I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1905

[Chapter 1781 Famous Thoughts]

“How is it possible…”

It still doesn’t believe it.

Because there is more than just time and space leaps, there are also three thousand sword arts.

During the battle, it countered every move and also learned the first level of Wu Ji’s Mo Sword Technique, Nine Sword Techniques, Hidden Sword Technique, and Heart Sword Technique.

All of them are brought to the pinnacle and integrated into the simple and unpretentious slashing blows. Unless you have personally fought in the battle or are a master of kendo, you will not be able to tell.

In the final transformation of the beheading technique, Wu Ji used a ghost sword technique and cut off a large part of its soul body.

“Who transformed you?”

The white-faced ghost shouted in a stern voice, and began to retreat. He couldn’t believe that this was just a chicken.

He should never, ever, say such arrogant words and provoke this carriage. It turned out that the ghosts’ intuition was right. They were not easy to mess with.

“Giggle…Giggle…”

The black chicken did not respond in any human language, but only crowed softly.

It held a sword in its mouth, walked sideways, and walked slowly. It gave off a very oppressive feeling, especially its pair of cold eyes.

Staring at a ghost will make the ghost feel cold.

Staring at people, everyone was shocked.

“What a strong chicken!”

“This sword technique… no, just looking at this footwork, this chicken is terrifyingly strong!”

“Who is sitting in this carriage, and why does he have such a powerful sword-carrying chicken, the holy chicken?”

“I really want to raise one…”

“Hongniang, you are alive!”

Discussions flashed across Jin Xing’s screen as she watched the game.

Hongniang was indeed alive, having resurrected from her previous state of despair.

She got back her job and wanted to do commentary.

But after searching in his mind, he found that among the major Taixu families in the Five Realms and Xingjie, there was no one with the status and strength that could match this carriage.

“Who are you!?”

On the battlefield, the white-faced ghost was under great pressure from being stared at by the chicken.

But the chicken no longer attacked and just walked around him. The white-faced ghost did not dare to approach it and could only shout at it.

After asking in vain, it turned its gaze to the Xianggui carriage:

“Who are you?”

Asking and knowing are just ways to dispel the fear in your heart.

In Xianggui’s carriage, Old Man Li turned a deaf ear and said to the carriage, “This ghost is quite powerful. He can actually take so many swords from Jian Ji?”

“Not bad.” The young master in the car agreed with the White-Faced Ghost’s strength, or rather, more than strength:
“Being able to keep up with the Black Chicken and receive seventy-one swords, this ghost has at least the third level of combat awareness.”

“It can speak human language, think, and know fear. This ghost has a very high level of humanity, or its intelligence is no less than that of normal humans.”

“But it is a useless ghost with a strong consciousness but a weak body. Its soul itself is not of a high level. It is really strange…”

There are millions of people in Jinzhu, and there are many smart ones who heard something. Hongniang was even more surprised:
“Again?”

“Did Hongniang hear it wrongly? Did he say ‘again’?”

The white-faced ghost’s face twitched and seemed to be about to fall off, and then he heard Old Man Li take over the conversation and say:

“Yes, sir. It is different from the fifty-six we killed before. Its body is quite intact.”

As soon as these words came out, the battle inside and outside was completely boiling:
“Have you killed him?”

“They have killed this kind of ghost, and there are still fifty-six of them. Are you kidding me?”

“No, you need this kind of strength. Why were you pretending just now? Did they deliberately not save Hongniang to attract her attention?”

When Hongniang saw this comment, her breathing became heavier and her chest rose and fell slightly.

Is it really so?

Quickly she shook her head, denying her overly good self.

Just for this black chicken that can reach the holy level, there are not many forces in the world that can raise it.

“Yeah, there weren’t many people…”

Hongniang’s mind was racing, she felt that her choices were very limited, but it was as if her thoughts were tied up, and she couldn’t break through the layer of paper that wrapped the truth.

“Fifty-six…” The white-faced ghost frowned, drooped his eyebrows, and muttered silently.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak…” It quickly let out a miserable laugh, and suddenly raised its head. A gleam of light flashed from its one eye covered in blood:
“Want to kill me? Impossible!”

The white-faced ghost’s desire to survive was so strong that he no longer cared about the black chickens surrounding him. He drew his sword and swung it backwards.

“Time and space…”

Clang!
Before the sword was drawn, the black chicken appeared out of nowhere and slashed horizontally with great force, cutting off the white-faced ghost’s escape technique.

The white-faced ghost’s face turned green and he immediately changed his tactics.

After unloading the Dao, he then accumulated the Dao and slashed out with the Dao. When he was close at hand, a dark green light burst out.

But the sword light had not yet taken shape, and the chicken holding the sword used a little force to move a heavy object, pushing the sword back and releasing the force.

“Bang!”

The white-faced ghost stepped heavily, creating a deep pit on the ground, and his moves were slightly deformed.

The black chicken took advantage of the danger and attacked again and again, and the chicken head almost left an afterimage.

“Knock, knock, knock…knock, knock, knock…”

The sound of iron hammering was heard again. This time, the white-faced ghost only blocked thirty-two sword strikes. With a “swish”, his left arm was cut off by the sword-holding chicken.

