I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1950

Chapter 1826 Invincible

Chapter 1826:
The snow in Invincible Fusang was very light, and it was not falling as fast as that in Yujing.

The spectators around the tavern were expecting a spectacular holy war.

Unexpectedly, the four saints of Cheng Caizhi howled a few times and then stopped in mid-air.

Those who didn’t know the truth might have thought that the four saints had suddenly lost their desire to fight.

Those who were a little perceptive immediately turned their attention to Ba Zun’an and found that he had put the sack on the ground at some point and put his hands into his sleeves.

“Everyone, help me count to dozens.” He suddenly turned his head and looked at the spectators outside the field with a smile.

“Eighth Master, the sword has been drawn…”

Some people looked at him with fear.

There is no doubt that the first one that the Four Saints were hit by was the magic sword technique of the “Eighth Sword Immortal”.

Whether this person’s identity is true is still debatable.

But it was a little too astonishing that his first silent sword could control the Four Saints.

“At least one must be at the level of an older generation sword immortal to be able to do this, right?”

While thinking about it and trying to figure out the purpose of the eight masters in the sack, the busybodies outside the venue began to help count:
“Ten!”

Although I don’t know what his intention is, I feel that he doesn’t really want to fight against the four saints alone and kill them all, right?
“Nine!”

The first voice appeared, and then someone spoke.

“eight!”

Soon, the enthusiasm of the spectators was aroused and they spoke out one after another.

“seven……”

The crowd counted quickly.

The speed at which the snow fell seemed to increase as well.

When he counted to “five”, Ba Zun An took a step forward with sword intent in his eyes.

With a loud bang, everyone’s ears sounded as if thunder had exploded, and in a trance they saw a scene of ten thrones gathered together in the boundless wilderness.

“This is……”

Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu’s pupils trembled.

Li You of the Yin Gui Sect also had his eyes wide open.

In the picture, several large “evil ghosts” were surrounding him, and the Eighth Sword Immortal in white also stepped out, and standing opposite him was…

“Cheng Sheng? Cheng Caizhi?”

“No, it’s Dai Xiu, the Half-Saint Dai Xiu!”

“I saw Fairy Luo, no, it was the Half-Saint Green Ghost?”

The person opposite had transformed into four, each of them was shaking like a sieve, as if they were under unspeakable terrifying pressure.

And that pressure clearly came from…

“Snow?”

Some people looked up at the sky.

When a person is in Fusang, his mind is on the wilderness.

The sky was filled with heavy snow, accompanied by the sound of singing and chanting, which made people feel breathless:
“In August, you pray for snow, but you will not get it.”

“In the dream, the flowers are intoxicated by the moon, and the pear branches are ready to be plucked.”

The sound is settled.

The snow fell like rain, rustling down.

Inside and outside the city, the earth was vibrating.

Ba Zun’an raised his sleeves and two needles flew out of his sleeves. At that time, the sound of sword chanting could be heard and pear trees several feet high sprouted up everywhere. It seemed like an illusion and they formed a forest. It was so beautiful that it was beyond words.

“three!”

The enthusiasm of the spectators in the countdown reached a climax.

When it came to the final moment, the snow weighed down the pear branches, and thousands of trees blossomed like flowers. The double needles of the hidden sword flew across the border, cutting through the sky and filling the sky with white.

“Crack!”

The first pear branch was broken by the heavy snow.

This was like triggering a chain reaction. Led by the double needles, the pear orchards all over the city and the pear trees on the mountains began to make crackling sounds.

The sound of broken branches came one after another, as if thousands of swords were breaking free from their restraints. Every snowflake was followed by a brilliant sword energy that shot out and soared into the sky.

“ah–“

Among the four saints, the first one who couldn’t hold on was the semi-saint Qing Gui from the Southern Region.

He was clearly standing high in the sky above Fusang, behind the Three Saints, and had not encountered anything yet.

He was clearly just surrounded by ten thrones in the wild mountains and ridges, and the double needles of the hidden swords only caused the snow to fly, and it seemed that they were not targeting him.

