Fantasy: My skills are all passive

As soon as the words fell, a figure flew up across the border, holding something in his hand, and landed in front of Fan Jian and the others.

The man was stunned when he saw Fan Jian and the others. Before he could speak, he heard a voice:
"Crazy monk! Give me back the man!"

Then another figure fell beside him.

Seeing this, Tripterygium twig was shocked, and leaned into Fan Jian's ear and whispered:

"No, it's the Mad Demon Buddha and the Headless Demon that will kill Xinlie!"

Fan Jian frowned, he didn't care about these two people, but looked at the man in the hand of the Mad Buddha.

It's actually lifeless!
At this time, Wusheng's whole body was swollen, thick blood was dripping from his mouth, his eyes were closed, as if he was dead.

Seeing this, Jing Fan suddenly turned pale with shock and shouted:

"Uncle Wusheng!"

Hearing Jing Fan's cry, the headless demon general Sha Xinlie turned around immediately, and said in a deep voice:

"Oh? There are others? Could this be the person Xue He said?"

Before the voice of the headless demon general killing Xinlie could settle down, his body had already appeared in front of Fan Jian.

He was nine feet tall and extremely burly, and Fan Jian's eyes were facing his broken neck.

Sha Xinlie seemed to be sizing up Fan Jian:

"Too thin! No, no, no..."

Before the words fell, Fan Jian vomited out with a "vomit".

"Wow! Don't you want to be so disgusting, man, you still have a piece of meat on your neck! Could you please trim it?"

Fan Jian said while squatting on the ground and vomiting wildly.

It's so disgusting.

The broken part of the neck seemed to be twisted, not cut off, and the pieces of meat were still hanging down like strips, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.

Sha Xinlie was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, then turned to the Mad Buddha and said:
"Is it really that disgusting?"

"It's a little bit, I didn't get used to it at first." Madman Buddha said.

Killing Heart scratched his non-existent head and said:

"It's really nerve-wracking. If someone says that, I have to show it!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a Fang Tian painted halberd suddenly appeared in his hand.

The light of the sword flashed, and the cold light shone on the iron clothes.

Fan Jian's breathing stopped immediately, and he quickly backed away, only to see that Fang Tian's halberd's true energy cut open his clothes, leaving a deep wound on his abdomen, and he was almost cut through his stomach.

Enduring the pain, Fan Jian quickly took a sip of wine, the injury recovered immediately, and he became serious about these two people.

Killing Xinlie stood holding Fang Tian's painting halberd, looked at Fan Jian's appearance and said curiously:

"Oh? Recovery is so fast, there are two strokes! I just don't know if your head has the ability to recover so quickly?"

"no!"

Fan Jian quickly pointed at Wusheng and said.

"I think that big monk's head is quite suitable for you!"

Sha Xinlie heard the words and immediately said: "Indeed!"

With that said, he turned his head and said to the Mad Buddha:
"Crazy monk! Give me back the person, and I'll pretend nothing happened!"

"Hahaha!"

The Madman Buddha heard the words and said immediately:

"Although I have become a monster, I am still a monk! The Demon Buddha is also a Buddha, so I won't watch you hurt this master's life! You want his head, so defeat me!"

Hearing this, Sha Xinlie snorted coldly and said:
"Okay! Then I'll have a good fight with you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped, and Fang Tian's painted halberd slammed down, and the sharp blade set off a manic sword light, and slashed at the Mad Demon Buddha.

But seeing the Madman Buddha laughed, raised his hand and threw Wusheng to Fan Jian and said:
"He's handed over to you! This place is handed over to me! Don't you still have one person to save?"

Hearing this, Fan Jian glanced at the Epilepsy Demon Buddha, saw Ye Qingqing flying over, immediately grabbed them, and flew into the sky.

Before Fan Jianfei could go far, he saw another figure coming from Xue Hefei, and a blade forced Fan Jian back, and said in a deep voice:
"Brother, let me help you find the head!"

Fan Jian frowned and landed, and saw that the man was dressed as Sha Xinlie, except that his head was still there, and he was holding a long gun upside down in his hand, standing proudly on the border.

The shape of the spear is extremely strange, the spear head is only six feet long, and the shape of the spear head is like a willow leaf magnified countless times, but the color is like flowing fire, faintly shining with light.

Fan Jian's expression sank when he saw it. This gun is not an ordinary gun, and the strength of this monster is also extraordinary.

I heard Lei Gongteng whispering:
"This is Shaxinlie's younger brother, Shaxinpo! The gun in his hand is called Liurenhuo Liuqiang. It is powerful, and it must not be matched!"

Fan Jian glanced at him and was speechless for a moment.

This Tripterygium wisteria seems to have become his younger brother at this time, not only acting as an encyclopedia of the hell world, but also a dog-headed military adviser who advises!
The reason why he is said to be a dog-headed military adviser is because the idea of ​​the triptographer vine is really useless.

Fan Jian also knew that he was invincible.

But everyone has already killed him, and he has Ye Qingqing and Jing Fan by his side, and now there is Wu Sheng who is half dead, and he doesn't even have to run away!

Then I heard Sha Xinlie laughing and said:

"Okay! You take the monk's head for elder brother!"

Sha Xinpo sneered when he heard the words, pointed at Fan Jian with a spear and said:

"Hand over that monk!"

Fan Jian heard the words and said quickly: "I will hand him over to you, so will you spare me?"

"No mercy!"

"Then what difference does it make if I hand it over or not?" Fan Jian said with a curl of his lips.

"If you hand it over, you can die more quickly!" Sha Xinpo said.

Fan Jian raised his hand and handed Wusheng to Jingfan, then turned to look at Sha Xinpo with a sneer and said:

"That's fine, let's make a bet, if you can beat me three times without getting hurt, I'll give you this monk! How about it?"

But seeing Sha Xinpo sneered and said: "Not so good!"

As soon as the words fell, Shaxinpo appeared in front of Fan Jianjian immediately, raised his gun and shook it, and suddenly a spear shot towards Fan Jian with infinite strength.

Fan Jian quickly raised his hand and waved it. The water and fire swords were already in his hands, and each of the two swords swayed a sword aura. Under the agitation of the aura, he retreated a dozen steps back with the force of the recoil.

Seeing this, Sha Xinpo snorted coldly, raised the gun again and stepped forward, the body of the gun shook, and stabbed at Fan Jian.

Fan Jian stepped on the Nine-Nine Temple Steps, while walking and parrying, but he couldn't help but became more and more frightened.

For some reason, this Shaxinpo was always attacking Fan Jian with pure moves, but the spear was covered with a layer of true energy.

But even so, Fan Jian's sword energy was still shattering.

And the exquisiteness of the spear technique is not inferior to Fan Jian's Daji Xiantian Eight Swords.

If it weren't for the support of swordsmanship and the passive dodge of Jiujiu Shengongbu, Fan Jian would be stabbed into a hornet's nest in no less than dozens of rounds.

After dodging again and again, Fan Jian was also a little anxious, and immediately crossed his swords, and shouted in a deep voice: "Six voids and eight swords, up and down, water and fire are both good!"

I saw the water and fire sword qi coming out together, intersecting and surging, the water sword was soft, the fire sword was fierce, the two sword qi closely merged, advancing side by side, like two dragons rushing towards Shaxinpo.