I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1577

[Chapter 1504: Wu Gui opens his mind to Liu Fanghu, the descendant of the Sword Tower, the Ancient Sword Steps]

Chapter 1508 Chapter 1504 Wugui Kai Nian Liu Fanghu, the successor of the Sword Tower Gu Jianbu

“cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1…”

Good you Xu Xiaoshou, it turns out there is What a thought!

As soon as Lei Xi’er’s ultimate demonic body opened, it swallowed up a large amount of life force, her mind retreated, and Mu Zixi came out.

She’s not good at fighting, but she’s great at catching Xu Xiaoshou’s pigtails!

“You…”

Before he could say more, Xu Xiaoshou grabbed the twin ponytails before tying them up. After turning around and saying “bah”, he added:

“Don’t think too much!”

“I will go back to the sword tower with her. Or maybe she means to follow me back to the first floor of the sky.”

Before Mu Zixi even took a step forward, he was choked with suffocation.

Looking back, Feng Zhongzui pointed the preaching mirror at herself again. Her eyes widened, “Why are you looking at me? I’m not an ancient sword cultivator. Look at them, and look clearly!”

Feng Zhongzui was frightened and hurriedly Remove the mission mirror.

Why does it suddenly look like a different person…

No, it’s just a different person!

Preaching mirror faced another rightful owner, Liu Fuyu, who was about to fight. Liu Fuyu naturally didn’t think much. After thinking about it, he said:

“Okay.”

Okay?

It’s so simple, are you willing to come with me?

You are very confident, Miss Liu… Xu Xiaoshou rolled his eyes, thinking that this woman is easy to deceive, and was about to continue speaking, asking if this battle can be postponed…

Liu Fuyu is not a person who likes nonsense. people.

The guard in his hand was tilted in front of his chest, he pushed it with his thumb and raised the sword grid.

“Buzz!”

A cyclone spread under my feet.

Suddenly, the flying snow froze in the sky, blooming with a cold sword intent, and many ancient sword cultivators all around made sword sounds.

The sound of these swords is not like the sound of resistance after being temporarily requisitioned, like the sound of Beibei just now, but “response”, “encouragement” and “encourage”!

“Here we come…”

Feng Zhongzui, who was still a little playful, suddenly entered the state as if he had sobered up, and his tone became more serious:

“What an amazing sword power!”

“Let me popularize it to everyone, there is an introduction to ancient swordsmanship. It’s not difficult, but the threshold for invisibility is very high. In actual combat, there are very few swordsmanships that can be used by ancient swordsmen – Hidden Swordsmanship.” ”

There are eighteen sword styles in ancient swordsmanship, each of which is divided into two major realms. Only Love Swordsmanship and Hidden Sword Art is the most special. The former has three realms, while the latter has only one realm – the unsheathed sword.”

A snowflake twirled drunkenly in the wind, and his fingertips were pricked until they bled.

The invisible air pressure on the battlefield increased, and his speaking speed became faster and his tone became more serious:

“The unsheathed sword is extremely difficult to use!”

“In today’s era, most of the hidden sword techniques are used as ‘sword sealing’. Years, decades, just for that one blockbuster sword, this is actually a very one-sided understanding of the “Hidden Sword Art”.” ”

In the ancient era of sword cultivators, most ancient sword cultivators used this sword style to “open the sword” , that is, the normal state is to raise the sword,

and the wartime state is to explode.” “‘Opening the Sword’ is very similar to the ‘Sword Opening’ in the Sword Tomb, but it is essentially different, because its explosion is not to hurt people, but to In order to cheer up, be happy, and develop momentum… Liu Fuyu is like this!”

No matter how much I say it, I won’t feel it.

Feng Zhongzui enlarged the picture in the preaching mirror and fixed it on Liu Fuyu’s picturesque eyebrows.

But seeing this woman’s eyes slightly condensed, she was in a state of selflessness, her sword robe was raised, and she was dancing in a hunting manner. As she opened the sword, there was a high-spirited and fanatical fighting spirit in her body, and the sharp sword was unsheathed.

