Fantasy: My skills are all passive

"Why didn't you fight back?" Fan Jian frowned, and couldn't help but sweat coldly.

I saw Meng Sanqian trying to avoid most of the wind, while watching Feng Wanli in the sky waving his wings coldly.

"Hide! Don't you like to hide? See where else you can hide!"

As Feng Wanli spoke, he waved his wings, and countless hurricanes flew out from under his iron wings, forming saber aura and attacking Meng Sanqian.

"Can't move?"

Meng Sanqian was overjoyed, and immediately sneered and shouted in a deep voice, "Go to hell!"

Seeing Meng Sanqian's hands forming fingers, a sword energy flew towards Feng Wanli, passed through his head in an instant, and fell into a hole the size of a bowl.

Feng Wanli's wings fluttered mechanically twice before falling from the sky.

Fan Jian was about to be happy when he saw this, when he suddenly remembered that there was a Manzhushahuahua demon, and was about to say something to remind him, when Meng Sanqian made fingers with his hands, waving his sword fingers again and again, and threw seven or eight swords at the wind on the ground. gas.

However, those sword qi did not hit Feng Wanli, but landed beside him. What surprised Fan Jian even more was that those sword qi condensed like beams of light and did not disperse, forming a condensed sword qi around Feng Wanli. cell.

This move really surprised Fan Jian.

Have they played sword energy to this extent?

You know, even Fan Jian himself can't condense the sword energy so that it can gather and not disperse.

He can't do it either.

Seeing that Meng Sanqian sealed the prison cell with sword energy again, and confirmed that no one could penetrate the gap, he sneered and continued to fill the gap with sword energy.

And Feng Wanli in the prison of light began to surge to repair his injuries under the influence of the Manzhushahuahua demon.

Until the light prison was completely filled with sword energy and the last gap disappeared, Feng Wanli's head still hadn't healed.

Fan Jian breathed a sigh of relief, but curiosity also followed.

Could it be that it was just a blockade?

At this moment, Meng Sanqian snorted coldly, gathered a sword finger in both hands, and said in a deep voice: "July!"

I saw that the light was locked in the fingers of Meng Sanqian's hands, and it started a shrinking trend.

When the light prison became smaller and smaller, and there was almost no room for one person, Meng Sanqian sneered and shouted, "Take it!"

With a sound of "嗖", the light prison suddenly shrank, and disappeared completely into a beam of sword energy.

This hand is like playing magic, and a person disappears without a trace.

It's just that Meng Sanqian's face changed suddenly.

I saw a big hole the size of a person appearing under the light prison.

Feng Wanli actually drilled a hole and ran away?
Everyone was looking for it, and saw a ray of light rushing straight from the ground to the sky.

"Feng Xing! Gallop thousands of miles to kill Yan Jun!"

The light came very fast, it passed through Meng Sanqian's body in the blink of an eye, and cut him in half from the middle in an instant.

It wasn't until the blood spilled from the air that Meng Sanqian's body fell to the ground like two bamboo leaves, and the moment his divine sense appeared, everyone suddenly realized something.

Meng Sanqian is dead!
The land gods have fallen!
Feng Wanli flicked off the blood on his wings, and said with a sneer: "For forcing me to do this, you are really good!"

Seeing Commander Xuehe raised his hand and waved, Meng Sanqian turned into a ball of light and flew to Commander Xuehe's hand before Meng Sanqian's divine sense could react.

"Three thousand!"

"Meng head!"

"Master!"

Bai Shouren and everyone cried out in shock.

Fan Jian frowned and said, "Hand over his divine sense!"

The commander of Xuehe smiled slightly and said, "Do you want it? Then do you want Meng Sanqian's spiritual sense, or the 8000 people's spiritual sense and Nascent Soul?"

Before Fan Jian could speak, he saw bursts of blood qi surging all around, and countless blood qi penetrated into the bodies of everyone in the Hongru sect.

Seeing that everyone's bodies swelled rapidly, pieces of blood mist exploded in the crowd, and a total of 8000 people were completely destroyed in an instant. Knead into a ball.

Fan Jian gritted his teeth and said, "What exactly do you want to do?"

The commander of Xuehe shook his head slightly and said: "You want to save them? But you talk to me like this, no one can save them! Now it is a battle between the two worlds, and only 8000 people died. In the future, there will be even bigger disasters. When it comes, everyone in the world will die, will you still face it with this attitude?"

Fan Jian was already furious, and the veins on his forehead had already burst out.

8000 people... He also killed them, but although those 8000 people turned into Nascent Souls, they will be resurrected sooner or later.

But being held in the hand of the Blood River Grand Commander at this time is almost tantamount to losing his soul!
But the commander of Blood River is still playing charades here!

"I said, let you hand over the person to me!"

As Fan Jian said, he jumped forward, waved his hand casually, and punched out, it was the Fudo Buddha's glaring fist.

Seeing that punch blast out, the phantom of the immobile Buddha's angry eyes suddenly appeared behind him, the wind of the fist was condensed, and under the punch, it was like mountains and rivers congealed into light.

However, the commander of Xuehe was only a little surprised, and then he recovered his expression, raised his hand to block Fan Jian's fist, and said in a deep voice: "What? I was dazzled by anger? There will be more such things in the future, Are you going to be so angry?"

"Fuck you!"

Fan Jian blasted out with punches, and even shot out sword energy with his sword fingers, but was easily stopped by the commander of Xuehe.

"It's only people who have nothing to do with you who are dying now. When the person you love is going to die in the future, do you want to kill yourself too?"

This sentence stung Fan Jian instantly. He suddenly remembered what Liang Qianjue had said to him, and his hand stopped in mid-air.

Seeing that he had calmed down, the commander of Blood River said with a sneer, "What? Stop fighting? You decided to bet with me?"

Fan Jian glared at him with red eyes and said, "Say! How do you bet?"

The commander of Xuehe smiled and said: "It's very simple. When they fight with each other, guess who wins or loses. You win. I promise you one thing, including but not limited to using Manzhushahuahua demon to help these people recast their bodies! "

"You lose. In addition to the 8000 people who were about to die, I have to kill another [-] people!"

Fan Jian looked at Commander Xuehe with piercing eyes, frowned and said, "Are you willing to help them recast their bodies?"

"A breeze!"

Commander Blood River waved his hand and said, "I said before, for now, you and I are by no means enemies!"

Fan Jian pondered for a moment, then said with a sneer: "Okay, if you want to bet, then I'll bet with you! Master Bai!"

Hearing the words, Bai Shouren flew up immediately, looked coldly at Commander Xuehe, and said in a deep voice, "Master Fan!"

"I'll trouble you to play in the next game." Fan Jian stared at the divine sense in the hands of the commander of Xuehe, took out a hidden weapon and handed it over, "The other one is for you!"

"This is……"

Fan Jian whispered: "I believe you have the ability to kill him, but remember to use this to deal with the Manzhushahua demon on his body. My mana is instilled in it, just press the switch!"

Bai Shouren nodded, and was about to leave when Fan Jian said in a deep voice, "Master Bai!"

"Beware!"