Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Everyone stared at the flying dust curtain in astonishment, and they all opened their mouths and did not dare to breathe.

After a while, the dust settled.

On that field, the two stood with their backs facing each other, Yun Tianye sprayed blood from his shoulder, half kneeling on the ground with a knife in his hand.

"Junior Brother Lou, accept it!"

And Lou Changkong said in a low voice with a smile on his face.

"After all, Senior Brother Yun is superior!"

As soon as the words fell, a burst of blood spurted out of his chest, and he fell to the ground on his back.

Seeing this, Elder Yao rushed up immediately, raised his hand and gave Lou Changkong a vigorous swipe, and then fed him a pill, which was carried down by the disciples of the Medicine Pavilion.

He also stopped the bleeding for Yun Tianye, and also took a pill.

"The winner, Yun Tianye!"

Elder Dugu said in a deep voice.

The crowd immediately cheered loudly.

No matter which pavilion, they all gave the warmest cheers for their performance.

Fan Jian took a deep breath.

how to spell?
How can I play to look better when I lose?
This battle is not at the same level as the previous battles.

His concept is still in the drunken fist, snake-shaped tricky hands, at most the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon, with a startled glance, ten thousand swords return to the clan, now you tell me that they are actually three heroes and two clouds, Shushan swordsmen?
In fact, he really misunderstood himself.

Once the state of distraction is over, the true energy will be powerful and continuous, and the power of the moves can be fully displayed.

Take Bai Jiushi as an example, if his cultivation base surpasses the level of distraction, and Da Zuixian's Wuliang Fist punches out, the air waves will be no worse than Yun Tianye and Lou Changkong.

In other words, Elder Dugu's saber qi splitting the duel venue is just the saber aura he used as a knife with his hands and swayed at will.

If he shot with all his strength, it would not only be the school grounds that would set off the dust.

As for Fan Jian himself, he never tried his best, and he didn't even know where his upper limit was.

"Have a half day's rest, the final match in the afternoon, Yun Tianye vs Fan Jian!"

Elder Dugu said.

Fan Jian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

After everyone left, he slowly walked towards the school grounds.

He wanted to test how far his strength had reached, whether he could reach the level he had when Lou Changkong and Yun Tianye faced off.

He waved his hand, and a pine branch flew into his hand.

"The first form of Qiantian Sword Art, the ninth day of the first day, do not use Qianlong!"

As soon as the words fell, Fan Jian raised his hand and waved, the sword pill moved with his heart, and the sword energy surged out. Before it could be released, the pine branch was crushed by the sword energy.

"I'll fuck you!" Fan Jian said with a sad face, throwing away the small pine branch left in his hand.

"My old grandson doesn't have a weapon in hand, why not go to the old Dragon King to borrow one!"

Matt mentally retarded!

"No matter how good the sword technique is, it won't work without a good sword!"

As soon as Fan Jian turned his head, Elder Shen walked over with a smile and said.

"Daji Zhoutian Eight Swords, the sword energy is so destructive that even iron can't bear it, let alone tree branches!"

"Elder Shen!" Fan Jian quickly bowed.

"You don't need to be too polite. You have become the head disciple. You and I are already senior brothers. If you don't mind, just call me Senior Brother Shen!" Elder Shen said with a smile.

Fan Jian scratched his head and said, "It's better to tell the elder to be more fluent, and change it slowly in the future!"

"As you please!"

As Elder Shen said, he waved his hand, and two swords appeared in his hand.

"Xinghe is a sword handed down from Changkong's family. It is a top-grade human-level weapon. The sword is three feet four inches long, the blade is two feet seven inches long, and the sword weighs nine catties and nine taels."

Elder Shen held the Xinghe Sword and said.

"Changkong knows that you don't have a sword, so I want to lend it to you. Of course, you can also use my sword."

"Nian Xianchen, human-level high-grade, the sword is three feet six inches long, the blade is two feet nine inches long, and weighs three catties and five taels."

"Which of these two swords do you want to use?"

