Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Seeing this, Fan Jian frowned.

Because he discovered a major event, this group of land gods in the spiritual cultivation world is still choosing one-on-one.

Gu Bufan dealt with Shaxinlie alone.

Elder Dugu confronted Shaxinpo, Elder Shen approached Shangtanweng, and Xiang Yingqiong and Shui Yaoyao fought together.

And Bai Shouren confronted Feng Wanli, while Meng Sanqian and Guan Shuya were sneering and sarcastic.

Fan Jian's teeth itch with hatred!
When is it time to write, what do you care about the morals of the world?Wouldn't it be enough to swarm up and beat one to death?
Fan Jian shouted in a deep voice:

"What are you doing? Can't two fight one?"

Meng Sanqian sneered and said:

"A gentleman does something and doesn't!"

"I'll go to your gentleman to do something and not do something," Fan Jian said angrily.

"When you are dead and your head rests on them, others can do whatever they want, whatever they want!"

Meng Sanqian immediately blushed and said:
"Then I won't cooperate with Bai Shouren either!"

He heard Bai Shouren, who was fighting beside him, say:

"I beg you, please don't come, or I'll die of nausea!"

"I won't come if you don't want to come? I still want to help you!" Meng Sanqian said, he jumped up and stabbed Feng Wanli with his sword.

Seeing this, Feng Wanli sneered, spread his iron wings, and shouted in a deep voice:

"Qianqiu Feathering Knife!"

I saw the iron wing instantly waving thousands of blade-like saber energy, flying towards the two of them.

Meng Sanqian frowned slightly, his eyes flickered frequently, and in an instant he calculated the movement of those saber qi clearly through the mind-calculating sword technique, pointed at the edge of the sword, and recently said in a deep voice:
"Corn!"

Seeing the point of the sword pointing out repeatedly, the sword energy immediately cut the knife energy in front of him by half, but there were still several subsequent blades galloping forward, which made Meng Sanqian feel a little at a loss.

"Decline!"

Seeing Bai Shouren shouted in a deep voice, he stopped in front of Meng Sanqian, the blade of the sword opened and closed, and the sword glow swept across, immediately sweeping away all the remaining saber energy.

Bai Shouren said in a deep voice:
"Sanqian, you are too rigid, and using corn to combine with decay is the best solution!"

"I want you to meddle in your own business, get out of the way!" Meng Sanqian raised his eyebrows, bumped Bai Shouren away, raised his sword, and swung his sword towards Feng Wanli.

"Pythagorean!"

I saw triangles drawn on the body of the sword. It didn't seem to have much momentum or attack power, but wherever the sword body went, the sword energy lingered for a long time, forming triangles of sword energy.

In addition, the sword was extremely tricky, and Feng Wanli dodged frequently. If one didn't pay attention, when the wings touched the sword energy, a burst of sparks burst out immediately.

However, Feng Wanli is also a monster of thousands of years, he only sneered, retreated back, and waved his hand.

The wings on the back immediately stretched out again, and at this time, the wings were shining coldly under the light like steel.

"Iron Wing Xuanyu, penny counts!"

As Feng Wanli said, he rushed towards Meng Sanqian instead, and with a wave of his wings, he slashed like a huge blade.

The saber energy carried on the wings was condensed as it was, and when one wing was cut off, even the surrounding air fluctuated like water ripples as if it had been cut open.

Meng Sanqian hastily raised his hand with a sword and shouted:
"Both lose!"

Seeing this, Bai Shouren cursed secretly:
"idiot!"

Saying that, he leaned forward, raised his hand with a sword and shouted:
"Insufficient surplus!"

Seeing those two swords, Meng Sanqian's one sword stopped the sword glow, but saw the sword glow scattered out and continued to attack Meng Sanqian.

However, Bai Shouren's next sword strike was subsidized equally, attracting the saber energy and striking Feng Wanli back.

