I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 619

[Chapter 602 The blood tree debuts, chaos is coming!]

“hiss!”

Xu Xiaoshou took a deep breath.

This smooth and smooth operation really shocked him a lot.

“Isn’t it all… too vain?”

Xu Xiaoshou’s face turned green.

He finally understood that there was a huge gap between Taixu and Taixu.

Just as he can rely on innate cultivation, plus a passive skill to resist the throne.

Even if you can’t kill the enemy, there is definitely no problem in protecting yourself.

This also shows that on this continent, cultivation can’t really decide everything.

But on the contrary, most of the time, people are limited by the concept of cultivation base.

But for the real powerhouses in the world, cultivation is only one of their means, definitely not everything.

Between too empty, even more so.

“yes……”

Xu Xiaoshou’s thoughts changed, and he was suddenly relieved.

Perhaps that first realm is still very far away for him.

But for the upper-level people, that is, the chess players who really control the way of heaven, it is too empty, and there are definitely many.

But it is too empty. The sword immortals have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and there are at most seven in each generation.

Is this not enough to explain anything?

…

“puff!”

Above Cenchev’s headless body, a column of blood shot into the sky.

Gou Wuyue just pinned him with her sword, staring at Ba Zunjun without blinking.

In that case, anyone who saw it could see that it was provocation.

Anyone who sees it will be furious!

“Are you going to provoke me?” Ba Zunyan didn’t look sideways.

Even if Gou Wuyue drew his sword and smashed Haitang’er’s realm to pieces, he severely wounded it, and then smashed the storyteller’s incarnation with another sword, and then headed Cen Qiaofu on the spot.

He looked like he was nothing, completely unmoved.

Disappointment appeared in Gou Wuyue’s eyes.

“How much have you changed…” He sighed in his heart.

If it were the Eight Zuns of the past, with his righteous character, he would have drawn his sword the moment he hurt Haitang’er.

But now…

The eight-fingered man in front of him has changed so much that he is completely different from what he was decades ago.

Gou Wuyue even once suspected that this person was really the same person from the past?

Is it really that unruly and unruly one who can’t hold a grain of sand in his eyes… the Eighth Sword Immortal?

“The first seat.”

Haitang’er appeared beside Ba Zunjun in clothes stained red with blood, and pressed her shoulders with one palm.

“It’s time to go,” he said softly.

The situation on the field changed too quickly.

After Cenchov was worthy of saying that he was about to break, he let himself take the first seat out of this place.

But in the blink of an eye, he was captured by Gou Wuyue.

Even if it is impossible to die on the spot, Gou Wuyue’s strength is beyond everyone’s expectations.

This guy has only come this far, and he has made no more than three swords!

But most of the saint slaves are already red.

The situation was reversed, and the momentum was depressed.

If we continue to fight, even if the first one of our own can compete with Gou Wuyue, what will be the consequences?

Gou Wuyue can make any move.

However, Haitang’er knew that the first person in the family was going to fight, and the first person to be injured was definitely himself!

“go?”

The eight-headed man who knew his shoulders was about to be broken by Haitang’er, but his body was stunned. He said coldly, “Look at his appearance, does it seem like he will let us go?”

Gou Wuyue was silent, staring at the remaining saint slaves in the scene with a pair of eyes as sharp as falcons.

Everyone feels stressed.

Obviously the shirt hasn’t moved yet…

It was obvious that only Gou Wuyue was the one who took the shot…

But all the words and deeds of the other party seem to be stating an indisputable fact: “You guys are surrounded by me, Gou Wuyue!”

“Let go.” Ba Zunyan said in a deep voice.

“But……”

Haitang’er didn’t let go, he couldn’t let the first seat die in vain.

“I said, let go!”

The eight masters condensed their eyes,

The void seemed to tremble along with it, strands of white mist rose from the ground, and the sky and the earth shrouded ominously.

“Well!”

Haitang’er’s face wrinkled, and blood was oozing out of her hands.

He hurriedly let go of his hand and stood by his side, daring not to get close again.

“Do you want me to say it a third time?”

Ba Zun understands his voice, but his voice is completely cold, his eyes are fixed on Gou Wuyue, he is silent for a moment, and his voice is like thunder: “Let go!”

boom!

The void festered.

The white silk mist rising from the ground penetrated into the void. At this moment, the complexion of the white clothes in the audience changed dramatically, and one by one rioted.

Even though they were far apart, everyone felt pain all over the body at this moment, as if thousands of needles and threads were going to shuttle through the body, as if they were going to come out through the body.

“Puff puff……”

Someone in the white clothes couldn’t hold it anymore, and the sound of blood spurting sounded.

Haitang’er also stared at Gou Wuyue, and saw that the hand holding the sword was shaking violently, and there was also a white sword mist scattered on it.

It was only then that he fully reacted. It turned out that the first three “let go” sounds were not to himself, but to Gou Wuyue.

“The art of watching swords…”

Gou Wuyue’s pupils shrank suddenly, as if she understood what these white sword fogs were.

