I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1566

[Chapter 1493: The king is not a king and the ministers are not ministers, the world is not the world and people have no ethics]

brush!

The eight masters in front of the preaching mirror quickly turned around and happened to meet Gou Wuyue, who was also looking at him with the corner of his mouth twitching.

The two fell silent.

The look of embarrassment in his eyes was not faint, but a bit thick!

Soon, both of them turned away and looked back at the preaching mirror, pretending to be nonchalant.

“Huh?”

Dao Qiongcang sniffed a strange smell in the air and looked over suspiciously, “What are you looking at each other for?”

The storyteller pointed at Gou Wuyue’s hand that was about to move, calmly. “It’s nothing.”

“Absolutely something!”

Dao Qiongcang sniffed, his eyes glowing brightly again.

No one can keep secrets in front of themselves, let alone hide any gossip!

There was no need to ask, I just glanced at Xu Xiaoshou’s unruly figure on the missionary mirror again, recalling his words just now…

Dao Qiongcang suppressed a smile and pointed at Ba Zun: “Someone, is it you? ”

No.”

After being denied, he pointed at Gou Wuyue again, covered his mouth and smiled, “Is that you?”

“I don’t know what you are talking nonsense.”

The two ancient sword cultivators almost It’s carved from the same mold!

Too calm, too cold, and too abnormal!

I definitely guessed it… Dao Qiongcang was so excited that he stamped his feet. After saying “Wow” a few times, his eyes came back to scan Bagou’s feelings, and pointed at the preaching mirror: “First

you, then them?”

Bagou, Gou Wuyue’s face darkened.

Dao Qiongcang hadn’t finished yet. He covered his mouth and continued to laugh. His voice was full of strangeness: “The story of the previous generation of saint slaves and the white-robed Taoist master, will the next generation copy it?”

8. Gou’s face was as dark as ink.

“Hahahaha…” Dao Qiongcang laughed loudly and wildly, and looked at Wei Kuang with a smile, “You know what I mean…” He

was about to say something, but when he saw the dull and rigid expression on the old man’s face, he died. Staring at the preaching mirror, Dao Qiongcang’s smile faltered.

Isn’t it just an excuse that Daquan lost once at that time? As for taking it so seriously?

Sure enough, there is a generation gap between the elderly and the young!

He turned to look at the storyteller.

Seeing the man in the red dress doing a seesaw with the corner of his mouth rising up and down, he couldn’t hold it down.

“You should understand what I mean, right?” Dao Qiongcang’s expression was extremely serious.

The storyteller’s face instantly returned to calmness.

Dao Qiongcang just stared at him, staring at him from his eyes to the corner of the storyteller’s mouth.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths…

Suddenly, the corner of his lips curled up, and then he pressed it down sharply.

This bad expression easily pried away the stone blocking the flood, and the storyteller’s smile could no longer hold back.

“Pfft!”

But after he laughed out loud, he was so well-trained that he could immediately turn his face expressionless.

Don’t squint your eyes, don’t look at Ba and Gou.

Respect must be given, after all, he is the elder brother…

“Hahahaha!”

In comparison, Dao Qiongcang seems to have no connotation.

He laughed wildly, even slapping his thighs in excitement, pointing at the storyteller Ru Yu Enji, “You know what I mean!” ”

Shut up, okay?” Gou Wuyue couldn’t hold back anymore, and the demon sword was about to move. .

“Wahahahaha…” Dao Qiongcang’s laughter moved with his fingers, almost widening his face, without saying anything, and his smile gradually became abnormal.

Gou Wuyue took a deep breath, “Boring.”

Dao Qiongcang’s smiling face froze, and immediately mutated on the spot, his voice became a bit sharper, “Boring? He said I was boring?!”

He pointed at the storyteller, “All five or six He is a ten-year-old man, and he only has one sentence left to say: “boring”. He has no words to reply, “Wow, wow, wow…”

The storyteller could no longer laugh.

Why is it like this, so revealing of scars, layer after layer?

He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was laughing so loudly that he bent over with a smile that looked nothing like the master of the Taoist Palace in the past, and he suddenly felt great terror.

My brother is right…

This guy has been suppressed by the word “Tao Palace Master” for thirty or forty years, and has been fighting for thirty or forty years, and finally bottomed out and rebounded.

His youthful rebellious period broke out strongly when others were going through menopause.

He took off the mask belonging to the “Master of the Tao Palace” and became himself again, a self that even made people feel scared when he smiled!

The angel of heaven has a liberated state.

Tao Qiongtian, directly liberating the abnormal form?

“Isn’t it funny?”

After realizing that no one was laughing with him, Dao Qiongcang wiped away his tears and sat back in front of the preaching mirror without embarrassment.

