengdu vision, the scene of purgatory, and the Altar of a Hundred Ghosts.

Just enough.

That bit of light did not emit any terrifying sword power, but it just hit the Ghost Hunting Sword hanging in front of Hua Changdeng lightly.

“Bang!”

A light sound, as big as a palm, came from here.

The ghost hunter was hit on the high nose bridge of his master Hua Changdeng with a “pa” sound. It also did not cause much damage, but left a red mark on the tip of his nose.

“Gurgle!”

Everyone swallowed hard and looked at the legendary Holy Emperor Ghost Sword Immortal.

The Ghost Swordsman’s nose felt sore and tears welled up in his eyes.

There was a majestic demon above his head, and the sword’s power was terrifying, but he seemed unable to withstand the demon’s power, and his body staggered slightly.

When he was about to fall, he subconsciously pulled his right foot back and stabilized the situation.

“hehe.”

Xiao Kongtong raised the corners of his lips and stared at Hua Changdeng’s feet.

Emperor Hua took half a step back.