Jian Nian!

It belongs to the Eight Books of Swords created by myself. It can not only watch the world’s spiritual swords and strengthen one’s own body, but also watch the body of a sword fairy and hurt the enemy with the naked eye!

“Can’t you hold back?”

Gou Wuyue’s heart was relieved, she smiled softly, and said, “I thought you were going to kill all your people before you would choose to fight with me, but now…”

With a scoff, Nulan’s voice was pulled out of Cenchov’s body.

Gou Wuyue’s sword spun, and afterimages were linked together, and while the spirit energy was rolling, Cen Qiaofu was blasted out.

“puff!”

Cen Qiaofu, who lost the damage of Mo Jian and the power of Taixu, recovered his head in an instant, but he still couldn’t help spurting out a mouthful of blood.

His face was full of awe, but his eyes were full of determination.

“Haitang’er!”

There was a cry, and there was no further words.

But everyone knows that this guy is not reconciled.

Unprepared before, he was won in one round, and now, he still has to keep his promise at that time.

Let Haitang’er take the eight masters to go first, and then break it by herself!

“Kick.”

He took out a thin, leafless twig from his bosom, Cenchov snapped it, and swallowed half of it when he opened his mouth.

“Blood tree branches?”

Haitang’er cried out in surprise, “The woodcutter, no!”

However, Cenchov stretched out his hand to signal for silence.

He has made up his mind.

This battle must be fought by oneself.

The first seat can be started, but not at this time!

“Crack-”

The sound of bones splitting cracked softly, and Cenchov’s body twisted slightly, as if his body was undergoing drastic changes.

Afterwards, his body slumped, the clothes on his back were torn apart, and a gloomy, blood-colored branch was torn apart.

Cenchov’s already old face suddenly lost its blood.

On top of his body, he was barely considered a bit of flesh and blood.

But as the blood branch on the back swelled and swelled, the flesh and blood seemed to be drained, and the person immediately became thin and skinny.

“Wow!”

The blood branches were nourished and grew vigorously, and the crown of the tree opened in an instant, turning into a tall and sturdy blood tree, rooted on Cenchov’s back.

Cenchov seemed to be a little out of his mind, and his voice was low, but he still struggled to say one word:

“go……”

Ba Zun’s eyes flickered, his eyes narrowed, and his four fingers clenched tightly.

“First seat!”

Haitang’er’s voice was full of anxiety.

“One of the nine great ancestral trees… a branch of blood?”

Gou Wuyue was a little surprised when she saw Cen Qiaofu’s change, and then looked at Ba Zunji with a funny look.

“When did the eighth sword immortal of the first generation of the emperor also fall to the point where he needed his subordinates to protect him with all his might, but he chose to survive?”

“Gou Wu…” Eight Zun’s eyes burst into cold light, and took a step forward.

“excuse me.”

Haitang’er slapped the back of her head with a reckless palm, and directly implanted the “Maze Flower Seed” into the head of Ba Zunji.

“I?”

Ba Zunjun fainted in front of his eyes, and his body fell directly below.

“Flowers bloom in half the world, the nine seas are lost in the sky!”

Haitang’er swiped her left hand and grabbed the eight unconscious bodies who were defenseless against her.

With another flick of the sleeve robe, the ground hummed, and the coquettish flowers and bones bloomed, and in an instant, the earth was barren and cracked by the exotic flowers and plants.

“Whoo~”

When the wind blows, the misty flower mist blurs everyone’s sight.

Haitang’er hugged the unconscious body of the eight statues and disappeared.

“Damn!”

“Go ahead, don’t let these guys run away, the big array…the cover of the country is opened!”

“Returning to your place! With or without Senior Moon, there is nothing to be afraid of in the hometown of Huaxiang, we just need to defend our position, we don’t need to…”

“boom!”

An explosion dispelled the slightly flustered discussion in Bai Yi.

Immediately, everyone saw that between the ups and downs of the flower mist, a light blue figure stained with blood red volleyed in front of them.

“this……”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

light blue……

In the audience, can have light blue, except for a certain cluster in the sea of flowers, there is only Senior Wuyue, right?

Senior Wuyue, was pumped away?

“Whoosh!”

Another flash of blood.

Everyone’s pupils were trembling, but they saw that Cen Qiaofu, whose speed had become completely unresponsive under the blessing of the blood tree, was already flying into the sky, and the Immortal Axe was raised high in his hand.

“Holy God, break!”

An axe fell.

Even if it was attacked by eight statues, the cover of the country, which could recover quickly, was split in half on the spot!

later.

“Rumble rumble…”

The sky is bursting with light.

The cover of the country was blown up!

“Fuck!”

“What kind of attack is this?”

“The blood tree… Just kidding, it’s just a branch of the blood tree. Even if it can increase the attack and defense speed and combat awareness of the alchemist, how can it be so terrifying?”

“This, this… Could it be because of being blessed, because of rage and vainness?”

“Fuck! Look up!!”

