I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1946

Chapter 1822: Crazy

Chapter 1822: The rebellious
Eight Lords calmed down, with strange expressions on their faces, as if they were intimidated by Cheng Xie.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone is waiting for a fierce battle on the kendo throne where every sword will draw blood.

I didn’t expect that I wouldn’t see Xiao Wanfeng make another move, but instead I would see the extremely arrogant Ba Zun’an. This trip was really worthwhile.

only……

“Why is it so quiet?”

Ba Zun’an’s sudden silence made people feel uneasy.

Isn’t he a character who bullies the weak and fears the strong? Once Cheng Xie becomes tough, he becomes soft.

But it is obvious that even though this Ba Zun An is somewhat fake, his way of thinking is very Ba Zun An. He is not retreating, but thinking about some weird things.

“Ten breaths…”

Madai Bazunan raised his head again and looked at Cheng Xie, but he opened his mouth to say half a sentence and swallowed the rest back.

“One sword…”

He changed his words, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Cheng Xie was quite contemptuous, and he said no more in the end.

ridicule!

Blatant mockery!

Cheng Xie could see that this guy was just imitating Ba Zun’an and using some of his inherent flirtatious ways of speaking.

But his expression and his eyes actually gave people the feeling that he couldn’t even hold out for ten breaths, or even block a sword.

Just as Cheng Xie was about to open his mouth, the Eight Masters opposite him seemed to have found his way of targeting him, and he spoke firmly:
“Last words.”

Who can tolerate this?

Cheng Xie raised his sword, his sword intent surging, and rushed out:
“How dare you humiliate me?”

…

Wow!
The world suddenly slowed down.

Cheng Xie saw a headless corpse wearing familiar clothes, floating in front of him as if it was weightless.

His hands were limp and his feet were flying, as if his head had been cut off by a huge force, and his lower body was thrown upside down.

The blood flowers reflected the snowflakes.

The setting sun shone on the faces of the people around, making their horrified faces look even more hideous.

After a brief moment of shock, Cheng Xie felt a sharp pain from somewhere.

Maybe it’s the neck, maybe it’s the brain, maybe it’s the lower body that’s still connected…

He finally reacted.

That familiar headless corpse is his own!

“No–“

…

“What?”

The spectators around the tavern were so frightened that they all retreated.

No one saw clearly when Madai Bazun made his move, but the sword had already swept through the air and easily tore off Cheng Xie’s neck.

Its momentum did not diminish, and it continued to cut backwards.

Broken tiles, cracked eaves, and dilapidated buildings instantly cut through the south-facing streets of Fusang, eventually tearing through the city wall and disappearing into the dense forest outside the city.

“this……”

Li You, who was watching the battle from behind, had eyes full of surprise and disbelief.

This time she stared very closely.

She just wanted to see how she had been tricked just now.

But Ba Zun’an’s attack came without any warning. Even if she was on guard, she didn’t know when she stepped into the trap of his magic sword technique and was eventually trapped in it.

“Really dead?”

Cheng Xie’s head and body were separated, and only then did the two needles in his sleeves fly out. His combat awareness was completely on a different level.

After the two needles flew out, they did not attack, but were easily caught by the eight masters’ fingers.

Immediately, with a flick of the trigger, the double-needle sword sang.

Ba Zun’an then hid the pair of famous swords in his sleeves.

“Or is it the magic sword technique?”

Li You stared at Cheng Xie’s body that fell heavily to the ground, still unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.

She is a half-saint.

She couldn’t figure out what was going on.

The spectators around were even more shocked and their faces were filled with confusion.

What a good Cheng Xie…

We have just decided to fight…

Shouldn’t this be a life-and-death fight between ancient sword cultivators? How come the battle ended right after it started?
“One move?”

This isn’t even a move, is it?

If the eight masters didn’t give him a chance, Cheng Xie wouldn’t even be able to fart from beginning to end?
Bang!
Cheng Xie’s head fell to the ground.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder in the sky above Fusang.