There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation. He changed the topic with an astonishing smoothness. He pointed at the mirror and said to Gou Wuyue: “The

master in white has not lost yet, has he?”

Gou Wuyue didn’t even move his eyes. .

Obviously, he is too lazy to deal with this guy who has lost control and has no one to care about and no one can control him.

Dao Qiongcang continued to look at Ba Zunzhen and said calmly:

“If you can defeat an ancient sword cultivator with one sentence, Lao Gou would have died in the Eighth Palace back then, and Beibei will never be able to become an ancient sword cultivator… You Say yes, the great Eighth Sword Immortal?”

Ba Zunzun’s right eyelid twitched wildly, and finally took in a breath of cold air and turned away, “Can you calm down for a while?”

Dao Qiongcang then looked back at the mirror in silence.

Just when several people around him thought he could be quiet.

In front of thousands of people who were crowded in front of the preaching mirror and discussing in a lively manner, this guy suddenly stood up and shouted:

“What a magic swordsman!”

“What a Seven Swordsman!”

The discussion stopped. , everyone looked back together.

But after attracting the attention of the entire audience, the Dao Qiongang actor opened his hands and sang loudly and passionately:

“A sword comes from the east, a sword fairy~”

“Drunk in the underworld, walk to the blue sky~”

“Don’t do it Hongchen~ don’t pull me, let go, let me go!”

“How dare you! In the sky of this palace, let’s see who dares to move… Ouch!”

…

Different from the farce in front of the missionary mirror in Half Moon Bay, the atmosphere in Yujing City at the moment is… Extremely miserable.

Beibei covered his neck, blood spilled from his fingers, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

“I, lost?”

This is just the beginning!

He didn’t even touch the sword once!

I tried my best and didn’t even use one thousandth of it.

In this world-famous first battle between swordsmen, Beibei imagined that he would lose, but should he lose after trying his best, or because of a single wrong move?

It’s definitely not like this now, it just started and it’s over.

Everyone is watching!

The Sword Burial Tomb in the Eastern Region, the Feng Family in the Southern Region… the entire world of ancient sword cultivators are paying attention!

Xu Xiaoshou’s sword is only a third-grade sword, which is not even as good as the scabbard of the Emperor Sword Emperor. How could he defeat me with one sword?

“No…” Beibei was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the black-clothed figure in front of him, speechless.

“What does ‘no’ mean?” Xu Xiaoshou put away his sword and stood there, saying calmly:

“Admitting defeat is sometimes harder than failure.” “It is

harder than admitting failure to admit that you have been defeated by a sword or defeated by yourself.”

Bei Bei looked embarrassed.

Her nervous eyes glanced at Mr. Siren, senior Feng Tingchen, and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Mr. Yang, Mr. Gu, and Liu Fuyu…

all of them had indifferent expressions.

They didn’t make any mockery, but their expressions showed some pain and sympathy.

This is more uncomfortable than taunting!

This sympathy is like food that comes from nowhere, and it makes the majestic swordsman feel endless humiliation!

“I’m not defeated -”

Beibei held the Emperor’s Sword in his hand, suddenly pulled away his figure, stood high in the sky and looked down at the many ancient sword cultivators below, and shouted in horror: “Xu Xiaoshou, I’m not defeated yet! No!”

Xu Xiaoshou lifted him up. Looking around, I saw a boiling spirit.

Looking at the invisible crown on the head of the Northern Sword Immortal, who was as precious as an empress, he seemed to see another proud and bright flower.

They grew up in the greenhouses of the Holy Emperors Rao and Bei, enjoying the top resources and defeating all the opponents in the world, but they never really faced themselves.

Whether it’s the love swordsmanship of sitting in a well and looking at the sky, or the ten thousand swordsmanship under the blessing of the Emperor Sword…

they are all high in the clouds.

But they are all castles in the air.

Xu Xiaoshou tore off Beibei’s fig leaf with one word: “You’ve never been defeated, it doesn’t mean

you’ll never be defeated.” “You fart! Xu Xiaoshou, shut up!”

Beibei was furious, his eyes were scarlet. Shining said, “If I lose, how can I not accept it? It’s just a mere illusion swordsmanship, I can do it!”

She raised the imperial sword horizontally and hung it in front of her neck.

Suddenly he slashed out again, the sword light was brilliant, piercing the sky and disappearing into nothingness.

“Through the passage!”

This sword traveled through space and time.

Not only has he used the tunnel of Sanqian Kendo to ignore all defenses, but he has also gained a deeper understanding of the true meaning of phantom swordsmanship and has reached the realm of “time and space jump”.

“Illusion swordsmanship, the first level, Bei Sword Immortal can also do it!”

Feng Zhongzui’s voice sounded at the right time, and he pointed the screen at Master Shou, “Is this considered a sneak attack? Can Master Shou react?”