“ah–“

With a scream, the door was wide open.

The sword-holding chicken used the force of the opponent’s attack to counter it, and stepped on the white-faced ghost’s chest with its claws, pushing the man away, and pointed at him in the air.

Bang!
A bloody hole appeared on the white-faced ghost’s chest.

It pursed its lips, groaned, and dared not say anything else – because the sword-bearing chicken might attack it in an instant, and it could not shout anymore.

It steadied itself and didn’t dare to run anymore. It just wanted to fend off the next wave of storm from the sword-bearing pheasant.

The chicken stopped attacking.

Leaning sideways, closing eyes, pacing slowly…

“Crack!”

The white-faced ghost’s face was covered with sweat and blood, his teeth were clenched, and he felt like he was being humiliated by a chicken.

The millions of people on the Jin Xing screen were even more shocked:
“So strong, I knew he was strong, but I didn’t expect him to be this strong!”

“What kind of ancient sword chicken is this? Only the Seven Sword Immortals can beat it. Can I beat this chicken?”

“How come there is no movement, and he hasn’t even left the first or second realm? This white-faced ghost looks very stressed.”

“Look, the white-faced ghost’s hands are shaking. This chicken is quite powerful!”

“Guwu Chicken?”

Whether it was the ancient sword chicken, the ancient martial arts chicken, or a combination of both, the white-faced ghost couldn’t tell.

It found that at some point, its vision had become extremely narrow.

It wasn’t because of a lost eye, a broken arm, or a bloody hole in the chest, but because of fear.

“Come on!”

The white-faced ghost roared at the chicken with the sword in its mouth.

The black chicken remained indifferent, still waiting outside, pacing slowly and steadily.

Boom!
The white-faced ghost cut the ground with his sword and shouted:
“Come on! Fight!”

The chicken seemed to have seen through the ghost’s sword and realized it had no killing power. It stepped on the edge of the force wave and continued to wander around.

The white-faced ghost’s Adam’s apple rolled and blood and sweat flowed like beans.

Its face turned to the other side, but it didn’t dare to move its gaze away.

It stared at the black chicken, facing the carriage, and angrily scolded the two humans who were still making sarcastic remarks:
“What a pair of wicked servants, they just rely on the fact that they have a spiritual beast and pretend to be a tiger…”

Swish!
The shadow of the black chicken disappeared.

The white-faced ghost stopped abruptly, his pupils trembling, and just as he was about to raise his sword to block…

“Swish!”

Wu Ji stabbed the white-faced ghost’s right eye with a sword.

Its previous speed was actually all show. The explosion at this moment was much faster, targeting the inertia of thinking and the surprise attack.

“ah–“

The stone sword was like a drill, piercing into the skull and twitching and twisting constantly. The heart-piercing pain came not only from the body, but also from the soul and the mind!

The white-faced ghost couldn’t bear it any longer and cried out in pain.

As soon as it opened its mouth, the sword-bearing chicken held the sword in its mouth, and its body spun downward. Its claws reached into the white-faced ghost’s mouth and it curled its toes to grab it.

“Tongue!”

Hongniang screamed: “The black chicken pulled out the white-faced ghost’s tongue with its feet!”

The white-faced ghost was completely terrified.

What was going on? Just because he had scolded his master so many times?
Before he could finish thinking, he felt a pain in his eyes, and the sword-carrying chicken pulled the sword out of his skull.

The stretched tongue lightly touched the sword, and with a hissing sound…

“Broken!”

“Because this ghost still wants to speak nonsense, is it really true that what old man Li said just now is a punishment of cutting off the tongue?”

The matchmaker was happy.

If one could say how miserable the deaths of Uncle Jin and Old Fu were just now, then how happy she was feeling now.

When this white-faced ghost was killing others, he never thought that he would have such retribution!

“Woo——”

Sharp screams echoed in the battle.

The black chicken that cut off the white-faced ghost’s tongue flapped its wings at half of the white-faced ghost’s head, and used the force to bounce back out of the battlefield…

Keep pacing.

“Well!”

“Uh uh woo!”

The white-faced ghost collapsed and his mentality completely broke down.

It covered its face and throat, in unspeakable pain. The special, water-like thoughts on the Black Chicken Sword kept lingering on its wounds like salt.

It hurts!
It hurts so much!

Unbearable pain!

“Kill me, kill me, kill me…”

Cutting off the tongue could not stop the white-faced ghost from making sounds. It crawled on the ground, wailing non-stop, unable to endure such torture.

“Sir.”

Old Man Li in Xianggui’s carriage called out, looking somewhat regretful: “This one doesn’t seem to have the power of the god of death. No matter how much I stimulate it, it won’t use it?”

“No, they are very smart, and some of them hide it very well.”

“But normally with this much stimulation, I should have exploded long ago. If I put myself in his shoes, I would either commit suicide or mutate. Anyway, I can’t stand this inhuman torture…”

“It is indeed not a human. It is a fierce ghost. The power of a ghost is beyond your imagination.”

Hongniang was stunned when she heard this.

What this master and servant were discussing and what the millions of spectators in Jinxing were concerned about seemed to be on a completely different level.

