I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1944

Chapter 1820 Heart Rainbow

Even though the west city gate was very close to the tavern, surprisingly no one paid attention to what was happening there.

At this time, the guests in the tavern had all stood up and gathered in a group, surrounding Xiao Wanfeng and the three members of the Cheng family.

It’s like a circle has been formed.

“superior!”

After much consideration, Cheng Xie finally issued the order.

No one wanted to be the first to stand out, fearing Xuan Cang’s sharp edge, but Cheng Xie was not afraid.

The magic sword fell into Xiao Wanfeng’s hands, and no one dared to take it.

Once it falls into Cheng Xie’s hands, will these cowards dare to take it?

If they dare to do this, then when Cheng Xie summons a half-saint, will they still dare?
As the Eighth Sword Immortal said, “Anyone who fears me will retreat, and anyone who wants to fight me will be my opponent.”

Only with absolute self-confidence can one move forward courageously on the path of ancient swordsmanship – as an ancient swordsman, Cheng Xie understands this truth better than anyone else.

He is bound to be the first one to stand out today.

Not only does he want to be the boss, he also wants to make everyone in the audience retreat and not dare to challenge him, the Cheng family.

“Get started!”

After receiving the order from the young master, the two Taixu no longer had any intention of retreating.

The dividing line on the ground cut by Xiao Wanfeng was a joke in the eyes of the two of them at this moment.

If he really had the strength, the sword would not have hit the ground, but one of them.

Those who pretend to be mysterious are definitely strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

The Cheng family doesn’t bully the weak much, but they do do a lot.

This time, for the sake of the Divine Sword Xuan Cang, what’s the harm in losing face in front of the people of Fusang?
“Great Luoyun Finger!”

The two great Taixu leaped across the dividing line, one soaring into the air, the power of Taixu roaring, and condensed into a gray-white giant behind them.

The giant statue pointed a finger at the hole in the sky, and the wind and clouds rolled up, shaking the sky and the earth. The aftermath of its power caused the surrounding taverns and the earth to collapse.

“Leaf of Xiao Sheng!”

The other Taixu was floating in the air, with white leaves flying around his waist. He pinched one of them with his fingers and threw it at him with a cold look.

The leaves of the flute sound broke through the air and the area within a thousand miles suddenly became silent and everyone lost their hearing.

In the field of vision, the white blades like flying blades swirled and enlarged, as if they were going to cut through the souls and wills of everyone present.

“The Taixu invited by the Cheng family is very targeted.”

Outside the game, Dan Saint Lu Shi and Lian Ling Fengsheng did not know much about ancient sword cultivation, but they knew a lot about Lian Ling Taixu.

The Daluo Cloud Finger is used to kill the physical body, while the Xiao Sheng Yi Ye style is used to attack the spiritual mind, let alone the mere teenager Xiao Wanfeng.

Even if Taixu were to come, as long as he did not study the three aspects of body, spirit and mind at the same time, he would be exploited somewhere.

——But how many people in this world are proficient in the three paths of body, spirit and mind?

Xiao Wanfeng naturally couldn’t deal with it!
If a flaw was revealed somewhere in the three paths of body, spirit and mind, he would be met with a storm attack from the two great voids.

First tear open the wound, then sprinkle salt on it, keep sprinkling salt, sprinkle salt crazily – just seize a flaw and kill someone!
“But this method of taking advantage of one’s age and bullying the weak with the majority is really shameful, humph!”

The military saint Tie Dameng was a rough man who couldn’t stand two old men targeting a young boy.

What’s even more unacceptable is that the Cheng family, a family of ancient sword cultivators, not only wanted to seize the sword, but they didn’t even use the ancient etiquette of ancient sword cultivators to fight a fair battle for the Dao.

On the contrary, they adopted a shameless gang-beating tactic!

Lu Shiyu shook his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the three-foot-long sword in the boy’s hand:
“Everyone is afraid of a capsize in the gutter. That is the divine sword Xuancang. Once the golden dragon of luck that has lasted for thousands of years appears, not to mention Taixu, even a semi-saint will have to temporarily avoid the edge.”

