Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Bai Shouren nodded.

He knew what Fan Jian meant.

"Master Fan, don't worry! I'm very relaxed now!" Bai Shouren suppressed his anger, but said in an extremely calm tone, "I've been fighting with Sanqian for decades, and now I realize that I'm like a child!"

"Three thousand vengeance, leave it to me!"

While talking, Meng Sanqian flew out, looked at Feng Wanli coldly, raised his hand and swung the long sword in his hand, without saying a word, he stabbed with the sword.

The commander of Xuehe glanced at Fan Jian, and said with a smile: "So how are you going to suppress who? Your land fairy, or Feng Wanli?"

Fan Jian sneered and said, "Do I have a choice?"

"Not necessarily impossible!"

The commander of Blood River said with a smile: "You can force him to lose on purpose!"

"Come on!" Fan Jian said with a sneer, "Not to mention that Feng Wanli must be killed by Bai Shouren, even if there is no such level of hatred, the result of my beating him is that I lost the battle and won the bet. Any change!"

"Stopping losses is not necessarily winning!" The commander of Blood River shook his head and said, "Sometimes, in order to win a complete victory, you can give up some things when necessary!"

"Forget it! That's your idea!" Fan Jian said with a sneer, "In this battle, a win-win is a loss! I don't care about the others. The two brothers Feng Wanli and Sha Xinlie have the blood of the spiritual cultivation world on their hands. , they must die!"

The commander of Blood River shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Fan Jian also turned his head to look at the battle between Bai Shouren and Feng Wanli.

At this time, Bai Shouren did not choose to walk and dodge directly, but took the initiative to attack by stepping on the Jiujiu Temple Step, as if to vent, the blade of the sword was always chasing Feng Wanli.

Feng Wanli watched his attack coldly, but kept avoiding it sideways.

"You are very angry!" Feng Wanli said with a sneer on his face, "The one who died is your friend?"

Bai Shouren snorted coldly and said, "It's my brother!"

"Hehe...to avenge my brother, so the sword is full of anger, which is understandable!" Feng Wanli said, "But I won't lose anyone in close combat!"

As Feng Wanli said, he raised his hand and stretched out his wings. The wings supported Bai Shouren's long sword like a blade, and the other wing slashed at Bai Shouren impressively.

Seeing this, Bai Shouren retreated extremely quickly, straightened his sword, and a beam of sword energy immediately flew towards Feng Wanli, and then stepped forward again stepping on the Jiujiu Temple.

As soon as Feng Wanli stopped the sword energy, the sword edge flew up again, and the sword never left his heart.

"Hmph! Overthinking one's abilities!" Feng Wanli snorted coldly, and shouted in a deep voice, "Yun Heng Iron Wing!"

Seeing his wings stretched out, the body of the wings extended like a blade, each feather was like an iron wing barb, under the waving of the wings, the sky was full of wing shadows.

Bai Shouren looked at the winged edge with blazing eyes, and swung his long sword non-stop, stopping the winged shadow all over the sky, but a faint trace of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Seeing this, Feng Wanli sneered, and shouted in a deep voice, "I want to take revenge with this little skill! Tie Yi Suo Yun!"

Seeing that the wings stretched out again, they wrapped Bai Shouren tightly like chains, and the feathers on the iron wings were embedded in his flesh and blood like barbs, causing blood to flow horizontally and the flesh was mutilated.

Feng Wanli sneered, and was about to continue exerting force, when a sneer suddenly appeared on Bai Shouren's face, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Three thousand! I will avenge your revenge!"

A sword energy suddenly appeared from the hands of Bai Shouren wrapped in the iron wings, passed through the iron wings, and galloped straight towards Feng Wanli.

Feng Wanli felt a pain in his heart, looked down, and saw a blood hole the size of a bowl in his heart, bleeding.

"Why..." Feng Wanli was stunned.

once again...

In the last fight, both of them were inferior to him. This time, any one of them can defeat him alone. Why?
The Manzhushahua flower demon at the heart was repairing his broken heart, but it was already dark before Feng Wanli's eyes, and he fell to the ground again.

Seeing that Bai Shouren raised his hand without any hesitation, one after another sword pointed and sword energy shot out at an extremely fast speed, instantly shooting Feng Wanli's body into pieces. speed.

"Go to hell! Go to die! Go to die!"

There were tears in Bai Shouren's eyes.

The 200-year brotherhood has now ignited the anger of revenge, turning into angry sword energy, tearing Feng Wanli's remnants apart one after another.

It wasn't until the body was torn to pieces, and countless bloodshots of Manzhushahua gushed out, looking like a tangled mass of bloodshots, that Bai Shouren coldly threw out the hidden weapon Fan Jian gave him.

Seeing the magic weapon roll down to the side of the mass of flesh and blood, a burst of blazing white light suddenly burst out, the light instantly swallowed the mass of flesh and blood, and then the white light gradually thinned, and when it disappeared completely, everything was gone, leaving only A dark pothole remained there.

"killed?"

"we won?"

Everyone looked at Bai Shouren who was stunned in place from a distance, and they were too excited to speak.

It seems to have won.

What is the price to pay?
A terrestrial immortal fell, 8000 people died tragically, and there were almost no high-level spiritual cultivators left in the Hongru sect.

Even if these people can save Nascent Soul and Divine Sense, how many of them can restore their original strength?The time spent during this period is even more countless!
Everyone couldn't help feeling a little sad, and they all looked at Fan Jian who was standing with the blood river commander.

"Master Fan... must save them all..."

Fan Jianzheng frowned, and suddenly a system prompt came.

"Expected, small value +29615..."

"Expected, small value +16497..."

"Expected, small value +34615..."

Looking at the expectant eyes, Fan Jian felt for the first time that it was so painful to get the small value...

"Not bad," the commander of Xuehe said with a smile, "show the enemy weak, wait for the opportunity to kill with one blow! You taught them that kind of footwork and weird sword energy?"

Fan Jian snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Stop talking nonsense, it's time for you to fulfill your promise!"

The commander of Xuehe smiled, raised his hand, and saw countless bright red manzhushahua demons peeling off from the monster on the Zhujie mountain.

Then he threw out the Divine Mind and Nascent Soul in his hands, and those Manzhusha Huahua demons merged with the Divine Mind Nascent Soul immediately, and then blood boiled, and after a while, fresh lives appeared in front of everyone.

They are almost exactly the same as their original appearances, but their cultivation has completely disappeared, and some of them look as if they have suddenly aged ten years.

And the Manzhushahua flower demon also left separately, turning into a handful of ashes, as if completely dead.

Seeing this, Fan Jian snorted coldly and said, "What else?"

The commander of Blood River smiled, and turned to look at a group of harpy monsters among the hell monsters.

The group of monsters were shocked immediately, and they flapped their wings and were about to leave.

However, the commander of the Blood River waved his hand, and a wave of blood rushed into the bodies of the group of monsters. In an instant, all the harpies exploded into a blood mist, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

Shui Yaoyao frowned and looked at the situation in front of her, without saying a word.