I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 593

[Chapter 577 Don’t make trouble]

“what–”

A harsh scream pierced the sky.

The storyteller covered his head desperately, looking at the masked man’s body that was directly pierced, and the whole person lost control.

“call out!”

At this moment, the ground suddenly shook.

The next second, four swords turned back from the ground.

“scoff~”

There was another sound, and this time the masked man fell to the ground on his back, and even was directly lifted up and carried high into the sky.

“what–”

The storyteller’s screams, which were about to stop, saw the masked man get hurt a second time and out of control again.

Cenchov grimaced and covered his ears, and his eardrums were almost pierced by these two screams.

“what’s the situation?”

It was too late to stop what was happening in front of him, but Cenchov also witnessed the whole thing from one side.

This sudden black sword is completely uncontrolled, why can it penetrate the chest for the second time?

“what happened……”

“Keng–”

Haven’t had time to think about it yet.

The masked man who was taken to the sky by the four swords has fallen from the sky, and was stared at the ground by the fierce sword.

The body slid down.

Injured three times, the masked man was finally woken up from the fainting state of pain.

“puff!”

A mouthful of blood was gushed out first.

Immediately, confusion appeared in the turbid eyes of the masked man. He saw the dark shadow that hurt himself, “Is there, there are four swords?”

Zenchov was startled when he heard this.

Have four swords?

This black sword has four swords?

With a swipe, he rushed over.

But there are others faster than him.

The storyteller took a stride, swooped in front of the masked man, and stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to help but didn’t dare.

“elder brother!”

“Brother, how are you, does it hurt…”

“Nonsense.” The masked man was so angry, his lips pursed together a few times, and finally turned into a twitching sentence, “First, help me pull out the sword and then talk about it.”

“Can’t help!”

The storytellers stretched their heads forward one after another, crouched down and stood up again, “This has four swords, and its vicious aura, people can’t bear it!”

“you……”

The masked man was suffocating in pain, feeling the boundless power of the fierce devil being injected into his body frantically, as if he wanted to directly crush his weak body.

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“If you don’t hurry up, I’m really going to die!”

“People, people…”

The storyteller hesitantly stretched out his hand, ready to grasp it.

“Stupid you!”

Cenchov turned around in a flash, and then hit his hand back, “Forgot the power of space? Are there four swords that you can easily touch?”

“Oh oh.”

Only then did the storyteller recover a little from his panic.

Cenchev couldn’t take it any longer.

“Get out of the way, old man!”

He pushed the storyteller away and threw the small axe back in his hand.

Immediately, under the horrified gaze of the masked man, he slashed horizontally.

“Keng–”

How can four swords be able to withstand such strength?

Even if it is directly pumped away!

However, this sword was volleyed horizontally, but it did not escape from the masked man’s body, but led him to the ground after circling crazily in the sky for dozens of weeks. middle.

“I……”

The bulging eyes of the masked man couldn’t be retracted at all, and he only had time to utter a word, and then he was nailed to faint again.

“what–”

The storyteller’s roar stopped the sky for the third time.

He jumped up like crazy and accused: “Old man, you did a good job!”

Cenchov was stunned.

This kind of result of being swept away together with a sword was something he never imagined.

Shouldn’t it be an axe, and four swords will be bounced off?

what,

It still has no suction power, can it suck people away?

“Brother, brother!”

The storyteller ran to the masked man again and squatted down, tears bursting out.

“You can’t die, brother…”

He finally remembered the life and death of yin and yang, and opened it. Under the one-word order, he wanted to let the four swords escape from this space.

But……

“Buzz!”

There are four swords that seem to feel that the external force is interfering with themselves, and they tremble wildly.

That high-frequency amplitude, almost every second, can make the masked man’s body twitch violently until he wakes up and faints again.

“how so?”

The storyteller was dumbfounded, and immediately stopped the power of space.

“Can’t pull it out?”

Zenchov was also frightened.

Are there any four swords that have a grudge against the first seat, and can’t come out when inserted in someone else’s body?

Or……

Seeing the masked man’s entire face gradually turning black, Cenchov realized that something was wrong.

He knew how terrifying the Sword Intent of the first seat was.

This four swords are so vicious, it is impossible to say that they are absorbing nutrients frantically at the moment.

And with the weak body of the first one, can it be resisted?

“Get out of the way, old man!”

Cenchov asked to push the storyteller away again and drew his sword himself.