This kind of posture is completely different from the graceful image where she cherished her words like gold just now!

“There’s something…”

Xu Xiaoshou’s playful words of “Zhan Zhan” came to his lips and he swallowed them back.

He could feel that the rewards from fighting Liu Fuyu would definitely be greater than fighting Beibei.

Beibei is a product of ancient sword cultivating in this era. He has high talent, good resources, strong swordsmanship, and the type of person who can Rao Yaoyao.

It is undeniable that this has merits, but compared to Liu Fuyu’s…

Liu Fuyu’s ancient sword cultivator is a bit too ancient!

Her temperament does not seem to be something that can be achieved in the spirit refining era, it is like the kind of swordsman in ancient times that can only be seen in paintings.

Not only Xu Xiaoshou was able to feel the use of the single-movement unsheathed sword, but Mei, Feng, Sheep, Gu, Lei and other ancient sword cultivators who were watching the battle also gained something from it.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen Kaijian. You Lao and Wen Ting like to use it the most, and they study it the most deeply.” Feng Tingchen recalled.

“The Sword Tower Guardian teaches the most orthodox way of the Sword God…” Mei Siren muttered to himself, “Compared to her, we may all be just sword cultivators, but she is the real ancient sword cultivator.”

Feng Tingchen was stunned for a moment and stopped talking.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you too.” Mei Siren turned around and gave him a look in embarrassment, indicating that he did not mean to look down on the sword tower heir.

The spiritual refining master in front of the Five Realms Missionary Mirror’s eyes were also eager.

Compared with the Emperor Sword Tianjie and the Four Swords Tianjie, there are tall and magnificent scenes.

For the first time, from a simple movement, they could clearly read the kind of aura that only the ancient sword cultivator had.

“The wind has stopped and the snow has stopped, and I forget myself when I open my sword…”

“Back then, I wanted to learn swordsmanship only after I saw Wen Jianxian’s artistic conception of a swordsman who could not eat the fireworks of this world. Unfortunately, thirty years have passed and I still can’t understand the innate sword. I guess.”

“I seem to know why Gu Jianxiu always pretends. Just based on this hand, I feel that her strength is not inferior to Master Shou?” ”

Sheathed sword? Liu Fuyu? Looking forward to…”

“Shou Fuck her!”

…

“Being watched, passive value, +1.”

“Being locked, passive value, +1.” ”

Being restrained, passive value, +1.”

“Being attacked, passive value, +1. ”

Four messages popped up in the information bar in an instant, just because of “open sword”.

Xu Xiaoshou no longer felt “something”, but “a bit stressed”.

Liu Fuyu’s eyes are so hot!

Compared with hers, Xu Xiaoshou actually felt that the power of the Holy Emperor, which he needed time to cultivate, had not yet been condensed and formed, and he was being led away by the other party!

More than that…

“Under attack?”

Xu Xiaoshou felt pain on his cheek, and stretched out his hand to wipe it, but there was nothing wrong – it was not his skin that was injured!

He felt a stabbing pain in his ear again, and subconsciously covered it, pinching it in an attempt to relieve it, but it was like scratching an itch, and the more he pinched it, the more uncomfortable it became.

“Soul attack?”

After some luck with the ghost swordsmanship, he discovered that it was not his soul that was injured.

My body and soul were unscathed, my spirit and will were extremely normal, but I was attacked…

My Qi, my mind, and my momentum were injured?

No, how could this level of “injury” be fed back to my body?

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he was attacked by a very familiar force, but he couldn’t tell what it was…

At this moment, an exclamation came from the distance:

“Nian!”

“Such a pure mind, is there really such a thing?” Attribute thought? Thanks to the exquisite control…”

It turned into murmuring again:

“Apart from dad and me, does anyone else understand the oppression type?”

After hearing this, many people present were still thinking about how to use the power of “opening the sword”. The ancient sword cultivators who knew how to be so sharp all looked back.

But I saw a burly little giant running on the mountain in the distance, and it was Cao Erzhu.

Cao Erzhu felt a little weak after being stared at by so many Half-Saints.