The semi-saint green ghost looked as if he had encountered some great terror, with tears and blood splashing from his eyes, and his blue and white face was full of hideousness.

“No! Don’t!”

“Mother, mother…don’t kill me, no–“

“Alan, no, no—”

He stretched out his hand as if to grab something, but his face was filled with fear and helplessness.

He was as crazy as a madman, with holy power surging and bombing everywhere, blowing Fusang City to pieces.

But there is no fixed target of attack, all attacks are aimless and venting.

He was trying to salvage something.

After venting his emotions, he could do nothing about the given past.

“one……”

The counting sound gradually became very low and weak.

The spectators were horrified. What had happened to the Half-Saint Green Ghost that even a Half-Saint couldn’t resist and became like this?
“His childhood?” Tie Dameng hesitated and looked at Dan Saint Lu Shiyu, who shook his head and said nothing.

It was the Formation Saint Shangfeng Taoist who spoke up: “Those who can cultivate to the level of a semi-saint in the Southern Region always have experienced many twists and turns, and they can’t stand the test of ‘heart test’ the most… I remember that Qing Gui had a rough childhood, youth, and adulthood. When he was forty-two years old, he had an epiphany, and then he started from the Grandmaster and overcame all difficulties, and finally became a saint…”

Tie Da Meng looked at the “Eighth Sword Immortal” with a click of his tongue, and said doubtfully, “This is a stab in the heart…”

Everyone has a past that is hard to look back on.

In this guy’s hands, he used the ten thrones that all the saints of the world feared to suppress him, and then magnified his inner fear, bringing up his unbearable past.

Every snowflake stirred up by the double needles of the hidden sword should be the most tragic past of the Half-Saint Green Ghost.

And now, he experienced it all over again!
“What a terrifying Ten Thousand Swords Technique…”

Gu Qingsan also practiced the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, but he had never tried to combine the Ten Thousand Swords Technique with the Illusion Sword Technique and the Heart Sword Technique.

What is the origin of this Eight Lords?
The fusion of various realms is like an antelope hanging its horns. The true eighth sword immortal has arrived, and this is the best description, right?
…

The snow falls with sound.

That was the sound of the pear tree cracking.

Every snowflake that hit Dai Xiu in Fusang City was like cotton falling on a mountain, but the mountain remained motionless.

But when the snowflakes stirred up by the double needles of the hidden sword flew through the wilderness, Dai Xiu’s semi-saint defense was as thin as paper.

He was actually hit by the snowflakes flying all over the sky, and his body was full of holes and bruises.

“No–“

As soon as the countdown of ten numbers in Fusang City ended, Dai Xiu could no longer suppress the trembling in his heart.

He tried hard to calm down his past self.

However, the mental tribulation that he had suppressed with all kinds of means during the holy tribulation at that time was easily lured out at this moment when he was completely unprepared.

The first time I went astray due to my innate desire to attain enlightenment…

At the age of twenty, I still can’t overcome the temptation of love in the secular world, but I can’t suppress my self-restraint…

The Half Saint Ruins thought they had seized the opportunity, but in the end they were almost possessed by the Half Saint monster. The confrontation lasted for thirteen years…

Small and big.

It is superficial and fatal.

As the snowflakes pierced through his body, like a sharp sword piercing his mind, all his past events came flooding back!
In an instant, Dai Xiu was tortured into a green man, his entire face green to purple, nauseous and ready to vomit.

But he is not the Half-Saint Green Ghost.

His past was still acceptable and everything was still on the right track.

At least every time in the past, he successfully overcame the hardships and even defeated himself.

This time…

“This time, too!”

The sea of his heart roared, and Dai Xiu found himself again.

He looked at the ten thrones in front of him, and each of them was false – I can defeat them!
He looked at the eight statues in front of him, and the eight statues were also not real – I will defeat them!
The strong self-confidence of the semi-saint helped him break free from the predicament and was about to be reborn from the ashes. Dai Xiuzhi held the gun and chopped it down with one gun, dissolving the sword path around him.

“Wow!”

During the Fusang Week, everyone was shocked.