The storyteller quit: “Old man, if you want to murder your brother, just say it, it’s impossible for you to do it today!”

“Can you pull it out?” Cenchev was immediately angry.

“People, family can’t be pulled out…”

The storyteller was stunned and retorted: “Can you?”

“Step aside!”

Cenchov didn’t have time to talk to this pervert.

This guy just cares and messes up.

If it drags on, the first one will not be killed by this black sword, but will also be driven mad by the power of the fierce devil.

With a hand, the storyteller was directly exiled, and Cenchov immediately passed him and came to the masked man.

After thinking about it, hold it with one hand.

“Old man!”

The storyteller shattered the space in a blink of an eye, and it was too late to stop it.

He could only watch as Cenchov actually held the black sword with his flesh.

“Buzz!”

Four swords shook again.

The black ferocious demons were divided into two groups, all the way into Cenchov’s body.

“Crazy, crazy…”

The storyteller immediately saw that the amount of this ferocious demon was not ordinary.

At the time of the ancient book space, even if Xu Xiaoshou incarnates as the second child of the saint slave, the level of sword intent displayed is estimated to be less than one ten thousandth of the current level!

“Why are you crazy all of a sudden?”

The storyteller was about to collapse, covering his forehead with his hands and opening his mouth.

“Shut up!”

Cenchev immediately shouted.

He didn’t pay extra attention to the cry of the storyteller when drawing his sword.

“Give it to the old man…open!”

As soon as he gritted his teeth, even though his right arm was completely soaked in black, Cenchov still did not give up, and tried his best to pull the hilt up.

“scoff~”

The blade leaves the ground.

What makes people desperate is that the masked man is still hunched over and is lifted up.

“this……”

Zenchov was dumbfounded.

What’s going on here?

He directly stepped on his feet and pressed against the chest of the first seat.

“offend!”

“Bang!”

There was an explosion in the void, and the masked man’s chest was kicked to pieces.

The opposing forces finally made Cenchov draw four swords.

“what–”

The storyteller couldn’t hold back any longer.

He looked at his brother’s chest that was smashed by a kick with his tearful eyes, and he couldn’t stop the killing intent from the soul level.

“Old man, they killed you!”

“What are you doing?” Cen Qiaofu clenched the fierce sword tightly and pointed the tip of the sword to the storyteller, “If you mess up again, the old man will hack first, do you believe it?”

“Ahhh!”

“Don’t call!”

“what–”

“puff!”

“Ah – eh? Brother, brother, have you thought about it?”

The masked man was finally awakened by pain again.

When he opened his eyes, he subconsciously covered his chest with his hands.

But covered in loneliness.

“No, gone?”

The masked man looked down and froze on the spot.

Even if four swords broke through his chest just now, the wound is not that big!

In the next second, he started to snort cold air after realizing it.

“hiss.”

The severe pain from his chest almost made him die on the spot.

“What’s going on?” Cenchov didn’t intend to explain at all. He held it high and kept trembling, as if he wanted to return to the first seat to get nourishment from Sijian, and asked aloud.

“What’s the matter, how dare you ask?”

The storyteller roared, turned his head bitterly and gave a small report to the masked man: “It’s him, the injury on your chest was kicked out by this old man, and people saw it with their own eyes.”

“All right!”

The masked man waved his hand with difficulty, as if he did not intend to pursue it at all.

Under the combination of sword intent intertwined in the tattered part of his chest, after a short while, he regained his mobility, propped himself up on the ground, and tried his best to stand up.

“what happened?”

“Where did you bring this sword?”

Turning his head to the storyteller, the masked man asked, and put his fingers together familiarly.

“Tick tock…”

The black ink-like power of the fierce demon turned into droplets of black blood, which were expelled from the sword fingers.

“People don’t know wow!”

The storyteller was stunned, “I didn’t get this sword at all, it came with me.”

“Follow yourself?”

The masked man was startled, “You didn’t take it, and you’re not Gu Jianxiu, why did it come with you?”

“People…”

The storyteller was questioned.

yes!

How could there be Four Swords following him? It’s not…

“Who was holding the sword before?” The masked man narrowed his eyes.

“Wen Ming!”

The storyteller’s pupils dilated, as if thinking of something.

“It was Wen Ming who held the sword, and he did the blasting. He wanted to blow up the White Cave and escape.”

“Yes, this sword is under his control.”

“He’s here?”

At this point, the storyteller was stuck by his own speculation.