Elder Shen asked with a smile.

Fan Jian pulled out Nian Xianchen suspiciously, shook it, and felt that his hand was as thin as a feather, so he immediately shook his head and said.

"Too light..."

"Love is a thing that seems light but is heavy, and it seems heavy but really light!" Elder Shen said with a slight sigh.

"Then you can use Xinghe, and you will live up to Changkong's kindness!"

Fan Jian took Xinghe Sword and asked.

"How is Brother Lou's injury?"

"Skin trauma, it will be fine after a few days of rest!" Elder Shen said with a smile.

"I won't disturb your sword practice anymore!"

As Elder Shen said, he was about to leave when he suddenly turned around and said.

"A sword is like a heart, and swordsmanship is like a heart! Always remember your sword heart, and only then can you unleash the true power of your swordsmanship!"

Fan Jian frowned immediately when he heard this.

My Kenshin?

Seeing this, Elder Shen smiled and left.

Fan Jian held the Xinghe sword in his hand and fell into deep thought.

What exactly is his sword heart?
Elder Shen said that he was upright in his sword, and he was upright.

Is that the sword of strength?
Thinking of this, Fan Jian raised his hand again, the sword pill was activated, the sword energy was generated, and the Xinghe sword suddenly clanged, Qianlong Wu swiped across with his sword move, and immediately kicked up dust tens of meters high and went away.

But Fan Jian still shook his head.

It's not his sword heart.

He came from this world, and he knows a truth.

If you are rigid, you must break.

He couldn't be more angry about what happened to Xia Ruhua, but when he thought about it, he was actually a little scared.

If I hadn't attracted the attention of several elders, I would have been shot dead by Elder Ji after saying those words.

A person with an upright sword heart will not make the right decision and regret it.

So what is my sword heart?
cheap!
Such a word suddenly popped up in Fan Jian's heart, but it caught him by surprise.

After I came to this world, everything I did was to increase my small receiving value.

And all those things, summed up, is a cheap word!
With this thought in mind, Jianwan generated sword energy and traveled along Fan Jian's meridians. He immediately raised his hand and swung Qianlong Wuyong again.

I saw a stream of sword energy like a hidden dragon, and it disappeared without a trace when it first appeared. In the blink of an eye, a strong vortex of sword energy burst out hundreds of feet away.

The turbulent sword energy absorbed the surrounding dust and turned it into a huge dust ball, swirling and surging, and stopped after a few breaths.

When he got closer, he saw that the dust ball had been twisted into very fine dust by the sword energy, and when he stepped on it, he would blow out a mist-like light smoke.

It really is a combination of human and cheap!

Matt mentally retarded!

Fan Jian was weeping.

What is a sword?
King's Soldier!The Emperor's Weapon!

Others play swords so chicly and gracefully.

When you come to yourself, you become a sword to control the sword?
Do you want to be so deceitful?
Okay!

Isn't it cheap?
A tree without bark is bound to die.

Without morals, anything is possible!
Even what the system gave him was the supreme passive system that became stronger after being beaten. Jian Xin is just a cheap word, so what?

Thinking of this, Fan Jian felt a sense of shame in his heart, and endless sword intent surged out of the sword pill, and he also held Xinghe, swaying the Qiantian sword one move after another.

"On the ninth day of the ninth day, don't use Qianlong!"

"Ninety-two, see the dragon in the field!"

"Jiu San, be vigilant at night!"

"Ninety-four, or more in the abyss!"

"Ninth Five-Year Plan, the flying dragon is in the sky!"

"Shangjiu, Kanglong has regrets!"

"The sword power of the sky, the endless hidden in the sky!"

In the school grounds, sand and rocks were flying, and smoke and dust filled the air. The smoke and dust in the entire school grounds was more than tens of meters high.

How can there be so much soil!
In the distance, a figure looked at the swirling dust, smiled immediately, and slowly walked towards Ling Yunfeng with a fishing rod on his shoulder.

The big fish has been caught.