Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Fan Jian frowned, but still pretended to be calm and said: "Okay, I will bet you 20 yuan of Lingshi for each game!"

Sha Xinlie chuckled when he heard the words, and said in a deep voice: "What's the point of betting on that kind of thing? If you want to bet, bet big!"

As Sha Xinlie said, he flew up into the sky, looked down at the crowd, and said with a sneer, "In my Hell, Heavenly Demon, and Biochemical Realm, there are five realm masters in total except for the Blood River Yin and Evil Realm."

"Let's fight with wheels! You win. The monsters in the first realm and the hungry ghosts in the two realms where the master belongs will withdraw from this battle and return to the hell realm, never to appear!"

"But if our hell world wins, if we win a game, I will have eight thousand spiritual practitioners as flesh and blood!"

Killing Xinlie's words were so deafening that the hearts of all the spiritual cultivators present were shocked, and they couldn't help looking at Fan Jian.

Where is this a gamble?This is a gamble!

Losing a game of gambling is the fate of eight thousand gods!
Will Fan Jian accept it?

At this time, Fan Jian looked at Sha Xinlie coldly, with a sneer of disdain on the corner of his mouth: "If you win, you will shout and shout for killing. If I win, your people will retreat to hell. This is a worthless business, quite reasonable." !"

"I have no right to decide their life or death! I am not willing to make such a bet!"

Killing Heart shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "Then there is nothing to say! Do it!"

As soon as the words fell, a voice came from the boundary.

"Wait a moment!"

I saw the commander of Xuehe flying over, looked at Sha Xinlie coldly, and said with a smile on his face: "Since you want to gamble, why don't you let me participate!"

"Blood River..."

Killing Heart frowned.

The appearance of the blood river commander made him a little bored.

He shouldn't be here!
Equally depressing, there were also the spiritual cultivators present.

The strength of the commander of the blood river is enough to crush a world, and it is not easy for everyone present to solve it!

If he also participated in the battle, the result...

Fan Jian looked at the commander of Xuehe coldly and said, "Our game is not over yet, what are you doing here?"

But the commander of Xuehe said with a smile: "I remember, the content of our bet is that if a monster enters the upper seven realms, you will lose, right?"

Fan Jian frowned, and said in a deep voice, "But they are still on Zhujie Mountain!"

"Ha ha!"

The blood river commander shrugged.

Not to mention that these hell monsters just flew up, even if they want to go down to the ground now, it is just as easy!
Such an excuse is useless to the commander of Blood River. If he wants to kill, it doesn't matter whether he gambles or not!
It's just that at present, the commander of the blood river has a deeper plan!
"Let's stop talking nonsense, if you win, I will kill all the monsters in the losing world without mercy! If you lose, I will kill them all!"

"If you don't agree, I'll simply kill some of the demon spirits present! Use it to nourish my blood river demon!"

Hearing the words of Commander Xuehe, everyone fell silent.

What exactly does the commander of Blood River want to do?
Isn't he a fellow traveler with the hell world?
How come his tone sounds more like he wants to kill everyone indiscriminately?
Not only Shenxiu, but even Sha Xinlie frowned, restrained his anger and said, "Blood River! What exactly are you trying to do?"

Commander Xuehe laughed and said: "It's very simple, don't you want to see if this group of spiritual cultivators have the ability to kill me? To be honest, I want to too!"

"You guys just have a good match! Fight hard for your own way of life!"

The commander of Xuehe said, raised his hand, and saw a wave of blood rising from the sky, covering everyone in an instant, and even the sky was covered in blood red.

The commander of Xuehe looked at Sha Xinlie and Fan Jian coldly, and said with a smile: "Under my blood cloud formation, no one can escape. Whether they can survive depends on whether you can win!"

Fan Jian looked up at the crimson blood cloud above his head, the surging cloud was like a sea of ​​blood.

As he was thinking about countermeasures, he heard some of the spiritual practitioners hurriedly say, "Why should we leave our lives in the hands of others!"

"I'm not playing anymore! Let's go!"

Saying that, those few people wanted to leave.

But just after flying a few tens of feet, a stream of blood directly penetrated into the bodies of those people, and then their bodies were all red, and their eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes.

The few people roared in pain, but their bodies swelled rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they swelled up like a balloon in a short while.

Hearing a muffled "bang", those people suddenly exploded into blood mist, and the blood water floated around.

Their physical bodies were destroyed, and their spiritual thoughts looked around in panic. Just as they were about to escape, they were waved by the leader of Blood River.

The divine sense immediately flew into the hands of the commander of the blood river, and he swallowed it in one gulp.

"Who else wants to run?" The commander of Xuehe said with a sneer.

The people present stopped talking immediately.

This easily wiped out the spiritual cultivator in the state of transformation, and he didn't even see him make a move. How could anyone dare to leave secretly?

Seeing Fan Jian frowning, he suddenly laughed, stepped forward and said, "In that case, let's gamble!"

Killing Xinlie sneered and glanced at Commander Xuehe, then stepped forward and said, "Which one of you will come first?"

"I'll go first!" Elder Dugu said and was about to step forward.

But Fan Jian raised his hand to stop him and said, "Since it's a wheel battle, it means that as long as you win, you can keep fighting, right?"

Killing Heart nodded.

Fan Jian nodded and said with a smile: "I don't know, which one of you is going to come first?"

Killing Xinlie looked at Feng Wanli, and said in a deep voice, "Go!"

Feng Wanli jumped forward, spread his wings, and a gust of wind was born from his wings.

Fan Jian sneered, turned his head to look at the crowd and said, "Who is going?"

Meng Sanqian gritted his teeth and said, "I'm coming! This bird man annoyed me just now, so I must make him look good now!"

Bai Shouren said a little worriedly: "Remember what Master Fan said, don't fight recklessly!"

Meng Sanqian nodded and said, "Don't worry, I have my own measure!"

As he spoke, he jumped forward and waved his hand, the Renxin Sword was already in his hand.

Feng Wanli sneered, without saying much, he flapped his wings and stepped forward, raising his hand and hitting him with a palm.

But seeing Meng Sanqian stepping on the Nine-Nine God Palace Step, the palm flashed in an instant.

"It's all the rage!"

Feng Wanli gave a soft drink, his wings were like blades, and he rushed after Meng Sanqian.

Those wings were like the blade's edge, and under the swift movement, bursts of saber energy flew across, as if they had locked all of Meng Sanqian's action routes.

But seeing Meng Sanqian flying up and down, the Nine-Nine Divine Palace Step is based on the sky, adding an evasion route below, and even dodged all the blades.

Seeing this, Feng Wanli sneered suddenly: "Cut! I thought I had made some progress, but I just hid? Look at me in a violent storm!"

Seeing those wings flapping suddenly, tens of thousands of feather-like saber energy rushed towards Meng Sanqian in an instant.

Meng Sanqian also snorted softly.

Compared with Master Fan's sword finger, this saber energy is too far behind!
"A hundred and eighty people, a hundred and sixty five!"

While reciting the mantra, Meng Sanqian dodged the saber energy, scattered the excess saber energy with the Renxin sword in his hand, and was completely unscathed by the stormy saber energy!