The first one!
Among the four saints, Dai Xiu was the first and only one who could suddenly move and break free from the shackles.

Dan Saint Lu Shiyu showed a look of shock, and Li You of the Yin Gui Sect was even more surprised. Dai Xiu was completely unaware and was only focused on the present.

“Yes, it’s all fake!”

“These are just the second world, just his tricks!”

The semi-saint status was sacrificed, and the holy power bloomed magnificently.

Even though his body was covered in blood, Dai Xiu did not look back, and rushed forward with his gun, aiming directly at the fake Eight Lords, whose momentum seemed to have weakened a little after that move!
“Buzz…”

At this moment, the scenes all around were shattered.

The ten thrones turned into ashes and disappeared.

Dai Xiu found himself back in Fusang City, and his holy thoughts swept across the other three saints around him.

The semi-saint green ghost screamed in strange voices, covered his head and ran away in a miserable state. No one knew what he had gone through.

Semi-saint Cheng Caizhi felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His hands and feet were trembling, his eyes were vague, and he had no idea what he had been through.

Half-Saint Luo Hui closed his thighs tightly, pursed his lower lips, and had a flushed face. No one knew what he had experienced.

“They couldn’t break free, so why can I?”

“Or is it that only my escape this time was fake?”

His thoughts were like a swaying boat. When this thought flashed through his mind, his confidence was lost and Dai Xiu suddenly realized that something was wrong.

As expected, the predicament of the ten thrones came again like a nightmare.

Dai Xiu stopped again.

What he saw was that after the eight masters struck with their swords, they moved forward again.

With the same calmness and ease, and the same leisurely stroll in the garden, he made the choice for himself, and with a pointed gesture, a sword light came from the east.

At that time, the snow had all gone, and between heaven and earth, there was a golden light, accompanied by a faint song:
“There is a great Buddha hidden in the world…”

…

“Why am I so desperate?”

The pressure is too great!

It’s really too big!
This “one poem, one sword, one sword, one song” may be acceptable to anyone who has never fought in person or participated in the battle for the Ten Thrones, but only heard the legend.

Dai Xiu is not!

When the chanting sounded again, in an instant, his short and glorious life passed through his mind.

Compared with the reputation of the Eighth Sword Immortal, he is not even worth a speck of dust.

Dai Xiu suddenly woke up. He was not the protagonist of this battle, but Cheng Caizhi!
He was only invited here to try his hand. Why would he fight to this extent for Cheng Caizhi? He actually wanted to test the sharpness of the Eighth Sword Immortal – regardless of whether he was the Eighth Sword Immortal or not.

“I’m crazy!”

Once the thought of retreat arises, it is like a flood breaking through a dam, and it is impossible to stop it.

Dai Xiu even gave up his desire to fight, put away his spear, sacrificed a little holy blood, and chose without hesitation…

“Blood Escape!”

…

“Blood Escape: Retreat from Heaven!”

“Blood Escape: Snow Falls Back!”

“Forbidden: Nine Ghosts Moving the Gods!”

Cheng Caizhi was awakened from his nightmare by the continuous sounds.

He was stunned, and with a sweep of his holy thoughts, he saw that the three saints in front of and behind him had no idea what they had been through, and their faces were as pale as paper.

One by one, some vomited blood, some offered holy blood, and the semi-saint green ghosts even gave up their bodies…

Actually, they are on the run!
“Three of you!?”

Cheng Caizhi’s eyes almost popped out.

He had just endured torture in the Pear Garden and had just managed to break free. He was still thinking of joining forces with the Three Saints to attack back together.

Who would have thought that these three saints were so frightened that they actually chose to retreat when faced with just the fake Eight Lords.

If you guys retreat and I’m left alone, how am I supposed to fight?
That’s the Eight Lords!

No, that’s not the Eight Lords…

No, if he was not one of the Eight Saints, how could he scare the three saints to death…

“Buzz!”

Fusang disappears and dreams return.

Cheng Caizhi once again returned to the desolate mountains and wilderness, but this time he was not an outside spectator.

He was not beside the scholar.