Seeing this, Meng Sanqian's face suddenly turned pale, and he turned to look at Bai Shouren and said:
"you……"

"Three thousand, we haven't fought side by side for a long time!"

Bai Shouren smiled slightly, put one hand on his shoulder, and said in a deep voice.

"This guy should not be underestimated. Let's join hands and let him see the true power of our Confucian scholars' mind-calculating swordsmanship!"

Meng Sanqian frowned slightly, and was about to say something when Bai Shouren pushed him away and said:
"careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a saber qi slashing towards him, urging the surrounding air like a whirlwind with incomparable force, instantly enveloping Bai Shouren in it, and under the whirling of the saber aura, a wave of blood splashed.

"Ming Yang!" Meng Sanqian was startled when he saw this, he calculated the weakness of the whirlwind with a sinking heart, pointed it out with a sword, and shouted in a deep voice.

"equation!"

As soon as the sword body came out, the sword energy followed the whirlwind twice, and suddenly reversed, stopping the whirlwind knife energy in an instant, and Bai Shouren also broke free immediately.

"How are you?" Meng Sanqian asked eagerly.

"It's nothing serious!" Bai Shouren gasped slightly.

"The body is recovering, it seems to be the effect of some kind of exercises of Master Fan!"

Meng Sanqian nodded, and said in a deep voice:

"Can you still fight?"

Bai Shouren raised his sword with a smile and said:

"of course can!"

"Okay!" Meng Sanqian also said with a smile.

"Let us brothers have a good time with this bird man!"

As they spoke, they raised their swords and rushed towards Feng Wanli from left to right.

Fengxingpai Kungfu was born out of Hongrumen. Based on the thirteen classics of Hongrumen's benevolence, he created the Mingyang Heart Sutra, created Fenggong Kendo with Datong swordsmanship, and created the two skills of swordsmanship with the Six Arts Quanshu.

Among them, it is even more bold to combine the mind-calculating swordsmanship, the Shushan swordsmanship, and the etiquette swordsmanship into one, and named it the Three Swordsmanship.

They are the three swords of close attack, long-distance attack and defense, happy heart cutting technique, heart shooting archery technique, and the technique of imperial movement are combined into three skills, which are the three effects of attacking the heart, disturbing the mind, and body technique.

Among them, Bai Shouren learns from each other's strengths to make up for his weaknesses, abandoning many cumbersome extra moves in the original Hongrumen martial arts, and adding his own understanding.

But not all reductions are good, and there are many things that Bai Shouren cannot understand.

And these are exactly what Meng Sanqian is good at.

At this time, the two abandoned the nearly hundred years of open and secret fighting and joined forces, finally able to show the power of Confucian swordsmanship.

I saw Meng Sanqian stepping on the technique of imperial movement, using the mind-counting sword technique to constantly calculate Feng Wanli's movement trajectory in his mind, and then the sword forced Feng Wanli's actions.

But Bai Shouren stayed three steps away from Feng Wanli, sometimes harassing with his sword energy, sometimes stepping forward to search for the enemy with a sword, and Meng Sanqian advanced and retreated, attacking and defending each other.

Feng Wanli was actually forced to retreat again and again, unable to fight back.

Feng Wanli was chased and beaten by two people, he was already extremely angry in his heart, turned his head to look in Shui Yaoyao's direction, saw that she was still fighting with Xiang Yingqiong, gritted his teeth, and immediately said angrily:

"One feather for a thousand years, one hope for ten thousand years!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Feng Wanli's wings fluttering, turning into a stream of light and rushing towards the two of them.

Seeing this, Meng Sanqian quickly swung his sword to block it, but before the sword could be raised, he was immediately sent flying by a stream of light.

I saw Feng Wanli's whole body was like a streamer, spinning and running beside Meng Sanqian and Bai Shouren, passing by with iron wings, as long as he was a little careless, there would be a deep blood stain left behind.

In less than ten breaths, the two of them were almost covered in cuts and bruises, dripping with blood.