I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 772

[Chapter 737: The Illusory Sword Technique of Pressing Huaxian Eye Illusion Technique!]

“It’s an illusion.”

The uncle who pierced the scorpion’s throat with four fingers smiled and responded, “It’s both an illusion and a swordsmanship, a swordsmanship that surpasses your Huaxian Eye illusion.”

Swordsmanship?

The onlookers in the field were all shocked.

In my mind, a legendary swordsmanship suddenly appeared…

“Illusionary swordsmanship?” On the

other side, Baigui cried out in surprise.

His crossed eyes were angry, but he found that he could not mobilize the power of the Holy Blood, and shattered this space with the power of annihilation.

now.

Hundred Ghosts’ pair of green-orange pupils only stared inexplicably at another sloppy uncle in front of him.

The uncle’s two fingers are holding a drop of unwillingness, trying to chase the holy blood of freedom.

That is 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 just smiled and shook his head: “Banmen gets an axe, that’s all.”

He then put the holy blood into the ring with his backhand, pointing to the other uncle who was killed by another uncle on the other side. Pointing to the Yin Cao who pierced his throat, he asked Bai Gui:

“If I kill him, will you be frightened and give me the position of your Lord Huang Quan?”

Bai Gui’s pupils shrank suddenly.

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

What is this ability?

What kind of cultivation is this?

“impossible!”

Bai Gui is crazy, he is going crazy, he can’t even see how the Dao is distributed here, and he said in shock:

“You don’t have a sword,

how can you use the magic sword technique?”

“Besides, you again It’s not the eight masters, the magic swordsmanship, how can it be possible to control the two of us at the same time? Can we still resist Huaxian’s eyes?”

“Laughing to death!” The sloppy uncle looked indifferent.

As he said that, there was no smile at all, his expression was stern and serious: “Until now, you still doubt my identity?”

“Eight-wise, it is impossible to use a sword!” Bai Gui roared.

He knows something.

While speaking angrily, Bai Gui covered up his true intentions with anger and madness.

But secretly trying to use the crossed eyes to kill the illusion, Bai Gui actually found that this is like reality, it is not like an illusion at all.

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

“Incarnation outside the body?”

Bai Gui’s heart is dead, doesn’t this mean that the other party is a semi-sacred?

But, it’s not right!

Half-sage, why are you pretending to be the eight masters?

Of course, his hundred ghosts are procrastinating, but it is also true that the eight deities cannot know the sword!

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

“When you are about to die, you don’t even know how to die…”

“My sword is in your heart.”

He finished.

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

It is right in the heart of Baigui!

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 lines from the heart of Bai Gui.

“Uh, ahhh-” The

painful roar resounded in everyone’s ears instantly.

The flow of time here seems to have been 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 rhythm that the sword body gathers.

“Famous sword!”

Jiang Chaotian exclaimed: “Isn’t this Taisheng water sword? Isn’t this the sword of Yaofu and Yaoye? Is he the Yao family?”

No one responded.

Everyone just stared at the scene in front of them in shock and listened to the wailing of a hundred ghosts tearing apart and unable to resist.

A cut.

In front of this sloppy uncle, he was powerless to become such a situation!

Among the scenes, the storyteller has a panoramic view, and he is also terrified.

“Illusionary swordsmanship…”

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

I have the experience of seeing my brother make a sword, so the storyteller knows.

The sword here is just a small miniature of the real vast magic sword technique.

And the moment when the sloppy uncle pulled the Taisheng Water Sword out of Baigui’s heart.

Yin Cao and Hundred Ghosts, at the same time, lost half of their life in the eyes of everyone.

“Dead?”

Everyone swallowed.

At this moment, even Xu Xiaoshou felt absurd.

This is ridiculous!

This is simply a joke of the world!

The two big slashes are gone?

This uncle is the eight masters, right? The one who is the first of the saint slaves is a fake?

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

However.

After slowly wiping the sword, the sloppy uncle, who had cleared the blood on Taisheng’s Shuijianjian, only flicked the famous sword with his fingers.

“Keng——”

A crisp sword sound rang out.

When everyone saw the picture in front of them, they broke again.

Another screen appears.

And after the truth of the reality was cleared up, everyone’s scalp was 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 Yin Cao, 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 were only a few steps apart.

The uncle didn’t move.

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

He is not dead!

But it looks like a life after death.

And the hundred ghosts who are behind are not dead yet, their hands still maintain the posture of digging out holy blood.