It sounds absurd…

But they are very experienced?
The white-faced ghosts hunt experienced people in the ghost and Buddha world for a living.

It seems that this carriage master and servant exist specifically to hunt “living things/dead things” like white-faced ghosts?
And what they want is…

“This young master, do you want to use this… this Senior Sword Princess to force out the hidden power of the White-Faced Ghost?”

“The power of the god of death, is that what I understand, the power of the origin?”

Hongniang didn’t even know whether this “sword-holding chicken” had intelligence or not, so she could only address it as “Sword Lady”.

After all, this chicken is too strong, rarely seen in one’s lifetime.

I feel that in terms of swordsmanship attainments, the last vacant spot among the Seven Sword Immortals should be given to this chicken crown.

Even Beibei may not be able to beat this chicken!

“Hoo, hoo, hoo…”

The white-faced ghost lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his body shaking constantly.

When it started breathing too heavily, the black chicken came up and hit it with a sword. Soon the white-faced ghost didn’t dare to breathe.

It was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, about to explode but not daring to, and the whole ghost was twisted to the extreme.

“No more torture.” Finally, the young master’s sigh came from the Xianggui carriage in the distance:

“So he’s a spineless ghost…”

“Sword Princess, kill it, destroy its body and soul.”

The scene suddenly focused on the rooster holding a sword. The rooster flapped its wings, jumped lightly with the sword in its mouth, and spun sideways in the air.

Swoosh!
The brilliant silver sword energy cut through the void and tore straight towards the trembling white-faced ghost crawling on the ground.

“This is intolerable, what else can we not tolerate?”

The white-faced ghost held the heavy sword and let out a loud roar, then his body exploded and flesh and blood splattered.

As the space fluctuated, a faint light shot out from the explosion and pointed directly at… the Xianggui carriage!
“Young Master Wan, you evil servants, I have tolerated you for a long time!”

The dim light transformed into a ferocious evil ghost that was a hundred feet tall.

The tremendous power of death gathered and transformed into the heavy sword held in his hand.

This evil ghost and this huge sword, with unspeakable hatred, didn’t even care about the back and stabbed straight to the top of the carriage.

“Chuckle, chuckle—”

The black chicken chased with the sword in its mouth, but its speed was a little slow.

“I can’t save you!”

Hongniang covered her lips.

There were even fewer comments about Jin Xing, and everyone watched with bated breath.

In the picture, Old Man Li looked up.

This old man, who should have been extremely weak in the eyes of everyone, was looking at the sword falling from the sky like a pillar with contempt on his lips.

“Young Master…”

He called out softly, with a look of anticipation on his face.

When the heavy sword came stabbing, he steered the carriage to the side.

At that moment, the horse was tilting and the carriage was falling, and the heavy sword pierced his head, but the first thing to be hit was no longer the roof of the carriage, but the window!

“call……”

The wind blows.

The upward car curtain was slightly lifted.

Hongniang’s beautiful eyes immediately widened, and she grasped the golden beads and pushed the picture inward with all her might, determined to reveal the true appearance of the young man in the carriage.

I can’t see clearly!
I can’t even see the front face!

When the car curtain was lifted by the wind, only a fair side face was revealed, but it only reached the lips and the tip of the nose, not even the eyes were exposed.

“It’s beautiful…”

Hongniang’s heart moved, and she was about to sigh that the young man in the carriage did not disappoint her.

The carriage curtains suddenly pleated outwards.

Then a big hand stretched out, and two fingers formed a sword seal, and gently pointed from bottom to top at the heavy sword formed by the power of the god of death.

“boom!”

Despite the collision of such brutal forces and the sweeping of the void force waves, the Xianggui carriage did not fall apart.

The matchmaker is almost too busy to handle it.

One eye was fixed on the shaking car curtain.

One eye was watching the confrontation between the sword finger and the heavy sword.

The spiritual consciousness also needs to control the golden apricot picture to not deviate, and lock the key point…

“impossible!”

The Void Evil Ghost screamed again.

It held the sword and endured dozens or even hundreds of blows from the black chicken, but it was unable to move the sword of death down even a little bit.

The man in the car was actually stronger than the chicken holding the sword!
He only had two fingers, and he didn’t even use his spiritual essence or ancestral power, but he was able to resist the sword of death that had been accumulating power for so long with just his flesh!

“What body is this?”

“Absolutely not!”

The single-wheeled station and the wobbly carriage seemed like a collapsing building, but they stood firm.

“Nothing is impossible. All miscalculations are beyond your vision.”

“In other words, you are just a frog in a well.”

The sick young master’s sarcasm came from the carriage. After a pause, his voice became a little cold, and he suddenly shouted:

“Name: Ten-segment Sword Finger.”

The power surged, and the image of Jin Xing suddenly became blurred.

A clear liquid like water suddenly flowed out from the young man’s sword finger, wrapped around his two fingers, and finally emitted a faint light.

“boom!”

The faint light turned into sword light.

The sword light went straight out from the Sword of Death, ripped open the body of the evil ghost, and pierced into the sky without any hindrance, leaving a mark of frost.