Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Kicking the seal away, a smile appeared on the corner of Fan Jian's mouth.

There are three poisons in the world, greed!Angry!Crazy!

Greed and ignorance may be tolerated, but hatred is not.

From the moment Gongsun Weiyang flew down, Fan Jian was thinking about how to bring down this Mofa sect elder of the first rank of saint!

If the strong in the saint realm don't make a move, the battle will always be just a small friction. If you want to scare the enemy, you have to crush the opponent from all realms!
This is Fan Jian's strategy!

And this strategy has indeed worked.

From the moment Gongsun Weiyang made a move, this battle was no longer a battle between saints and below!

Fan Jian said with a sneer.

"Mofamen's saint-level spiritual cultivation intervenes in the battle, and you can attack ordinary spiritual cultivation, Gu Sheng, you can also do it!"

Gongsun Weiyang frowned, secretly screaming that it was not good.

When he was surprised, he saw a red veil flying towards him, Gongsun Weiyang hurriedly stepped back, and said in a deep voice.

"You guys deliberately provoked me!"

"Without further ado!"

Gu Shengren waved his hand, and Chilian Tianluo galloped out, pointing straight at Gongsun Weiyang like a sharp sword.

Gongsun Weiyang quickly drew his knife to parry.

The two phases collided, and a burst of force visible to the naked eye spread out, Gongsun Weiyang immediately flew upside down, and the hand holding the knife trembled a little.

Gu Shengren waved her hand, and the red gauze turned into a wall behind her, canceling out all the strength.

Before Gongsun Weiyang could stand still, he saw the red gauze flying like red clouds covering the sky and covering the sun.

Gongsun Weiyang frowned, gritted her teeth and said angrily.

"That's all! Now that you have shot, you can no longer hide!"

As he spoke, he waved his long knife and shouted angrily.

"Tao asked three ways! Emperor Dao, the emperor was furious!"

Seeing the saber aura filled the sky, the long saber roared and shook like thunder, and the saber aura swirled around his body, dissolving the red yarn's offensive one by one.

"It's okay! I can withstand it for now! Just find a way to get out!"

Just when Gongsun Weiyang felt that he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a whisper.

"Imperial Sword Art, Mending the Sky!"

The voice whispered softly, like whispering in the ear.

However, as soon as the words fell, Gu Shengren raised his hand and waved Chilian Tianluo into a scarlet long sword.

Then the sword light flashed, and Gongsun Weiyang felt a redness in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, he saw a long sword transformed from red yarn piercing his chest.

Just one hit!
From the beginning to the end, what really counts as a move is only one blow!

"Is the gap really that big?"

Gongsun Weiyang couldn't believe the blood dripping from his astonished abdomen.

It is also a saint realm, why is there such a big gap!
Gu Shengren looked at him, sneered, raised her hand to put away the red gauze, and she casually threw the blood-stained part on the ground, and said softly.

"You are defeated!"

Gongsun Weiyang's heart trembled, and when she looked up, she saw Gu Shengren turn around and leave.

Just like ten years ago.

Indifference, aloofness, contempt!

He couldn't help being furious, and the power of his soul surged up, and his aura condensed to a terrifying level in a blink of an eye.

Gu Shengren frowned, turned around to look, and suddenly said in shock.

"Are you crazy! Destroy your soul?"

"I am a dignified elder of Mofamen, I can die! But I must not lose! And twice!" Gongsun Weiyang shouted angrily.

"You all die!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw dense silver needles suddenly rising all over his body.

The silver needle reflected light, making Gongsun Weiyang's heart tremble.

Looking around, I saw Fan Jian calming his mind with one hand, manipulating those silver needles to point at himself.

"What are you doing?" Gongsun Weiyang asked, frowning.

"Don't do anything, just give it a try, it's faster for you to blow yourself up, or it's faster for me to kill you!"

Fan Jian smiled slightly.

One hundred thousand silver needles came in like a torrential rain, most of them were ejected, but there were still many that got into Gongsun Weiyang's body!
These silver needles spread all over the meridians of his body, instantly abolishing all the meridians in his body.

Everyone saw that the silver needle pierced Gongsun Weiyang's body, and then his momentum weakened instantly, he lay down on his back, his body jerked, and he died like this.

Seeing the Nascent Soul flying out, Fan Jian said hastily.

"Aunt Saint!"

Gu Shengren nodded, raised her hand, and Hongsha flew towards the Nascent Soul.

He saw a knife descending from the sky in an instant, cut off the Chilian Tianluo, and stuck it straight in front of Gongsun Weiyang's body.

"Forgive others and forgive them! Why bother to kill them all?"

Only a voice came, and then a middle-aged man flew down, stepped on the long knife with one foot, and looked at Gongsun Weiyang with regret.

"Although there is no prohibition on what you say, you can do it, but why do you self-destruct your soul?"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he waved his hand, and a green bottle appeared in his hand.

Seeing that he held the bottle in his hand and blew on Gongsun Weiyang's Nascent Soul, the Nascent Soul immediately flew into the bottle.

"If you let me manage things, you will manage it like this! Save your life, and the remaining ten years will be atonement!"

He murmured, shaking the bottle in his hand a few times, and then swiping his fingers, the Nascent Soul flew out and landed on Gongsun Weiyang's body, and flew back just like that.

Afterwards, Gongsun Weiyang's body began to tremble.

The man frowned and murmured.

"Is it so badly injured? What a waste of my elixir!"

As he spoke, he took out another small bottle, poured out a elixir and popped it into Gongsun Weiyang's mouth.

Fan Jian was stunned and said in astonishment.

"How can the Nascent Soul be rescued from the body?"

Gu Shengren frowned, shook her head and said.

"That's the earth-level top-grade magic treasure Spring Pot. As long as the Nascent Soul is separated from the body, it can be saved within a quarter of an hour. It's just that the cultivation level can't keep it. It's only ten years to live!"

"Gu Sheng is really well-informed!"

The man turned around with a smile, looked at Gu Shengren and said.

Fan Jian looked at his smile and his indifferent attitude, and two people suddenly appeared in his mind.

Xiao Guizang and Flute Medicine Buddha!
The name of the person in front of him is about to come out!
Among the three swords and four swords, Guan Shuya, the master of the Mofa sect known as the magic sword fairy!
"Are all the bosses so facialized?"

Fan Jian curled his lips and complained in a low voice.

Seeing Guan Shuya turn his head to look at Fan Jian, he immediately smiled and stretched out his hand and said.

"This must be the head of the Yunyumen, Fan, right? I've been looking forward to it for a long time!"

Seeing him reaching out his hand, Fan Jian subconsciously wanted to shake hands.

However, Gu Sheng frowned and shouted loudly.

"Fan Jian be careful!"

As soon as the words fell, Guan Shuya saw the light of the knife flickering between the five fingers.

Fan Jian was startled, quickly withdrew his hand and took a few steps back, frowning and said.

"Yin me? Are you a land god who is yin to me?"

Guan Shuya smiled awkwardly, withdrew his hand and said.

"Just kidding, why take it seriously?"

Gu Shengren stopped Fan Jianjian and said in a deep voice.

"Sect Leader, this matter is due to your Mofa Sect's wrongdoing. If you want to fight, our Yunyu Sect will accompany you at any time!"

"Gu Sheng, why bother to get angry!" Guan Shuya smiled and put away the knife and said.

"I didn't say I wanted to trouble you! It's just one or two people who die, it's a common thing!"