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

There was only a small pebble in Hundred Ghost Palm’s heart.

“…” The

audience was silent.

Silent.

At this moment, everyone reacted, and the scene where the Yin Cao and all the ghosts were dead was the real illusion!

A magic sword technique that overwhelms the immortal eyes!

Xu Xiao was shocked.

He “perceives” a little bit of reality in Pohua’s eyes, but he can’t see through Uncle Sloppy’s fantasy swordsmanship.

Thinking back to the man’s sentence “Banmen get an axe, it’s nothing more than that”, he only felt that this uncle was called a real bunker.

This is illusion!

…

“Illusory swordsmanship?” On the

other side, Yin Cao swallowed and said with difficulty.

On his face, there is weakness that will not die, but there is no hope for the future of future blessings.

Just looking at the moment, Yin Cao’s Hua Xian eyes met the turbid eyes of the uncle, and they completely lost their color.

It is obviously a phoenix and a turkey.

At this moment, the turkey is superior!

“Yeah.” The uncle just nodded.

“Are you really the eight masters?” Yin Cao asked again.

“Yeah.” The uncle nodded again.

“…”

Yin Cao couldn’t ask anymore, and fell silent.

The uncle said, “Since he died once, he can finally answer my question! Where is Huang Quan?”

Yin Cao felt powerless.

How to fight this?

This man’s magic sword technique was so powerful that even Hua Xianmu couldn’t resist it.

It turns out that what Lord Huang Quan said is actually true… It’s

not that you have the eyes of the tears family, and you can be free from fear of Taixu, even with the Holy Blood, you can compete with Taixu.

There are geniuses in this world.

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

Any pupil technique is false.

With only one power, he can break all methods!

Looking at the sloppy uncle in front of him, Yin Cao still doesn’t believe that this person is Ba Zunji.

But it doesn’t matter if it’s not the eight masters.

Saying that he is one of the Seven Sword Immortals, Yin Cao now feels that this person is worthy of such a name.

Illusionary Swordsmanship is known as the most difficult one to cultivate among the Nine Great Swordsmanships.

This person, to be able to cultivate to such a level, is simply terrifying!

“Lord Huang Quan…”

Yin Cao pursed his lips, as if he was planning to stop resisting and reveal the location of Lord Huang Quan.

Never thought.

The next second, everyone heard him hiss and exclaimed: “Save me—” The

audience was shocked.

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

And at the same time.

Hundred Ghosts also exclaimed from the rear:

“Master Huang Quan, save me—”

Not only was he famous, but he also had a trace of grievance and unwillingness.

But in the end, both of them shouted.

After the sloppy uncle reacted, his face instantly turned stern, and his two fingers joined together to cut forward, as if he really wanted to cut off Yin Cao’s head.

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

A faint golden glow rose up from the two Kings of Hell who were calling for help.

The uncle’s sword finger that slid across Yin Cao’s throat seemed to cut to a different dimension.

Even his hands went directly through the body of Yin Cao.

“The power of time and space?” Uncle Sloppy was surprised.

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

“Run away?” Jiang Chaotian at the back was tearing his eyes apart.

Jiang Shao’s three disgusted eyes have not been recovered.

Hades two, ran away?

He immediately bullied himself up, but apart from passing through the original space where the underworld was, he couldn’t even capture even the slightest corner of the enemy’s clothes.

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

This battle, it seems that from beginning to end, his appearance is a superfluous role.

From the storyteller, to the first eight masters, to the two kings of hell, to the second eight masters…

There was no one in the audience who took his half-sage Jiang’s beheading in their eyes!

It can even be said to be ignoring…

Jiang Chaotian feels what’s wrong with the world.

When did the existence of Zhan Dao become so vague?

But after realizing that he was at the tip of a bull’s horn, he jumped out of the mental deadlock and thought about it again, and then he knew what kind of vortex he was in.

The saint slaves, the two eight masters, and the Hades organization specializing in collecting tears from the family with two supreme artifacts as leaders…

This is not a situation that Jiang Chaotian can intervene at all.

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

Except for the half saint.

The weakest should be too immature to cultivate!

“Crack.”

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

He understands the truth.

But what about Jiang Shao?

This is called Jiang Chaotian. How can I return to the Jiang family and give an explanation?

…

the other side.

“Interesting…” The

sloppy uncle touched the space, feeling the residual power, and whispered to himself:

“It seems that such a strong power of time has only been felt on the body of the spare hate.”