What my father said is indeed right. Taixu are all dogs, and half-saints are walking all over the place. Every one of them has secrets – the spirit refining world is too scary. You really can’t join in the fun!

With this kind of thinking, after being beaten away by Xuanji Xingshi, Cao Erzhu simply faded out of the battlefield. Brother Shou could handle it by himself anyway.

It was only now that he saw the oppressive Tetsushinian that he couldn’t help but reveal himself and wanted to make new friends.

“Is this also the Divine Thought?”

Mei Siren looked away from Erzhu, not doubting that he was there.

Looking back at Liu Fuyu, I finally realized that this was similar to the aura and coercion after “opening the sword” and the pressure brought by the sword elephant.

It’s just that the former puts more emphasis on the real sense of oppression, while the sword elephant puts more emphasis on attack power. There is still a slight difference.

“Oppressive type?”

Feng Zhongzui’s eyes lit up.

This looks like another big shot, and he also understands spiritual thoughts?

While carrying the preaching mirror, he landed next to Cao Erzhu, “Brother, do you understand Shen Nian very well?”

Cao Erzhu waved his hands repeatedly: “No, no, I only understand a little bit…”

“Then tell everyone about it?”

“Ah. , this… Dad said that there are six types of Shen Nian, basic type, possession type, domain type, release type, oppression type, and manipulation type. This Miss Liu is a very typical oppression type, forcing people purely with her will. If you practice to the depths, you can open your eyes and destroy the saints…”

Feng Zhongzui was stunned. What’s going on? Do you really dare to tell me?

Are you still talking eloquently?

Are there six types of spiritual thoughts?

Did you give it to your dad?

You just opened your mouth and thought your father was Quirehan? Dare to talk about these things without being ashamed, the Eighth Sword Immortal did not dare to say that his second-generation Sheshen Nian Jian Nian has six transformation forms…

Feng Zhongzui’s thoughts suddenly stopped, and his hands suddenly shook:

“Brother, Brother, what’s your surname?”

“My surname is Cao… Oh, my surname is Luo, and my name is Luo Shitou.” Cao Erzhu scratched his head.

Bang!

The missionary mirror in Feng Zhongzui’s hand fell to the ground, and he looked up blankly at the big man.

Not only him, but the newcomers such as Feng Tingchen, Yang Xizhi, Lei Shuangxing, Xuan Wuji, etc. turned around in shock, and either looked at or looked at this little giant who was hiding his ears and stealing his bell.

In the missionary mirror images across the five regions, only the sky and the frozen white snow were left. The next moment, everyone rioted collectively.

“Damn it, pick up the mirror, you damn drunkard in the wind, how did you broadcast this? I haven’t seen him clearly yet!” ”

There are six types of Shen Nian? No… I saw something, then Is he the son of Quirehan?”

“The descendant of the Tenth Seat!”

“It’s really the first descendant of the Tenth Seat! Quilehan actually has a son? I, I, I… I’m crazy, I still want to marry him , there is a ten-seat son who can watch at the scene? I want to go there! My son can do it too!”

…

The world opposite the preaching mirror cannot interfere with the battle situation on the scene.

Liu Fuyu pushed away the guard, his sword intention rising steadily as the sword was unsheathed inch by inch, and then murmured to himself:

“I held the sword at the age of three, entered Taoism at the age of six, and watched the sword in the sword tower for twenty-four years.

” Among the nine major swordsmanships, except for the Love Swordsmanship which still lacks fire, the others have been achieved.”

The cold voice, although whispered, resonated with the Snowflake Sword Qi and spread outside.

Mei Siren, Feng Tingchen and other ancient sword cultivators turned their heads in time and looked at the battlefield.

Feng Zhongzui picked up the missionary mirror, not daring to take any more random shots, but also got the battlefield shots.

Xu Xiaoshou also didn’t quite understand what she meant. While he was feeling this unique oppressive type of mind, compared with Kui Leihan’s, he said: ”

So?”

Liu Fuyu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he pulled the protective shield out of its sheath. With only half a finger left, the sword’s intention was twisting and turning in its inner pocket, and its evolution reached its peak.

