I have a passive skill.

Xu Xiaoshou felt cold.

It was the same as meeting the storyteller at that time.

Sure enough, I can't get out!

But thinking about it, the storyteller has become so strong.

If Bai Yi didn't exile the entire space under such a prepared situation, then Cen Qiaofu and the others probably wouldn't be interested in listening to their own beeps just now.

"Can……"

"Do it?"

Feeling the suppressed atmosphere, Xu Xiaoshou glanced at each other, Gou and Cen, who were full of murderous intent, had soft feet!

"Wait a minute."

He lifted the disappearance state and appeared from far away.

Everyone in the field immediately turned their heads and stared at the past.

"Suspected, passive value, +611."

"Conjecture, passive value, +499."

"This guy……"

"That's right, did this guy disappear just now? He didn't die? I thought he died on the spot."

"Disappearance technique!"

"If he is Wen Ming, it should be the disappearing technique... There is still space to move, my good guy, what is the origin of this guy, so many magical skills?"

"This cultivation is still alive, it's already amazing..."

The white clothes talked a lot, and finally remembered that the fuse of the confrontation between the two sides was actually the young man who should have died in the collision.

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji..."

Gou Wuyue turned her head to look at the young man, a look of sincerity flashed in her eyes.

The magical disappearance technique, and the space rules that should not appear on young people with low cultivation...

No wonder this guy was able to make fun of the storyteller in the White Cave!

In the first round of verification, Gou Wuyue got the answer she wanted.

He didn't continue to speak, but turned the sword back with his backhand, and slowly covered the scabbard.

"despair."

"Sneak attack, passive value, +1."

Nima!

Seeing Gou Wuyue withdrawing his sword, Xu Xiaoshou thought that the matter was over, so he was thinking about his words, thinking about how to say it better.

Unexpectedly, this move is exactly the same as his "West Wind Withered Snow"...

Do not!

Enhanced Edition!

Once the body disappears, it appears.

Xu Xiaoshou looked indifferent.

But relying on the powerful "swordsmanship proficiency", he found a gap at the critical moment, allowing the invisible sword energy to pass through the body.

Indirect immunity to damage!

"Rumble rumble..."

But there was a muffled sound from far behind.

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head in shock, seeing a scene he will never forget.

I saw that the shadowy mountain peaks buried in the clouds and separated by countless thousands of miles, at this moment, seemed to have been filled up by a painter.

A straight horizontal line cut through, and the smoke and dust billowed, like the noisy sky before the volcanic eruption.

The mountain range was actually broken!

From west to east, it is difficult to see the border with the naked eye, but the mountains are so up and down under this sword...

broken!

Cut the peak with one sword, piercing the sky!

"Ah, motherfucker..."

"This, is the Sword Immortal?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he saw God!

Where is this person?

This is fairy! !

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought he was dreaming, a daydream that was so absurd to the extreme and so funny that it would make people laugh.

Not really.

That dream really happened, right in front of my eyes, just thousands of miles away.

The scene that should have been out of reach is now shocking.

It is conceivable how big the movement must be in a place thousands of miles away.

——That is even scarier than a volcanic eruption!

"I……"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't hide it anymore, he felt that if he didn't say anything, he really had no chance to say it.

but……

He does have a handle.

The handle is Gou Wuyue's apprentice, Lu Ke who is still frozen in Yuanfu's refrigerator.

But now, does he dare to take it out?Dare he say it?

Xu Xiaoshou's calves were trembling.

He has seen the real Taixu, the real power of the sword fairy.

A true power without the suppression of the small world space, and one of the world's rule-makers, so he has no scruples about making a move.

The damage of this sword really refreshed the peak combat power in his world view.

"I……"

Xu Xiaoshou swallowed, but stuttered for the second time.

He shook his fingers a few times, feeling that his clothes could no longer cover the sweat under his armpits, and something was dripping down.

Can I really take out the Luke ice sculpture?

Can I say it?

Are these "handles"?

Will Gou Wuyue be afraid of threats?

"Whoo~"

With mixed feelings in his heart, Xu Xiaoshou closed his eyes heavily.

God, where are you, please come quickly and save me!

I can kowtow! ! !

Help--

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Chapter 594 The Face of the First Slave

"Sword Intent?"

Stuck at this critical juncture, the eyelids of the sleepy masked man on Tzenchov's back trembled, and slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he raised his head, his eyes focused on the billowing dust and smoke thousands of miles away.

Immediately, he turned his head belatedly, and looked at the middle-aged man in the blue robe who was facing the young man and left his back to him.

"Gou Wuyue..."

The masked man murmured in a low voice as if reminiscing, and he was thinking about something in his cloudy eyes. It took a long time to fix his eyes on the famous sword in Gou Wuyue's hand, the voice of Nu Lan.

"Buzz!"

Responding to the sound of the sword, there seemed to be a monster wind blowing in the sky and the earth, howling again and again, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Many people in white clothes were alerted immediately, and their attention was turned away from the young man in the distance, and fell on the masked man who was awake.

"elder brother!"

The storyteller called out in surprise, "Are you awake?"

"No problem?" Cenchov asked with his head tilted, his back shook, and the person above him fell off.

"No problem."

The masked man responded, but the foot was subconsciously a little bit in the void, but suddenly woke up that he had lost the ability to stay in the air.

He woke up instantly.

The group of people in front of them are talking in the sky!

as predicted.

next second.

"Whoosh!"

The person who fell from Zenchov's back seemed to be stepping on the air in his sleep, and his body fell directly to the ground.

"I……"

The masked man was immediately speechless.

Fortunately, the storyteller's reaction was extremely fast, and with a touch of his hand on "Yin Yang life and death?", the masked man landed on the space platform he created in a flash of golden light.

"..."

The whole audience was stunned.

Question marks slowly appeared on the faces of many white clothes.

If the information is correct, the person who fell from Cenchov's back should be the head of the Holy Slave.

But the first seat of the dignified saint slave can't even fly?

"Why are these goddamn holy slaves so weirder than the other?"

"Forget about the young man. I thought that the first seat of the holy slave was suppressing his cultivation. I never thought that he is really acquired? He can't even fly?"

"Let's go, what is this and what is it!"

The appearance of the masked man out of the situation, like a shit stick, directly shifted the confrontation target in the field.

Gou Wuyue turned around and looked back.

As soon as he lowered his eyes, he saw the masked man who almost fell to the ground.

"Forehead……

The masked man looked up, with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face.

He wants to talk.

Immediately after realizing that this highly unequal way of speaking is not only a waste of time, but also makes the other party weaker, he immediately turned his head to look at the storyteller.

The storyteller understood, and with a move of his hand, the masked man slowly floated into the air.