“But that is Rao Yaoyao’s luck golden dragon!” Tie Dameng disagreed, “Even if Xiao Wanfeng can use it, how much strength will he have left? He can’t win at all!”

Lu Shiyu glanced at him, not knowing what Tie Dameng meant for a moment, and said with a smile: “It is precisely because of fear that Cheng Jia Taixu attacked with all his strength, right?”

Tie Dameng can’t speak and can’t express his feelings.

He was just a spectator, so he rolled his eyes and said nothing more: “Anyway, I can’t stand it. At the critical moment, I will take action!”

Lu Shiyu ignored him and pointed to the battlefield below, looking forward to it:

“It moved.”

…

Xiao Wanfeng moved.

When the two great voids broke through the air, he did not move.

When the two great Taixu crossed the dividing line, he tightened his grip, flipped the Xuan Cang sword, his eyes and brows turned cold, and his fighting spirit burst out.

“Xuan Cang, open!”

The sword chanted and Xuan Cang emitted a three-foot-long glow.

Xiao Wanfeng seemed to have become a different person. He went from being as gentle as jade and without any edges while hiding his sword to being as sharp as a sword out of its sheath.

He took a step forward.

“boom!”

The wind and snow are surging, and the sword’s spirit is high.

Cheng Xie took a look and almost couldn’t hold back his laughter, “Acquired Sword Intention?”

The acquired sword intent, the sword rings for a mile.

This is what laymen use to judge the level of sword intent of ancient sword practitioners.

Cheng Xie naturally couldn’t use it. As the king of kendo, he had already developed a pair of discerning eyes.

Everyone in the tavern also laughed out loud, thinking it was something awesome, but it turned out to be just a loud fart.

But soon, the smiles on everyone’s faces froze.

The sword intent around Xiao Wanfeng was rising, and it was just the beginning. Soon the sound of sword rang through ten miles, and Fusang moved slightly.

“The ten-mile sword rings, the innate sword intent!”

This was somewhat surprising. A mortal boy in his teens could cultivate the innate sword intent?
But in front of Taixu, the innate sword intent was useless!
“Wait!”

Not stopping yet!

In an instant, around the Fusang Tavern, the spirit swords of the people trembled, the famous swords were startled, and they all flew into the air, intending to return to the court.

“Ten thousand swords return to the sect, the master’s sword intention?”

With just one word “open”, Xiao Wanfeng’s mortal body was able to develop the sword intent of a master?

The four sons of the Sword Burial Tomb were walking towards them from a distance.

Everyone’s attention was focused on the only girl among the four, Gu Qingsi, who was about the same age as Xiao Wanfeng.

Gu Qingsi and Shou Ye were both born in Tiansang Ling Palace and were equally talented.

Half a year ago, she was also a master of swordsmanship, but she had her own teachers, who came from the ancient sword-cultivating family of the Su family, the spiritual sword cultivator Xiao Qixiu, and the sword burial tomb Wen Ting.

She had an introduction to the way of the sword, and someone had guided her from beginning to end.

Xiao Wanfeng is a wild man, but at this age, he can also cultivate the same master sword spirit?
Gu Qingyi can clearly sense that Xiao Wanfeng is more than that, turning his head to look at Su Qianqian, chuckled and said: “I’m afraid he is not weaker than you.”

Su Qianqian nodded, knowing that the senior brother took her feelings into consideration, and said without hesitation: “It is a bit more than that.”

Gu Qinger and Gu Qingsan looked solemn, but they didn’t think too much about it.

“Too much.”

“Too much.”

Seeing that the sword intent was still rising, Lu Shiyu looked surprised.

Even if you haven’t eaten pork, you have seen pigs run. He glanced at Tie Dameng and said, “Maybe you don’t need to do anything.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wanfeng’s black hair fluttered and his sword intent soared into the sky, unstoppable.

“Crack!”

The ground around him cracked and shattered by the sword intent.

