Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Seeing this, Fan Jian raised his hand immediately, and a sword energy blocked the fireball like a rainbow.

Immediately, a burst of energy dispersed in ten directions exploded in the sky, and the strong wind caused pain on everyone's faces.

However, before the wave was over, there were several rumbling sounds, and seven or eight fireballs fell from the sky. Fan Jian drew out his sword again and again, and finally stopped them all.

At this moment, I saw a figure jumping up and down with a very strange movement technique, stepping on Fan Jian.

It's the horseman!

Fan Jian frowned and raised his hand to parry.

However, the horse just stepped on him, jumped behind him, and kicked at a great monk of Sakyamuni.

Seeing this, the great monk immediately shouted:
"Good time! Look at my deer king fighting!"

As soon as the words fell, the two collided together, and the horseman flew upside down immediately, his hooves were broken, and he fell to the ground.

And the great monk was no better than him, his golden body was broken with that kick.

His arms were also broken and fractured by the kick. He took a few steps back and knelt down on the ground with his hands hanging down.

Fan Jian was shocked when he saw this.

Shakyamuni's Wei Tuo golden body skills are extremely powerful, and if he wants to kick the golden body to pieces, unless his strength is far superior to them.

Could it be that the strength of this special unit is much stronger?
Fan Jian raised his eyes and saw the chariot soldier rushing left and right among the crowd.

With the saber energy rampant, although it is not fatal, it also makes everyone quite scrupulous.

The artillerymen continued to shoot fireballs to attack the auxiliary personnel behind. If there were no saints blocking them repeatedly, casualties would inevitably occur.

At this time, everyone was entangled by the spear soldier, and they had no way of attacking the special soldier.

At this moment, Fan Jian Muran saw where Na Yan Xianji was standing.

There are dozens of special arms protecting the left and right sides, which looks like the place where the generals in chess stand.

"Senior Brother Lou, Senior Brother Yun, help stop the fireball fired by the artillery."

Fan Jian said loudly when he saw this.

"Gu Yun, come forward with me, capture the thief first and capture the king first!"

Upon hearing the words, Gu Sheng immediately followed Fan Jian and rushed to the enemy's formation. He had just walked a few hundred steps when he saw Yan Xianji wave the flag and said in a deep voice:

"Flying elephant!"

I saw dozens of people flying out of the enemy formation, their bodies were wide and wide, blocking in front of the two of them like a human wall.

Before the two of them rushed in, they heard another group of people behind them holding a picture book and chanting loudly, and then hundreds of swords, lights and swords passed through the crowd and attacked the two, accompanied by gusts of wind, thunder and lightning, and raging fire. crushed ice.

Fan Jian was very upset.

Ye Qingqing was still fighting with those special units in the rear, and the rest of them were still working hard.

Moreover, after the addition of the three special units of chariots, horses and cannons, people among the crowd continued to be injured. If they did not break through, there would definitely be casualties.

He immediately stopped keeping his hand, raised his hand and waved it, and the momentum of the Lihuo sword immediately covered the silence.

Suddenly, a ten-foot-high flame blade was ignited in the panic, and then the fire veins waved with true energy, and the elephant soldier who was like a human wall was instantly torn open.

Seeing this, Gu Shengren took the opportunity to raise his hand and waved it. Chilian Tianluo condensed into a sword, waved and said:
"Primeval sword art, open up the land!"

On the sword condensed by the red yarn, a stream of sword energy turned into a hundred-foot sword edge.

Sweeping out, immediately chopped all the soldiers in the back row who were chanting mantras into pieces.

The two rushed towards Yan Xianji again.

When the distance was only a dozen steps away, the two people beside Yan Xian jumped out suddenly and stopped in front of them.

I saw that the two were nearly five feet tall, and standing in front of Fan Jian and the other was like a hill.

Muscles all over his body were knotted, and two steel claws were tightly grasped in his hands, which gave off a cold light with a slight shake.

Yan Xianji said with a smile:

"Scholars are dead! If you want a general, you have to ask these two dead soldiers of mine first!"

Fan Jian frowned, and said in a deep voice:
"Gu Yun, one person, one person, solve it quickly, they can't hold it anymore!"

Gu Shengren nodded, raised her hand, and swung the sword straight, sweeping at the dead man.

The sword energy was rampant, and it came to the dead man in the blink of an eye.

But seeing that the dead man was not moved at all, he stood up and swung his fist, smashing the sword energy immediately, but he was not injured.

Fan Jian was taken aback when he saw this.

Gu Shengren is now a third-rank saint, and the sword energy of the ancient sword art is not weak, but he was blown to pieces by this dead man?
Could it be that the strength of this dead man has reached that of a saint?

Just as he was thinking, he saw the dead man he was facing approaching quickly and punched Fan Jian down.

Fan Jian didn't dare to fight recklessly, he stepped on the Nine-Nine God Palace Steps and walked around him, swaying a sword energy casually.

Seeing the dead man's body kick, the sword energy scattered away without any suspense.

Without triggering a vulnerability attack, at least one rank is higher than myself.

Seeing this, Fan Jian sneered, and the Lihuo sword and Zhenlei sword condensed.

The two swords paralleled each other, the qi went through the eight meridians, one sword was swung out, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Six voids and eight swords, fire up and thunder down, fire and thunder bite and close!"

I saw the sword energy of the two swords of fire and thunder entangled, the fire produced thunder, and the thunder produced fire. Under the strengthening of the eight channels, the momentum of the two swords continued to rise.

In an instant, the dead man was enveloped, and the magnificent sword energy turned that area into a field of flames and thunder.

After a while, the sword energy dissipated, and the dead man only had two pairs of legs left.

Looking at Gu Shengren's side again, the sword energy didn't work, and she immediately knew the scope of the dead man's strength.

Seeing the dead man throwing a punch, the red yarn immediately scattered, turning into a wall to block the punch, taking the opportunity to open the distance, the red yarn once again condensed into a sword, with a serious look on his face, and shouted in a deep voice: "Prime Ancient Sword Art, Mending the sky!" !"

I saw the sword light flickering, and the light followed the figure of Gu Shengren and approached instantly.

Slashing with the sword, a three-foot-long gash was drawn in front of the dead man, and Hong Sha also took the opportunity to stay in his body.

Afterwards, Gu Shengren pinched her sword fingers lightly, and the red yarn instantly burst out thousands of sword qi, and the dead man was instantly cut into hundreds of pieces.

At this time, there was no one around Yan Xianji.

Fan Jian turned his head to look at the battle of the crowd, although he was still struggling.

But after getting used to the rhythm of the battle, everyone started to fight back, and even the chariot soldier was beheaded by the little nun of Jialanyuan.

Seeing this, Fan Jian smiled and said to Yan Xianji:
"I'm a general, don't you send some people back to surround Wei and save Zhao?"

Yan Xianji immediately smiled and said:

"No, I don't need to save! If it was a normal chess game, I might have lost now, but since you chose to fight to the death, I'm sorry, my strength is too strong!"

As soon as the words fell, he saw him wave the flag, and a burst of true energy rushed towards Fan Jian and the two of them.

Before Fan Jian could do anything, Fan Jian's sixth sense was filled with strong palpitations, and he quickly raised his hand to push Gu Shengren away, avoiding the burst of true energy.

I saw the true energy stretching hundreds of miles away, and there was a gully of unknown depth close to the ground.

What was even more frightening was that the sword energy did not dissipate even when it reached the horizon, until it completely disappeared from Fan Jian's vision.

"How about this move? It's quite satisfactory, right?" Yan Xianji said with a smile.

Fan Jian swallowed his saliva when he heard the words and said:
"So-so."