I have a passive skill.

A group of white clothes, with dozens of heads, slowly raised their heads as the figure climbed up.

That picture, simply!

"This is the rescuer who fell from the world?"

Xu Xiaoshou in the distance was still pleased at the fact that the appearance of the masked man could divert Gou Wuyue's attention, but seeing this scene, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Opposite is the Moonless Sword Immortal!

You act like this, how can I believe that the Holy Slave can kill the sky from this net?

This is even more ridiculous than me.

"Peach patter..."

The rain keeps falling.

In order to prevent his brother from encountering a second accident during the lift-off, the storyteller deliberately slowed down the speed.

It wasn't until he also realized that there was something wrong with the atmosphere that he directly shifted and pulled his brother to the same height as Gou Wuyue.

"Ignored, passive value, +782."

Seeing this message, Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, once the masked man reached the height, he did not do other things, the first move was to turn his head to look at him, and waved.

"come over."

brush.

Qiqi in white turned his head.

"Watched, passive value, +783."

Xu Xiaoshou's face turned green all of a sudden.

He wants to leave the battlefield.

He didn't even want to be in the middle of the fray for a moment.

But the masked man seemed to know what this guy was thinking, and said with a smile: "You will only die faster if you stay there."

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

He reacted immediately.

Yes, this is the battle between Dao and Taixu.

Such a small distance, to them, is a stone's throw away.

Hide, how could it be possible to hide?

"come over."

"Invited, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou gritted his teeth, didn't dare to think too much, and went directly behind the masked man.

"The war is starting, remember to block me..."

"Good."

The masked man cut off his words without turning his head.

"What are you looking at?" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

"Learn."

"Learn what... hmm?"

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes suddenly burst into light, "Could it be..."

He remembered that when he met the masked man for the first time, the other party said similar words.

After the sentence "Your way has been ruined by others", he shot directly, severely injured Xiao Qixiu, Ye Xiaotian, and several elders of the Linggong Palace, and escaped easily.

Could it be that at this moment, he would also show his might and break through this space with a flick of his fingers.

Then, under Gou Wuyue's watchful eyes, he led everyone, as if escaped from Tiansang Linggong, and fled far away?

Xu Xiaoshou looked expectant.

The storyteller next to him also had the same expression, the stars in his eyes almost fell out.

Tzenchov retreated a few steps.

When the first seat comes out, then the one who resists the pressure is no longer yourself.

The masked man didn't explain too much, and took action directly.

He was like an elder, as if he wanted to personally give some pointers, he took a step forward and took a step forward.

"Wait……"

Before the storyteller finished speaking in shock, the masked man trembled, staggered and fell forward.

"Certainly!"

With a clatter, the storyteller beside him hurriedly swipe on the ancient book, which lengthened the length of the invisible space platform, preventing the masked man from stepping on the air and falling again.

?

The anticipation in the eyes of everyone in white turned into shock, and everyone was stunned.

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

He took a long breath, but was choked and coughed again and again.

This is special, are you kidding me? !

The masked man glared back angrily, and then the storyteller shrank his neck in disbelief, as if he had completely forgotten the predicament just now, and threw his hands behind his back.

"Gou Wuyue?"

The Saint Slave, who was about to be completely overwhelmed by the aura of the white-clothed camp, was directly pierced by the sword intent with this indifferent words.

The masked man's shoulders are still bent, but when he relaxes slightly, the sky seems to be pierced.

It seemed that nothing in this world could hold him down.

"Momentum?" Xu Xiao was startled.

This scene is very similar to the last time I encountered such a predicament in the illusion of "Swallowing Mountains and Rivers".

In the world, a person who truly has absolute self-confidence cannot be crushed by any momentum, even if he seems to be only in the acquired state.

"Sword Intent!"

"This guy is also an ancient sword cultivator, he broke through the sword intent crushing of Senior Wuyue!"

"Good guy, what realm is this?"

"He is also a sword fairy, so easy..."

"Are you kidding me! Is this the Sword Immortal? There are only seven Sword Immortals in the world. Who has this guy's name?"

"Then he..."

"Senior Wuyue didn't do anything serious at all. His sword intent was originally used to fight against that young man just now, and it is insignificant at all!"

"Oh, is that true?"

Immediately, there was a commotion in the audio transmission channel in Bai Yi.

The sound of the rain was ticking, and under the quiet scene, there was a sea of ​​turbulence.

Everyone can see that at this time, the masked man is really confronting Gou Wuyue. In other words, it is hard steel!

"You know me."

There was no doubt in Gou Wuyue's tone.

He was able to judge directly from the masked man's first waking up and his two sentences of "Gou Wuyue" that the masked man in front of him really knew himself.

Therefore, there is no doubt in the voice of the voice.

"Buzz!"

The sword sounded.

Gou Wuyue bowed her head, holding the famous sword Nulan's voice tightly.

Ever since the masked man woke up, Nu Lan's voice seemed to detect an enemy of the same level, and the vibration was terribly strong.

How many years has this been seen?

Gou Wuyue frowned, said: "But you recognize me, I don't seem to recognize you?"

"As for the ancient sword cultivators in the world, if anyone is famous, there is no one who I don't know, so I should also recognize you."

"who are you?"

The masked man looked away from the famous sword Nulan's voice, curled his fingers, his hands were empty.

"The first seat of the holy slave."

After talking nonsense, the masked man continued: "But these are not important. What is important is that today's matter can be done here."

He scanned the white clothes around him and nodded slightly.

"The battle is very good, but give me face, let's break up and go back to our respective homes."

ha?

Everyone in white was dumbfounded.

Where did this second idiot come from? ?

It's fine that the young man was naive and cute before, but why is the first saint slave so conceited?

face……

With such a tone, he really doesn't take everyone here seriously!

"Hahaha!"

Among the white-clothed crowd, someone finally couldn't hold back.

This one or two, really thought they came here in white clothes, and they came here just to make a joke?

A burly figure flew out of the crowd, and with a flick of his sleeves, he said angrily:

"Who cares about you, let's talk about it after lying down!"

"Here are seven white-clothed squads, plus a 'covering the country's canopy', and even the off-field support of seven or eight hundred holy guards is used, and it can't be broken even if Taixu comes."

"You holy slaves, are you full of clowns? Do you really think that with a little bit of lip service, one by one can stand up to the sky?"

"In my opinion, Senior Wuyue doesn't need to talk nonsense with them, just kill them!"

As soon as he raised his hand, the white clothes underneath couldn't stand up anymore.

"Right!"

"Senior Wuyue, don't tell them, the time has dragged on for a long time, maybe..."

"Bah, it's over!"

Apparently, a fact that seemed indifferent to the masked man became a sarcasm in the ears of this group of people.

After spending so much manpower and material resources, they didn't come here to listen to the show.

Gou Wuyue frowned, but said nothing.

The burly white-clothed flying man seemed to have received an order, he straightened his chest, and pierced the masked man with scorching eyes.

"The covering of the country?"

The masked man murmured: "I have heard it a little...but, who are you?"

"My name is Cheng Yuan!"

"How big?"

"32!" Cheng Yuan said proudly. At 32 years old, being able to dress in white clothes does have something to be proud of.

"What cultivation base?"