He was the center of attention, shouldering all the pressure that the Four Saints should have shared, and alone faced the Eighth Sword Immortal who composes poems and swords, and sings songs with his swords!

“There is a great Buddha hidden in the world, and there is a great Buddha standing in the heart.”

“A sword comes from the east, and everything goes to the west.”

As the dazzling Buddha light shone, the Eighth Sword Immortal had already made his choice, and with a single move, he summoned… Qing Ju!
The sky was one foot high and there were eight masters, who dared to take on half of Qing Ju?

This time, what he was facing was not just half a sword, but the Eighth Sword Immortal in his prime, Qingju’s entire sword!

“Big Buddha… cut!”

When the sword light came slashing down, Cheng Cai’s heart trembled.

I wanted to stand up, but my legs and feet were weak;
I tried to resist, but my whole body was weak.

There is more than one Big Buddha in his mind – ten of them could be as big as a mountain, and more than half of the saints in the five domains were no match for them, not to mention the various remarks made by the Saint Emperor and the Ancestral God in the past six months.

He watched helplessly as the sword light continued to grow larger while he continued to shrink. The Eight Lords continued to grow larger while he continued to shrink. The world continued to grow larger while he continued to shrink…

He raised his hands high in front of his face, trying to block out the bright golden light in the sky. He was like a child facing the sky, the only resistance he could offer was that he had no way to resist.

“No–“

…

Fusang City.

The pear trees are dead.

Ba Zunnan retracted the two needles into his sleeves, put two fingers together, and lightly chopped in the air.

“Big Buddha Slash?!”

Lu Shiyu had seen this move that made the Eight Masters famous!

Li You had originally been certain that this person was not one of the Eight Lords, but this time, he was shaken again.

Gou Wuyue stared at the sword, a little distracted…

What everyone in the tavern was looking at was not the reactions of the saints, but the only half-saint who was still standing in the center of the battlefield except for the deserters!

Half Saint, Cheng Caizhi!

But he is not a brave man.

He seemed unable to run away, and he closed his eyes tightly. After the golden light shone on Fusang, a hundred thousand mountains grew on his back.

Even though the mountain was just an illusion, it still crushed Cheng Caizhi to the ground.

“brush!”

The big Buddha was slashed, and the sword flashed.

The hundred thousand mountains behind Cheng Caizhi collapsed completely.

His entire body seemed to be emptied and cut into pieces in an instant. After his body shook violently, the spiritual bead that protected his body shattered and he fell to the ground with a bang.

“Dead?”

The spectators in the tavern jumped up in fright.

One sword, kill the saint?

“No, not dead yet, just…”

Cheng Caizhi was indeed still alive, but he was breathing in more than out. He was lying on the ground and couldn’t get up at all. In the end, he even foamed at the mouth.

This is more painful than death!
A dignified half-saint was chopped down by a sword and left to spit on the ground?
“He, he must be the eighth sword immortal…”

The Great Buddha Slash is the standard equipment of the Eighth Sword Immortal. It is the skill that made him famous in the battle of the Ten Thrones and it is a glory that cannot be replicated.

Everyone looked at the eight figures on the other side.

The sloppy and untidy fellow, with an expression as nonchalant as if he had just crushed an ant, bent down easily and picked up his torn sack.

He looked at everyone, and the corners of his lips lifted up slightly, but were quickly suppressed.

He looked back at Cheng Caizhi, who was about to die like an old dog, and stared at him for a long time. He laughed and said:

“I will use my sword to kill the gods and Buddhas in your heart. I hope you’re alright… uh.”

He suddenly seemed to be choked by his saliva, his eyes drifted to the other side, and then he became evasive.

Someone noticed it and looked over.

Then I saw that Gou Wu Yue’s face was as black as charcoal and so gloomy that it seemed as if ink was about to drip out.

“cough.”

Ba Zun’an cleared his throat, smiled with a fake smile, walked slowly over to Cheng Caizhi, put one hand behind his waist, and changed his words lightly:

“If you want to make my name known, you still need 70% of your effort.”

“Gentlemen, let us encourage each other.”