Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Wu Sheng was shocked when he heard the words, and quickly dodged to avoid it.

A sword energy surged out, lighting up Zhujie Mountain for hundreds of miles like a sky fire.

With the assistance of Qiantian Jianshi, the Lihuo Sword Poses became more violent and manic. Coupled with the piercing of the Eight Meridians True Qi, the eight streams of fire combined together.

Like the raging flames burning the sky, it swallowed up Xing Xing's figure in an instant.

Seeing this, Wusheng put his palms together and said in a deep voice:
"Amitabha!"

Panting heavily, Fan Jian raised his hand to take a sip of wine, and flew to the side of Withered Bones Buddha.

Looking at Gu Shengren and Ye Qingqing in the Withered Bones Pagoda, he said:
"How are you two?"

The two shook their heads, and Gu Shengren said:

"It's okay, it's just that I can't mobilize my true energy."

Fan Jian frowned and said, "Go to the boundary first."

Saying so, Xie Wusheng and Jing Fan pushed the withered bone pagoda to the border.

Fan Jian looked around, only to realize that it was only a quarter of an hour ago.

Wusheng has brought everyone to the Dragon Transformation Fandu Realm, and just now the three of them were almost fighting beside a cliff with a drop of tens of thousands of feet.

Fan Jian frowned and looked at the bone stupa, and said in a deep voice:

"Should I try to break it?"

"You can try it!" Wu Sheng said.

Fan Jian nodded, raised his hand and slashed with a sword energy.

However, he saw that the withered bone pagoda seemed to be alive, changing its shape instantly, and a door opened in the tower body, absorbing the sword energy.

Then he saw a sword energy burst out from the white light that enveloped Gu Shengren and Ye Qingqing.

Gu Shengren was startled when she saw this, and hurriedly protected Ye Qingqing in her arms, letting the sword energy strike behind her.

A bloody mouth was cut out of her body.

Seeing this, Fan Jian felt distressed as if he had been stabbed with a sword, and said quickly:

"Yungu, you...are you okay!"

The aunt shook her head and said:
"It's just a skin wound."

Her clothes were transformed by Chilian Tianluo, and Fan Jian didn't use much skill in this sword, so she didn't get hurt too badly.

But the blood still made Fan Jian furious. He rushed forward and wanted to punch the withered bone Buddha, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it, and he didn't know if it would be fed back to Gu Shengren.

"Damn it! Fuck it!" Fan Jian was so angry that he couldn't hit him, "That's enough! Everyone is rushing to make trouble for me! Am I your father? What the hell is it?" Thief!"

Upon seeing this, Gu Shengren sighed and said, "Fan Jian, calm down."

"I'm so cold..." Fan Jian was about to scold, but when he saw the worried eyes of Gu Shengren and Ye Qingqing, his heart softened and he sighed, "Okay, I'm calm."

"Brother Jian, why don't you ask Senior Guigu! He might have a solution!" Ye Qingqing said while bandaging Gu Shengren's wound.

Fan Jian immediately patted his forehead and said: "Look at my brain, I forget to find a professional in case of trouble! Don't worry, I will take you to find Brother Guigu!"

Unexpectedly, before Fan Jian left, a burst of white light suddenly appeared on the withered bone pagoda and brushed it from top to bottom.

Gu Shengren and Ye Qingqing let out a scream.

Fan Jian was startled, and quickly said, "What's the matter? What's the matter with you?"

"It's withered bones!"

Only one voice came from behind the crowd.

Fan Jian turned his head to look, and his heart shook suddenly.

I saw that Xing didn't have much good skin all over his body, and every inch of his skin was covered with insect-like tentacles. The twisting of the tentacles made him look like a blood man, looking hideous and terrifying.

"Uncle Master!" Jing Fan shouted in shock.

Liao Xing ignored Jing Fan, but looked at Fan Jian and said, "Withered bones will wash away their spirits. No one can withstand ten shocks. After ten times, they must become idiots! How about it? Do you want to come with me?"

Fan Jian clenched his teeth when he heard this, wishing he could rush up and tear him apart alive.

But seeing Xing raised his hand, Fan Jian immediately said: "Go, go! Go wherever you say, go however you want! Don't torture them anymore, let me go anywhere!"

Liao Xing sneered and said, "I can't trust you!"

"You can't believe it, right? It's easy!"

Fan Jian turned his head to look at Wusheng and said, "Hit me!"

Hearing this, Wu Sheng frowned and said, "What did you say?"

"I told you to beat me! He can't trust me, and I can't trust him either. If you beat me up, beat me up, he will trust me!" Fan Jian said nonchalantly.

"No!" Wu Sheng looked at Xing angrily and said, "Uncle Shi, stop being obsessed with your obsession!"

Liao Xing sneered and raised his hand as a gesture.

"You don't listen to what I'm talking to you, do you?" Fan Jian suddenly stepped forward, slapped Wusheng on the head and said, "I'm the head of the sect, if I tell you to hit me, hit me!"

As Fan Jian said, he turned his back to Xing, winked at Wusheng, and said via voice transmission: "Hurt me, I have a way!"

Hearing the words, Wusheng raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Okay! You remember today, Shakyamuni will never recognize you again!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and punched Fan Jianjian.

Seeing the punch pass through his body, Fan Jian immediately took two steps back and knelt on the ground.

Jing Fan said in astonishment: "Benefactor Fan!"

"Fan Jian!"

"Brother Jian!"

Fan Jian quickly raised his hand, swallowed the bruise welling up in his mouth and said, "I'm fine! Leave me alone!"

Toughness, one layer!
Bloodthirsty rage, first floor!
Fan Jian stood up and said in a deep voice, "Come again!"

Seeing this, Wu Sheng gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and punched again.

Fan Jian fell to the ground again and again, and stood up again and again.

Resilience needs to be stacked up to twenty layers, and bloodthirsty fury needs to be stacked up to ten layers.

After the bloodthirsty rage is triggered, bloody rays of light will appear all over the body.

In order not to let Liao Xing see the clues, Fan Jian did not swallow the blood in his mouth since the ninth punch.

After the No.19 punch, Fan Jian's body was almost shattered, and he could hardly stand up.

Gu Shengren and Ye Qingqing had already burst into tears, and even their crying was hoarse.

Fan Jianqiang stood up with support, looked at Wusheng and said:

"Last punch, come!"

Wusheng took a deep breath, the hatred in his heart was about to ignite himself at this moment, but this punch couldn't hit him no matter what.

He heard Fan Jian's voice transmission suddenly in his ear:
"Wait for the moment when the light erupts from my body, you will fly to the sky, making a gesture to attack and divert his sight, and leave the rest to me!"

Wusheng glanced at Fan Jian, and immediately threw his fist at Fan Jianjian again.

I saw that punch pass through the body again, and a blue light suddenly rose from Fan Jian's body.

At this moment, Wusheng flew out into the sky, and shouted in a deep voice: "King Kong sinks into the land!"

Liao Xing frowned, looked up at Wu Sheng and shouted angrily: "What are you doing!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fan Jian quickly swallowed the blood, and his body glowed red again.

Then he raised his hand and took out a bottle of Ziyun Qinglu wine and took a sip, all the injuries on his body recovered.

He waved his hand, held his sword and held his breath, and shouted in a low voice:
"Harmonious Heart Sword!"