Then, dark clouds gathered, strong winds blew, and a holy might came from the sky, accompanied by an extremely angry roar:

“who?”

“Whoever dares to kill my grandson Cheng Xie, I will bring him to justice no matter where he is!”

Half Saint!

Everyone looked up at the sky.

But the clouds in the sky changed color and merged into a huge face of an old man with flying hair and beard and angry eyes.

The face of the semi-saint flashed by, and soon an old man in a green robe appeared in the air.

“The half-saint of the Cheng family, Cheng Caizhi!”

Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu murmured softly, his face showing a strange look.

In other words, Cheng Caizhi has always been nearby and has always been concerned about Cheng Xie’s life safety.

This is true. After all, Cheng Xie was going out with the famous sword that the Cheng family had protected for decades. Perhaps his original intention was to test whether the trend of the Saint Slave Sword Collection had passed.

Unexpectedly, the sack-handled Eight Masters attacked so quickly that even Cheng Caizhi couldn’t react, and beheaded Cheng Xie with one blow.

“Soul-calling technique, soul returns!”

Semi-saint Cheng Caizhi stood in the air, formed a seal with his hands, and slapped down with one palm, and a faint green light shot out.

There were screaming sounds of evil spirits in Fusang City.

Soon, the crystal soul fragments gathered together.

Cheng Xie’s remaining soul was collected and pieced together, barely transforming into a human form.

“Grandpa Cheng!”

He came back to life, screaming in terror, and tried desperately to escape from there.

He didn’t even dare to look at the sack-bag Ba Zun An for even longer, and didn’t even mention his hidden sword and double needles. The only thing he wanted at this moment was to stay alive.

“My grandson, come quickly. Today, this saint is here, and no one can kill you!”

Cheng Xie is not good at ghost swordsmanship.

If Cheng Caizhi hadn’t been paying attention to this wave, his beloved grandson would have really died here today.

But now that Cheng Caizhi is here, it’s time to end this absurd battle…

“Point.”

Ba Zun’an carried a sack on one hand and pointed a finger into the air with a cold voice, interrupting everyone’s confused thoughts.

The pupils of Semi-Saint Cheng Caizhi suddenly dilated.

The remaining soul of his grandson flew towards where he was, and there was only a distance of several feet between him and Cheng Xie.

One step away, life or death.

“But the soul.”

A faint light flashed from the tip of Ba Zun’an’s finger, and before Cheng Caizhi could make a move, he flew through the air and pierced the head of Cheng Xie’s remaining soul.

Boom!
At this moment, not only the semi-saint Cheng Caizhi but also the countless spectators who were watching the battle had their hearts stopped beating.

Everyone watched as Cheng Caizhi hastily reached forward to embrace him, but what he got back with his hands were only the shattered soul fragments of his grandson Cheng Xie.

As crystal clear as quicksand, it shatters into pieces.

It turns into nothingness between the elbows, wrists and fingers.

In front of his grandfather, he completely killed his grandson…

“How dare you?!”

When the earth-shattering roar exploded at Fusang, everyone realized that the Sword Immortal did not come for the decisive battle, and Fusang might have to start another holy war.

“Damn it! Damn it! Ah——”

Cheng Caizhi’s eyes were red with anger as he watched his grandson die tragically in front of him. This was more painful than killing him.

He could no longer suppress his murderous intent, and turned to the extremely sloppy and imageless eight-fingered cripple on the ground, and shouted in disbelief:

“Who are you?”

This person is definitely not Ba Zun’an. Ba Zun’an is in Lingyu Mountain.

Outsiders couldn’t see clearly, but when he swept his semi-saint thoughts over, he could see that Lingyu Mountain, the origin of the sword thoughts, could be no outsider except the Eight Masters.