The sharp-eyed took a quick look and found that the broken piece was a large circle about ten feet long. The cracks inside were not scattered, but seemed to have formed a complex pattern of order in chaos.

What is this?
Cheng Xie also noticed the cracked circle of the sword under Xiao Wanfeng’s feet. He could no longer laugh and his face was filled with horror.

“The sword secret array diagram?”

Specious and ambiguous.

If we say that the secret formation of Shou Ye’s sword is formed by the Tao, it is extremely bright and magnificent.

What was under Xiao Wanfeng’s feet was as insignificant as a firefly to the bright moon.

It is a physical crack in the ground, only about ten feet in radius, without even a trace of Taoism.

But, is it really not there?
The Dao rhyme was not formed by the cracks in the ground, but by Xiao Wanfeng’s body. At this time, Xiao Wanfeng’s sword intent was so strong that it could shake the sky without any obstacles.

“Kendo Throne!”

The people around the tavern cried out in horror.

Xuan Cang’s choice was not wrong. This sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was extremely talented and had already reached the realm of the Sword Throne!
What is the “Sword Throne”?
The lower limit of the Sword Throne is barely open, and it can be killed by the Sword Sect’s cross-level.

The upper limit is the Seven Sword Immortals, who are eligible to participate in the competition, win the unprecedented name, and be respected by the five domains.

If the upper limit is exceeded, the sword will open a mysterious door and kill a half-saint, shake the Saint Emperor, or conquer the ancestral god.

To put it bluntly, Shou Ye is also the throne of kendo!

Shouye’s fierce sword has four swords’ approval, Xiao Wanfeng’s divine sword Xuan Cang has acknowledged it, can these two be on par with each other?
“What a joke!”

Thinking of this, everyone’s face turned green.

Xiao Wanfeng might have some strength, but it was definitely not at the level of a “monster”.

His sword throne was at most not enough to qualify him as a candidate for the Seven Sword Immortals. Perhaps he was not even qualified as a candidate, after all, he was an unknown person.

“Oh, right…”

When I think of the name, I think of the Seven Swordsmen.

Everyone hurriedly looked towards Gu Qinger at the Sword Burial Tomb. He was the true leader of the new generation of ancient sword practitioners.

Gu Qinger’s expression was solemn, but only for a moment.

When he noticed someone’s eyes were looking at him, he nodded slightly, his eyes showing the approval of a superior to a subordinate, indicating a slight recognition of Xiao Wanfeng’s strength.

——The only thing missing was stroking his beard in an old-fashioned manner, but unfortunately Gu Qinger shaved his beard clean.

“call……”

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief and came to the conclusion:

Xiao Wanfeng has some stuff, but not much.

…

“Is it really not much?”

Outsiders’ feelings are those of outsiders.

After the two great Taixu watched him make his move, Xiao Wanfeng instantly leapt from a mortal to the throne of swordsmanship, comparable to the young master Cheng Xie.

If we talk about pressure, then there is no way there is none!
Ancient sword cultivation has no upper limit, and everyone in the world knows this. Moreover, the sword in this boy’s hand is called Xuan Cang!
“I hate you so much!”

Taixu’s attack was extremely fast, but it was just a little slower than Xiao Wanfeng’s sword drawing. When he was about to face him, he had already unsheathed his sword.

This tiny difference made the two elders very uncomfortable.

But after knowing that this boy was extraordinary, he wanted to increase the intensity of his attack, but a calm voice came to the ears of the two elders:
“Heart Sword Art·Heart Lake.”

Xiao Wanfeng did not wield the sword but instead held it in front of his chest and stabbed it lightly downwards.

Wow!
Sword waves rippled across the ground, lifting heavy objects with ease, quietly enveloping all the people around.

The two elders Taixu’s faces changed and they became panic-stricken.

The scene before their eyes changed. It was no longer Fusang City or a tavern, but a clear lake.

There is no sky, no earth, no flowers, and no grass.

Everything in this world was wiped out. The two old men stood on the lake. There was nothing else around them except the lake of their hearts.

They can move if they want to, but they can’t get out.