What a joke!

Hearing that cowardly, he had a chance to escape his control, but he didn’t grasp it, and he still followed?

What are you here for?

Come here to confront the three saint slaves?

Does he have the guts?

!

“Wen Ming…”

The masked man heard an unexpected name, and confirmed, “Which one hears that?”

“Which one is there, just the one you said!” The storyteller’s voice was much higher in decibels.

The masked man raised his brows: “Have you found him?”

“Ok.”

The storyteller nodded, “Not only did he find it, but he also fought against him. Don’t you know that he was in the ancient book space before…”

“Hey, I said!”

A weak voice suddenly interrupted from one side.

The two looked sideways, and Cenchov’s entire face was completely dark.

That drooping look, it seems that the next second will be extremely peaceful and enter a state of rage.

“I said you two, have you forgotten something?” Cenchov gasped.

The masked man looked at the trembling black sword in his hand, and immediately smiled apologetically, saying, “I’m sorry, I forgot about it, let it go.”

“open?”

Even though he was about to be carried away by the power of the demon, Zenchov still felt absurd at the proposal.

Once this sword is released, can it not pierce your chest again?

Do you still want to live?

The storyteller turned sideways and immediately blocked in front of the masked man.

“No problem.”

The masked man stretched out his hand to push the storyteller away, and said seriously, “Just let it go.”

“Are you sure?” Cenchov felt that he was about to lose his grip.

The power that this broken sword injected into the body seemed to be endless.

No matter how hard he tried, he felt like he was going to hurt the foundation.

I really don’t know how those ancient sword cultivators controlled this peerless fierce sword?

“Ok.”

The masked man nodded expressionlessly, and Cenchov immediately stopped insisting and let go of the black sword.

“Keng–”

There was a clanging sound from the four swords, which directly switched from the state of hanging straight to the ground to the attacking posture of horizontal air.

The tip of the sword was instantly aimed at the masked man and stabbed suddenly.

“no kidding!”

The masked man didn’t even flinch, and immediately shouted.

The next second, a scene that shocked everyone appeared.

Before the four swords were about to pierce the masked man’s chest, they stopped with a buzzing sound, as if they were constrained by the power of heaven and could not move.

Cenchev’s pupils shrank.

He is beheading.

How can you not hear the sound of the first seat, in fact, it is really a simple order, and it has not even used the power of half the rules of heaven.

That’s it……

Fierce Sword, stop?

The storyteller was also amazed, his eyes swept back and forth on the masked man and You Sijian.

Both of them had a question in their minds.

Once again, the storyteller and Cenchov looked at each other and chose to keep silent.

“Buzz!”

There were four swords that stopped the forward charge and then shook, and the power of the black fierce demon burst out.

“enough.”

The masked man’s tone softened, but he looked at the black sword in front of him, but was unmoved.

“Buzz!”

Four swords trembled again.

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The power of the ferocious devil is monstrous, and it is about to blacken this world.

The masked man clenched his fists as if to reach out.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and slowly shook his head.

There are four swords suddenly quiet.

In the next second, its sword body shook slightly.

“Boom–”

In an instant, sword intent spread in all directions.

In a radius of dozens of miles, the infinite black sword energy suddenly exploded, directly tearing the entire space into a black hole.

“Fuck!”

Cenchev was startled and took a few steps back subconsciously.

The storyteller stepped forward, and he could see that even in this explosion, the land under the masked man’s feet was still intact.

He rolled his eyes and chose to retreat.

The two bystanders glanced at each other again, and the speed of light averted their eyes.

The masked man closed his eyes deeply.

When he opened it again, his eyes had returned to calm.

He ignored the black sword in front of him and turned his attention to the storyteller, “You said earlier that the new sword holder of this black sword is Wen Ming?”

“Uh-huh.”

The storyteller nodded as if pounding garlic, but shook his head again: “No no, it’s not a sword-wielding person, but he has received the preliminary approval of having four swords, so he can borrow a little power.”

He glanced around nervously.

“Not so scary…”

If you really want to know that this black sword is so terrifying, it was impossible for Xiao Wenming to have a chance to fight the storyteller who killed him.

If this kind of attack had exploded at that time…

Even if you don’t blow up, you will be killed by this nasty fierce sword energy!

“What about people?”

The masked man ignored the trembling four swords again, took a step and came to the front of the storyteller.

“The sword has already arrived. You said Wen Ming, where is the person?”