So this person must be a fake!
But how could a fake person dare to challenge the Cheng family?
And how could he dare to kill the remaining soul of his grandson Cheng Xie with one finger in front of the half-saint Cheng Caizhi?
“Who are you?!” Cheng Caizhi roared angrily, repeating this question without thinking, unable to figure out what the current situation was.

The people of Fusang were in panic.

Everyone retreated far away from the tavern.

Some even retreated outside the city, feeling that the aftermath of the upcoming battle would kill all the spectators.

But when he looked at the sloppy uncle on the ground, he saw that he was calm and composed, and remained unmoved under the pressure of the semi-saint. He just chuckled and said slowly:
“My name is Ba Zun’an.”

Fusang is empty, but its name is well-known.

Even Xiao Wanfeng felt his scalp tingling after hearing this.

He was proud of his own extraordinary abilities, but after all, he was dozens of times younger than these old monsters. At Xuan Cang’s urging, he also moved away from the front battlefield.

Sack Ba Zun’an raised his eyes to the sky, stared at Cheng Caizhi for a long time, shook his head and smiled:
“You are not enough.”

“I’ll give you ten breaths. Call all the people you can. After ten breaths, I’ll take action.”

Isn’t this the Eighth Lord?
This arrogant and rebellious person has no respect for the Half Saint. If he is not the Eighth Lord, who dares to call himself the Eighth Lord?

At this point, the counterfeit goods should exit calmly.

Where does this person get his confidence from? Beating a half-saint is not enough, and he also wants Cheng Caizhi to call for help?
“Bluffing?” Someone murmured in surprise.

But he poured cold water on the person beside him with one word: “You also want to try bluffing in front of the semi-saint?”

Cheng Caizhi’s lungs hurt from the anger.

But isn’t it said that human nature is mean, bullying the weak and fearing the strong?
When this fake Eight Lords dared to stand so hard, Cheng Caizhi even wondered if he was dazzled.

Is this actually a genuine product and not a replica?

He couldn’t afford to gamble, so he took out his token and crushed it with a snap. Veins in the corners of his eyes throbbed wildly, and he pointed at the people below and shouted repeatedly:
“Ten breaths? Okay, ten breaths! You wait for this Saint!”

Scared!

Everyone was amazed.

A half-saint was really frightened by just one word.

Should we say that the Cheng family’s half-saint is too weak, or that the title of the Eighth Sword Immortal is too strong, and anyone who takes on the title can perform miraculous effects?
It doesn’t take ten breaths.

Ma Dai Ba Zun An hadn’t even started counting down yet.

As soon as Cheng Caizhi’s token shattered, dark clouds gathered in the sky again, and immediately several semi-saint powers descended.

“Haha, Brother Cheng, why are you in the mood to have a drink with me?”

“Brother Cheng, I promised you that I would only help you once. Your Cheng family’s double needles are still there, so please don’t waste my favor.”

“Hehehe, Cheng Caizhi, are you ready for what I want?”

Three semi-saints!

Dark clouds were gathering over the city, and three figures were falling behind Cheng Caizhi.

One was a burly man with a gun, one was a graceful fairy in white, both of them were young, and the last one was a consumptive old man with sores on his face, who seemed to be the same age as Cheng Caizhi.

“Half-saint Dai Xiu, Half-saint Luo Hui, and a wandering man from the Southern Region, Half-saint Qing Gui.” Dan Saint Lu Shiyu recognized the identities of the saints at a glance.

This time it’s really going to be a good show.

The four saints suppressed the city and fought against the eight lords alone.

How real is this Eight Lords? Is he just pretending? What’s fake won’t be real, and what’s real won’t be fake. It’s time to show his true colors!
Everyone stood outside the battlefield.

It’s really fun to watch the fire from the other side of the river. I can’t wait for the two sides to start fighting right away.

In fact, everyone has a scale in their hearts, and roughly knows that the sack of eight masters is not the real eight masters, but with the four saints approaching, will he still dare to continue barking?
Countless eyes fell on the dilapidated tavern.