Bai Yi’s voice gradually became a little more frightened as time passed.

Because they could notice that Cenchov, whose axe shattered the cover of the country, had already lowered his head.

The scarlet and inhuman eyes are like a ghost.

Under the brief gaze, Cenchov raised his axe.

“Swipe, swipe, swipe…”

Hands turned into afterimages.

Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and when they reacted again, the tens of thousands of axe lights swung out by Cenchov had already struck!

“Nima…”

At this moment, everyone’s heart was cold.

The rage is too empty, and there is a Coiling Immortal Axe blessed by the blood tree…

Who can resist this attack?

“You dare!”

At the critical moment, Gou Wuyue’s figure reappeared.

The sharp-eyed can see that its back has been stained red with blood.

Obviously, even Gou Wuyue, one of the Seven Sword Immortals, was in the right place at the moment when the mist was drenched.

Although Zenchov seemed to have fallen in one round earlier.

But too much is too much.

Even if there was no increase in the blood tree, Gou Wuyue was in a trance, and Cenchov almost killed him.

“Sword Net!”

The situation was critical, and Gou Wuyue didn’t think much about it.

He pulled up the hanging famous sword at the speed of light, and the moment Qingmo’s sword shadow folded into Nulan’s voice, the ground rising up from the ground was tens of thousands of horizontal and vertical sword lights.

In the blink of an eye, Jianguang intercepted the tens of thousands of axe beams.

But after such a delay, Gou Wuyue also exposed the blade of Cenchov’s axe when he returned to the front of the sword.

“Sa!”

Cenchov’s mouth came out with a snarl that didn’t sound like a human being.

Everyone didn’t notice the change, his figure shattered on the spot, and then solidified behind Gou Wuyue.

“boom!”

Across the void for several miles, the cross axe flashed.

Black holes replace everything!

“Boom~”

The expected bloody sky did not appear.

Gou Wuyue was lifted up by an axe, and her body turned into crystal fragments and fell.

“Illusory Sword Art!”

The people below were frightened and trembling, but they didn’t consciously burst out, and they were all excited.

not dead!

Senior Wuyue is not dead!

Fortunately…

Ah bah, what fortunate, senior Wuyue didn’t die, shouldn’t it?

He is a Sword Immortal!

The battle situation on the field was fraught.

Gou Wuyue’s body didn’t stop at all, and when the phantom body collapsed and reappeared, it was already the nomination sword, which stabbed Cen Qiaofu Tianling Gai fiercely.

“Soul Nail Sword!”

“Om-”

A cyan ripple rippled from the void, and Cen Qiaofu seemed to be stunned, but he didn’t react, and his head to chin was pierced on the spot.

However, no blood spewed out.

All the flesh and blood in his body had already been sacrificed to the blood tree.

“Ow!!!”

With a hoarse roar, the voice of the famous sword Nulan dimmed.

Then, the blood tree behind Cenchev grew wildly again.

The branch that burst out not only absorbed the power of the famous sword, but also wrapped around the body of the sword, so it was about to wrap around Gou Wuyue’s body.

Gou Wuyue hurriedly shook the body of the sword, chopped the branches of the blood tree to pieces, and pulled the sword away.

As one of the nine great ancestral trees, the blood tree’s devouring power is terrifying.

This can be seen from the body of Cen Qiaofu, who can’t bear it.

“Thirty-three!”

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Then, when the eyelids were contained, it seemed to be sensing, and then the figure flew into the distance out of thin air.

“Leave……”

Cen Qiaofu murmured unconsciously, his toes a little square, and his body shot out, he encountered a high-intensity whip in the air, and he was pulled into the deep pit in the ground.

“Your opponent is me.”

The figure of No. 33 appeared out of thin air.

He lowered his head and glanced at his right leg, which was filled with holes by the branches of the blood tree during the attack, and was very surprised.

If you were human, if you had blood…

Come to think of it, after that kick, he was already dead!

“Roar!!!”

After Cenchov roared like a beast, he pressed his hands on the ground.

“Bun, gun, gun, gun…”

The earth fell apart.

The blood tree took root and grew vigorously in an instant, directly branching the open space for several miles into a dense blood forest.

The scene in the forest suddenly became a little bloody…

“Whoosh whoosh!”

“Bang bang bang!”

“Ahhh-”

After a short pause, the blood tree danced like a madman.

The branches twitched randomly, and the slightly slower white clothes were pierced by the branches, and in an instant, they were swept into a corpse under the sound of mourning.

“Nima…”

No. 33 looked at the terrifying movement below, was silent for a long time, and uttered a sigh he learned from the human world.

This scene is not unremarkable, and it is not unseemly!

Even if he is a puppet of heaven, the thought of being in this place and fighting the Taixu monster with the blood tree on his back makes his scalp tingle.

“Hey, I don’t seem to have a scalp?”

A short body, No. 33’s toes kicked in the void, and his body jumped into the bottom.

Save the white clothes from fire and water, the mission of my generation of heavenly puppets!