They attacked, causing ripples in their hearts, but the ripples died down, and there was no effect.

The two elders looked at each other and saw the panic in each other’s eyes: It’s over, this kid’s cultivation at the level of mind is higher than ours!
“This is…”

Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu showed a look of surprise.

He was also brought into the lake of his heart, and he could no longer see the scenery of Fusang, and he stood on the waves of the lake.

But unlike the two Taixu elders who were in the battle, he could see other people, he could see Tie Dameng, Taoist Shangfeng, and the many spectators in the tavern.

——Only Xiao Wanfeng is missing!

“What is that? How did I get in here? Phantom swordsmanship?”

Tie Da was frightened and ripples appeared under his feet, but as soon as the ripples appeared, they disappeared, and it seemed that his strength was swallowed up by the lake in his heart.

The spectators in the tavern were also panicking, and their faces were anxious:
“Oh my God, what kind of mind sword technique has this kind of imagery?”

“I’m just a spectator, don’t include me in the fight, I don’t want to die!”

“Look, the Pill Saint, the Military Saint, and the Formation Saint are here too. The Half-Saints have all been brought in. Is Xiao Wanfeng going to kill a Saint?”

“The Cheng family is too empty and not moving. What’s going on?”

The lake of my heart was rippling frequently, and waves were rising amid the discussions, but soon all the waves disappeared, swallowed up by the lake of my heart.

The two Taixu in the battle were like puppets, as if they were in another world of the heart.

They may have made some movements and performances, but what they showed in the hearts of the spectators was just “nothing” – no action at all!
“Is this the swordsmanship of the heart?”

Su Qianqian entered the sword tomb late and had only practiced for half a year. She had never seen such a sword technique before, so she immediately turned to look at her third senior brother.

She only knew that the art of swordsmanship was divided into two realms: the present realm of gods and Buddhas, and the realm of Prajna.

Xiao Wanfeng has never used the sword technique of the heart.

His swordsmanship of the mind does not seem to be within these two realms. Is he taking a different approach?

The third brother looked at the second brother.

The second brother looked at the eldest brother.

Senior Brother Gu Qing looked serious and whispered, “The ancient sword art is divided into nine sword techniques, eighteen sword styles, and three thousand sword arts.”

Gu Qing of the Sword Burial Tomb spoke one by one, and everyone in the audience looked at him, including the Semi-Saint and Cheng Xie, who came from an ancient sword cultivator family but was also confused about this sword.

“The Three Thousand Sword Paths are the foundation, and are the ‘sand’ that makes a tower. If you practice the Three Thousand Sword Paths and feel something, you can advance to the Dao and practice skills, and choose to practice the sword style.”

“Among the Eighteen Sword Styles, the Heart Sword Technique possesses two: the present gods and Buddhas, and Prajna. If you understand these two, you can further cultivate your mind, enter the Dao with your mind, open up the mysteries of the sword, and be deified and called the ancestor.”

“The word ‘Tao’ in kendo is one, the sword style is two, and the ‘Tao of the Heart’ in the heart sword technique is to see the mountain as a mountain, see the mountain not as a mountain, see the mountain as the back of the mountain, and return to the original simplicity. ‘Three’ – this is the real ‘Ancient Sword Way’.”

At this point, Gu Qing uttered a bitter sound, somewhat incredulous:

“Master said that because it is difficult to practice the ‘Way of the Heart’ directly, the Eighteen Sword Flows and Three Thousand Sword Paths were derived to facilitate the practice of ancient swordsmanship.”

“This is just like the difficulty of practicing the spiritual path, so you must first master the power of the innate attributes, master the spiritual skills and holy martial arts, and then you can be deified and called an ancestor.”

“But if there are people with extraordinary talent, they can completely skip this step, skip the path of ‘using Tao to enter skills, and using skills to enter Tao’, and directly enter Tao with the heart.”

“Xiao Wanfeng, you are taking the third step, which is to return to your original nature.”