Xu Xiaoshou He didn’t even move, his body shape only changed in the mirror.

“Huh…”

The north wind is blowing snow, and the red plum blossoms are fluttering.

The sword light penetrated from his body, and Xu Xiaoshou’s figure turned into nothingness.

Feng Zhongzui knows a lot about swords.

He directly left half of the picture to Mei Siren, who had a smile on his lips, and said excitedly:

“Hongmei third rate, Luoyingjie!”

“This is Mr. Miren’s sword. Luoyingjie uses the sword technique of the heart, No swordsmanship… The combination of several major sword styles, this is a higher level of swordsmanship than that of Bei Sword Immortal!”

He pointed the preaching mirror at the battlefield again.

Sure enough, as the fallen hero turned red, the bodies of Shou Ye and Bei Jianxian were illusory, and the two entities were no longer seen on the battlefield.

“Look at me!”

The drunken horse stepped forward in the wind, and his eyes changed.

He grabbed the preaching mirror and injected his sword intent into it, activated its advanced function, and then slashed through it like a sword.

“Without swordsmanship, there is no sword style!” The

virtual reality suddenly changed, and the image of the preaching mirror was replaced by a vague ideology.

In this picture, the heaven and earth are ethereal, and the aura is colorful.

Everyone else on the scene turned translucent, and even their existence seemed to be erased.

In the battle situation, there is an image of a bright golden dragon and a lonely black building.

On the top of the building, there was a man standing, holding a black sword at an angle, looking at him coldly.

…

“No!”

Mei Si rushed out.

He could tell at a glance that Xu Xiaoshou was using Luo Yingjie to draw Beibei into ideological warfare, and at the same time he activated his mental sword skills.

His mental sword skills are all critical hits to the ancient sword cultivator!

How could I possibly bear it when I was drunk in the wind?

But as soon as the body was placed in the illusion, placed in the realm of fallen heroes, Mei Siren saw the excited smell of alcohol, and he could still explain with ease:

“The sword skill of the heart, the gods and Buddhas under my eyes!”

“Master Shou took the initiative… No, he Is it the last thing that comes first, and his mental swordsmanship is not about gods and Buddhas, but has something to do with demonic energy?”

Mei Siren was stunned.

This kid…

Even if Xu Xiaoshou didn’t target him, the aftermath of his mental swordsmanship could affect Gu Jianxiu, not to mention Feng Zhongzui taking the initiative to intervene in the Luoying Realm.

But he was not affected by the aftermath at all!

His mentality is extremely powerful!

…

“Heart Sword Technique, everything is demonic before your eyes!”

When the missionary mirror showed the picture, everyone heard the chilling voice that made people’s hair stand on end.

Are you all demons now?

Outsiders couldn’t feel it, because Xu Xiaoshou’s sword was only aimed at one person.

Beibei, who was the only one targeted, was already emotionally unstable. At this glance, his pupils were shaking!

When he saw the image of the sword god’s lone tower…

and saw the image on top of the lone tower that represented his belief in the “gods and Buddhas” in his heart, when he turned his face to the side, it was still the same Xu Xiaoshou!

“Ah——”

Scarlet and ghost energy invaded Beibei’s ideology almost at the same time, and she screamed:

“I am not defeated!”

“No!”

The dragon’s roar suddenly rises and falls in the world of England.

The Emperor’s Sword Duzun suddenly burst out with a powerful impact, unexpectedly tearing the first-rate Hongmei third-rate to pieces.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but hesitate.

His sword was rushed away by Beibei’s inexplicable explosion?

Did that roar come from her? No, it comes from the Emperor Sword Sovereign!

…

“Something’s wrong…”

Feng Zhongzui had a good fighting sense and realized something.

The picture in the preaching mirror changes accordingly, and everything returns from false ideology.

The first thing everyone saw was the Bei Sword Immortal who was tainted with black devilish aura among the nobles.

Secondly, there is the slightly stunned Shou Ye.

“Bei Jianxian, has she gone crazy?”

Feng Zhongzui shouted in surprise, a little unbelievable, but he asked and answered:

“Yes, she has gone crazy. You may not know Xu Xiaoshou’s mental swordsmanship image. It’s the image of the ‘Sword God’!”

“Such an image had a huge impact on the ancient sword cultivator, and I was a little distracted just now.”

“But I am a person who, to put it simply, is heartless, but to put it more complicated, , that’s…”

“Shut up!!!” Beibei suddenly shouted loudly.

The Emperor’s Sword Duzun, stained with black demonic aura, was thrust into the void by her sword in response.

“Boom——”

The golden and black sword waves rolled away.

All the ancient sword cultivators present pulled back and quickly retreated from the battlefield.