For a moment, the sound was as cold as the wind and snow, biting the soul of ice:

“The swordsman of the sword tower has never fought with the world.”

“Since I am so blessed, I have been able to practice swords ten times as long as you, and I still need to take you back to the tower, so I have to tie myself up.” Realm, you can’t do anything with all your heart…”

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

He did understand this.

Liu Fuyu believed that the descendants of Jianlou were extremely powerful and wanted to fight him despite his level?

“That’s not necessary!”

He interrupted with a smile, “You have the sword tower, and I can rely on you. Since you want to fight, just do it with all your strength. There is no need to tie your hands.” This underestimated

Liu Fuyu’s determination.

“Keng!”

When the sword-protecting intention in his hand reached the extreme and seemed to explode, Liu Fuyu sheathed his sword.

brush.

The frozen snow in the sky is like time being suspended and returning to the state of falling slowly.

After Liu Fuyu sheathed his sword, his momentum increased instead of decreasing. The air waves exploded under his feet. The black hair tied up in the bamboo hairpin fell down to his waist, and a dark sword light shot out from his eyes.

“If you are not good at Wu Jian Shu and Ghost Sword Technique, I will fight you with Wu Jian Shu and Ghost Sword Technique.”

Xu Xiaoshou was startled after hearing this.

How do you know I’m not good at this… No, I’m pretty good at these two, just dream about it!

“It’s up to you.”

Ancient sword cultivators are stubborn donkeys. Since it was useless to persuade him once, Xu Xiaoshou would not force him.

He had just uncovered the hidden pain, and thought for a moment that this girl was so conceited, maybe she should be taught a lesson with the Four Swords or the Yan Python…

Suddenly, Liu Fuyu released the guard!

Just put it under your feet!

“What do you mean?” Xu Xiaoshou’s eyelids twitched wildly.

Liu Fuyu’s red lips curled up:

“No swordsmanship.”

The ancient sword cultivators present and the spectators outside the preaching mirror were all set on fire and exploded.

“So crazy!”

“She’s crazier than Mr. Shou!”

“This one named Liu doesn’t speak much. Is she really capable? Don’t wait until she gets beaten up by Mr. Shou!” ”

I feel the contempt. Master Shou, why don’t you get tougher now? Give her a lesson?”

OK, OK… Xu Xiaoshou was very happy.

No swordsmanship teaching bureau?

You Liu Fuyu want to teach me how to behave?

He was so blocked for a moment that he didn’t know how to speak. He could only sigh and said that he was indeed an ancient sword cultivator, and there was no one who couldn’t pretend.

The situation is tense!

When the atmosphere of the battlefield was stirred up to the extreme with a few words, the opponent could calmly raise his hand and salute:

“Jianlou, Liu Fuyu.”

Xu Xiaoshou also suppressed the anger in his chest, put away the pain, and said calmly:

“The first floor in the sky, Xu Xiaoshou.”

The image of the preaching mirror suddenly expanded, encompassing the entire battlefield, because Feng Zhongzui also knew how to use a sword.

“Brush!”

It only takes a moment.

On the old site of Yujing City, every snowflake exploded with astonishing “thoughts”, as if it was endowed with “spirit”.

The flying snow turned into a snowstorm, dancing wildly.

The snowstorm blurred everyone’s vision, and the picture in the preaching mirror suddenly changed.

Then on Liu Fuyu’s side, there was only a hanging green sword robe, and a cold voice that spread out:

“No sword skills…”

“No self, sword step!”

Xu Xiaoshou, whose senses were widened, suddenly shouted Stiffened.

At this moment, he lost sight of Liu Fuyu, and could only see her clothes that were torn to pieces by the sword energy after hanging down.

At the same time, all the ancient sword cultivators on the edge of the battlefield were moved. Even the Meisi people couldn’t help but take half a step forward, with shocked expressions on their faces.

Feng Zhongzui hugged the preaching mirror and retreated wildly, fearing that he would be involved in the battlefield:

“Sword step? Ancient sword step?”

“Is it the long-lost ancient sword step, the ancient sword step of the sword god Gu Louying? ?”

(End of this chapter)