Everyone was confused when hearing this, but the ancient sword practitioner Cheng Xie’s feet suddenly exploded, splashing water and almost falling into the heart lake.

Su Qianqian also felt ripples under her body, and asked in surprise: “He doesn’t practice swordsmanship or sword style, but only sword skills?”

Gu Qingyi shook his head: “Of course I have practiced it, but I have reached the level where I can directly use the Heart Sword Technique. I don’t need auxiliary means such as the Sword Path and Sword Flow anymore.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience burst into an uproar.

Even the Alchemy Saint Lu Shiyu and the Military Saint Tie Dameng understood that Xiao Wanfeng was on the third floor. This young man was so terrifying!
The lake in his heart was in turmoil.

The waves subsided.

Until this moment, Xiao Wanfeng on the battlefield appeared above the Heart Lake. Facing the two Taixu who were controlled by the Heart Lake, he did not draw his sword.

On the contrary, he slowly put Xuan Cang back into the sheath.

“Heart Sword Art: Guilan.”

Wow!
The image of the heart lake disappeared.

Everyone seemed to have returned from a dream, back to Fusang, and back to the area surrounding the tavern.

However, the two great Taixu in the air froze, their attacks just now disappearing due to their loss of concentration, and blood was oozing from their seven orifices, clearly suffering from the backlash of their out-of-control spiritual skills.

The two elders’ eyes were dull, their minds were completely lost, and their spirits seemed to be taken away by someone, and went to…

Everyone turned and looked at Xiao Wanfeng.

Xiao Wanfeng held the scabbard at his waist, and Xuan Cang hid deep in the sheath. He seemed calm, but in fact his hands and feet were shaking.

But he was not shaking because of panic or nervousness!
It was because Xuan Cang was sheathed at this time, and there was not only Xuan Cang in the sheath, but also a terrifying power that moved people, as if it had the power of a semi-saint!

“Gui Lan…”

Someone thought of the ripples that had just appeared and disappeared in the lake of his heart.

Su Qianqian looked at the senior brother. Gu Qing nodded slightly and said thoughtfully: “He has concealed the ’emotional waves’ of everyone in his heart just now, including the semi-saint…”

Is this the Heart Sword Technique?
Cheng Xie has already realized that something is wrong. Does this also include the Hidden Sword Technique?

He guessed it right!

Xiao Wanfeng knows more than just the sword technique.

But what kind of sword-hiding technique can hide the waves of the heart lake of a semi-saint and turn the invisible power into visible power? This involves the sword-free technique and the sword flow, right?
And what kind of sword-hiding technique can forcibly plunder the power of the heart lake from others? This involves the sword-loving technique of the world, right?
“This Xiao Wanfeng…”

Cheng Xie’s face turned pale and his lips trembled.

It seemed that Xiao Wanfeng knew more than he had imagined, and he used ancient sword techniques that he had never seen before!

“not good!”

He suddenly realized something and shouted, “Cheng Zhong! Cheng Qi! Wake up!”

With this loud shout, the two old men in the air woke up as if from a dream. Their bodies trembled and the light in their eyes returned.

But it hasn’t moved yet.

Xiao Wanfeng closed his eyes, and there were whispers all around him:

“The waves are as smooth as a mirror, and the rays of light are as bright as silk.”

“A startling rainbow spit out, and the moonlight flows like hail.”

The heart lake reappears, encircles everyone, and then disappears again.

“Draw the sword, Heart Rainbow!”

Everyone’s heart trembled, and they felt a flash before their eyes.

Xiao Wanfeng had already drawn his sword and slashed twice in succession, slashing the two Taixu who were in mid-air with horrified faces.

Puff! Puff!
The holy rainbow flew high, piercing through the clouds and piercing through the hearts of the two elders Taixu. Like a ghost, it took away all the spiritual light in their eyes and turned it into flowing moonlight, reflecting snowflakes and scattering in the sky.

Bang! Bang!
The two old men fell to the ground, creating a cloud of dust.

The body is clearly intact, without any missing parts, but it is like a zombie with no power or spirit left, without any life left. (End of this chapter)