Invasion of demonic energy is not a good thing.

Especially the Meisi people, after glancing at the missionary mirror, countless possibilities flashed through their minds, running faster than a rabbit.

Feng Zhongzui was startled, and said in a flurry of words: “I’ll shut up for a moment. It’s not easy to deal with being possessed. If Bei Jianxian can come out of it, his state of mind will be further deceived. If he can’t, maybe it won’t be easy.” I’m going to die today…”

“Shut up!!!”

Beibei fiercely pulled out the Emperor’s Sword.

She was able to restrain herself from interfering with those outside the battle, and vented all her anger on the opponent opposite:

“I! Never! Never! Defeat!”

Buzz!

When the Eight-faced Emperor Sword was pulled out from the space, as if it was pulled out from the scabbard, it disappeared.

The last scene left to everyone was the angry eyes on the Imperial Sword, which suddenly turned scarlet and black, with murderous intent surging!

The situation of the battle suddenly changed.

Beibei suddenly raised his eyes, his whole body was filled with demonic aura, his eyes glowed with golden light, and he actually woke up from being possessed.

With the help of such an enchanted impact…

the Emperor Sword Duzun didn’t disappear, but became one with her!

Xu Xiaoshou thought about this, his pupils condensed, and he saw why. He straightened up Zang Ku, who was so scared that he was curled up on his arm, “Toughen up, it’s not like you haven’t seen big scenes before!”

Feng Zhongzui He was also stunned, and couldn’t help but stop explaining, “This, this is?”

Bei Sword Immortal is the Seven Sword Immortal. He can understand that he can come out of the demonic state so quickly.

This person becomes a demon with the help of demonic energy, and defeats the demon with the help of the demonic power. When he comes back, he takes control of the demon king’s will, and the human sword becomes one…

Why wait for the swordsmanship?

Fengzhongzui has not yet reached that bold conclusion.

On the horizon, at the feet of Bei Sword Immortal, a golden secret formation is slowly unfolding!

Above the nine heavens, a vague and ethereal voice came, as emotionless as watching a cud:

“The king is not a king, and the minister is not a minister…”

“The world is not the world, and people have no ethics…”

“The law is illegal and the Tao is not the way… …”

“The sword is not a sword, I am the only one who owns it…”

…

Boom!

The black gold sword intent that suddenly expanded erupted from the preaching mirror, overturning the ancient sword cultivators from all over the five regions who were watching the battle.

“I am the only one…”

“The only one…”

“The only one…”

The echoes echoed throughout the world.

Everyone who heard the sound felt shocked and inexplicable awe.

“What a sword!” Gu Qinger and Gu Qingsan jumped up directly in front of the sword burial mound, staring so hard that their eyeballs were about to be sucked in.

“Elder brother should come and take a look…”

“No! He doesn’t need it, but we do!” ”

That’s right.”

“What are you talking about…” Some people couldn’t understand.

But the sword-crazy man had no time to answer, he was completely immersed in the sword intention coming from the preaching mirror.

“A perfect fit…” Su Qianqian held the demon sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord tightly, her heart twitching involuntarily.

If the tomb-named Chengxue was still there, it would be time to develop such a tacit understanding with him, right?

…

“Use magic to break magic, use people to break people, do whatever you want, but don’t break the rules… Good, she has made progress!”

On the other side, Gou Wuyue stared at the little girl in the mirror and saw through the sword behind the figure.

He held the demon sword Nulan’s voice tightly, but there was no trace of envy in his eyes.

“This is…”

Dao Qiongcang, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, turned his head and looked at the indifferent Bazun Shu.

He knew that this man had the deepest understanding of this way, and even claimed that he could solve it with any sword.

“Yes.”

Bazunzhen said nothing, just nodded in approval.

…

“Boom!”

The sword intent not only penetrated the preaching mirror, but also wreaked havoc on the entire Jade Capital City.

In a land with a radius of thousands of miles, when the swords of the Beibei people unite, and when the overwhelming sound of Taoism rises, a magnificent imperial palace suddenly rises.

Thousands of swords gathered in the palace, bowing like ministers, and everyone in the world surrendered.

There were countless sword sounds outside the hall, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping towards them, riding on the wolf smoke.

Xu Xiaoshou was trapped alone and helpless.

He could no longer see Mr. Siren, let alone the noisy Feng Zhongzui.

However, he held the hilt of the Zangku sword with one hand and the tip of the Zangku sword with the other. While holding it straight… he

closed his eyes, feeling the mighty emperor’s favor and endless imperial power, silently digesting the only “perfect fit” he saw. ”.

Suddenly, there was a cold scolding sound in my ears, like a loud bell in an old temple, shaking people’s hearts and minds.

“Emperor Sword Tianjie!”

[End of This Chapter.]