Everyone stared at the solitary figure, wanting to see how he would respond and survive after the excessive shouting.

Maybe it will be useful in the future?

Sack Ba Zun An was still holding his torn sack in one hand, and no one knew what was inside it. He was slightly hunched, as if he was suffocating under the pressure of the four saints.

Just when everyone thought he was going to kneel down and beg for mercy, this guy suddenly laughed loudly, looked up at the dark clouds that were covering the whole area, and chanted loudly with high spirits:
“Dark clouds are bullying the mulberry trees, and the great river is flowing westward.”

“When the moral principles are no longer in place, power is at the mercy of the ministers and slaves.”

“A bird with broken wings is not a vassal, and a sword is not a mortal body.”

“Bow with fear and trepidation? My heaven is too low!”

After chanting, he straightened his back, and his spirit was like a sword coming out of a crescent tree, one foot high into the sky. With his momentum alone, he could actually compete with the Four Saints!

“hiss……”

The snow in Fusang City is very cold.

But at this moment, the spectators gasped and felt truly chilled for the first time.

This guy!

This guy actually dared to shout!
They are the four semi-saints. Do they really think that everyone is their master? After changing their form, they can kill the Saint War Emperor, but the enemy ancestor is a god?
“I bow my head in fear? My heaven is too low…”

Xiao Wanfeng tightly grasped the Xuancang Sword, his body feeling a little hot.

Gu Qingsan bumped his second senior brother’s arm, and they looked at each other, each seeing the fanaticism flashing in the other’s eyes.

All the ancient sword practitioners in Fusang were filled with emotion. They whispered this sentence again and again, and they felt as if their bones were exploding and their pores were dilating.

It is true that this person is pretending to be one of the Eight Lords, but isn’t it moments like this and scenes like this that we, the ancient sword practitioners, seek throughout our lives?

At this moment, everyone understood Ma Dai Ba Zun’an’s thoughts:
For this moment that will surely be recorded in history, what’s the harm in dying?

“He is…”

High in the sky, after hearing these lofty words, Half Saint Dai Xiu looked back at the sloppy man on the ground with his sword drawn, and quickly thought of something.

His face was filled with doubt and soon turned pale and blue. He asked in disbelief:

“Brother Cheng, you asked me to wait here. Is the one we are going to fight the Eighth Sword Immortal?”

You might as well let me commit suicide at home!
Cheng Caizhi responded quickly: “It’s fake, this beast may have some strength, but it is definitely not one of the Eight Lords, otherwise why would this saint easily provoke him?”

“Indeed…” Half-Saint Luo Hui frowned slightly.

Which woman of that era had not had some interest in and fantasies about Ba Zun’an?
After thinking about it, she said firmly: “This poem was chanted by Ba Zun’an. It is in the White Cave Eight Palaces outside Tiansang City in the Eastern Heaven Realm of the Eastern Region…”

“Well, the same poem… He never recites it a second time…” At the end of the sentence, his voice was as soft as a mosquito.

The sickly old man, the Half-Saint Green Ghost, chuckled and winked, “You remember it so well, Fairy Luo Hui, you are very knowledgeable about the Eighth Sword Immortal?”

Luo Hui’s face turned red, but soon returned to normal. He turned around and glared at the Semi-Saint Green Ghost without saying anything.

Half-saint Dai Xiu narrowed his eyes and stared at the sloppy man with eight fingers and a scar on his neck on the ground for a long time without saying anything.

He had witnessed the battle of the Ten Thrones.

After that, I had nightmares day and night, and it was like ten mountains weighing on my heart. Even the canonization of sainthood was hard to resist. I really wanted to erase that memory!
Finally, Dai Xiu gritted his teeth, prepared himself mentally, grabbed the spear in his hand, pulled out, and shouted:
“Brother Cheng, wait a moment, let me meet this guy first!”