“But he also has the power of the space attribute…”

“Interesting!” The

sloppy uncle murmured, suddenly raised his head, and his eyes lit up. : “This Huangquan, don’t be too powerful!”

He couldn’t control the three of Jiang’s family.

Since the two Kings of Hell were rescued from the air, it was unexpected.

At that time, there was only one person left who was worthy of the uncle’s concern.

“Ba Zunyan?” The uncle turned his head and looked at Xu Xiaoshou amusingly.

“Wait a minute.”

Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand at him, went straight to Jiang Qi, and said bluntly:

“Three disgusted eyes are not in my hands, and I don’t want to have bad relations with your semi-sage, not the enemy of saint slaves. , my nature, never take the initiative to attack.”

Jiang Qi was startled, not understanding what the masked man intended.

However, Xu Xiaoshou said calmly: “Whether you believe it or not, you can pay attention to this organization of the King of Hell. I believe that the eyes of the three disgusted eyes can be brought out by a junior. So…you know.” That’s

all.

Xu Xiaoshou received his voice.

He knew that Jiang Qi was a smart person, and he didn’t need to say it too clearly.

The real eight deities know that they will not deliberately engage in evil with a half-sage.

but!

It’s not a crime to make friends on purpose.

Therefore, he only mentioned one sentence, and it was enough.

Say it.

Xu Xiaoshou only turned to look at the storyteller: “Let them go out!” The

storyteller hadn’t realized which Xu Xiaoshou was, so Xu Xiaoshou could only transmit to him: “I am Xu Xiaoshou.”

At the moment, the storytelling suddenly came to a head, and the Jiang family was released directly from the small space world and returned to the Tianqi Forest.

…

Inexplicably, a 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 thought.

“What do you mean?”

At first Jiang Qi thought that the masked eight statues were real, after all, they had been to Tianyang Village.

But later, the sloppy uncle was so skilled in magic swordsmanship that she no longer believed that the masked man was the Eight Zunya, and it was possible that the sloppy uncle was the eight Zunya.

However, the masked man who finally spoke to her could command the storyteller!

It doesn’t matter which one is true and which one is false.

The important thing is that there is only one space in the world of Yin-Yang life and death, the only one in the world, that is, the saint slave storyteller.

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

The power of space is too rare.

No one can imitate this.

So, the last masked man who didn’t make a move is the true eight masters?

But if you want to understand it this way, that fake sloppy uncle has both swordsmanship and magic swordsmanship…

“Oh!”

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

She’s going to be driven mad by herself!

It’s not important… It’s

not important…

Abandon all this as much as possible. Jiang Qi turned around and looked at Jiang Chaotian, who was constantly healing Young Master Jiang, and said, “Senior, we may be saved.”

“Save?” Jiang Chaotian didn’t turn his head back.

, apparently unreasonable.

“Ok.”

Jiang Qi was very sure. She recalled what the eight masked men gave her in the end, and suddenly had a very bold and terrifying inference in her heart, saying:

“I don’t dare to talk about the semi-sage among the clan, but since the three hated pupils Eyes are so important, why are they lost so inexplicably?”

“Perhaps, this is just a line of my clan’s semi-sage?”

Jiang Chaotian’s healing movements stagnated, and then he looked back, his eyes regained his vigour.

yes!

Hell, this organization is clearly an oversized fish.

Even before Sanyan’s eyes were lost, he, Jiang Chaotian, as Jiang’s Slasher, had great intelligence, but he had never even heard of the organization’s name.

However, the King of Hell has developed to have the Xuan Xuan Sword, Soul Cut, and two big tears!

At the moment, Jiang Chaotian opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped and looked back at Jiang Shao.

The blood on Jiang Xian’s eyes has dried up in his arms.

At this time, the eyelashes trembled, UU reading www.

sonicmtl.com is showing signs of awakening.

“Not dead!”

Jiang Chaotian was overjoyed.

Immediately, he calmed down, turned his head to Jiang Qi, and said solemnly, “If you say that you don’t dare to talk about half-sages, don’t talk about half-sages.”

Jiang Qi nodded: “Yes.”

Yes.

White is coming.

You can’t talk about it here, go back and talk again.

This matter must be settled.

As for now, let’s take the victim’s identity firmly, let Bai Yi be Jiang Shao, and get justice!

After all…

darkness should be conquered by light!