I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3992: Chapter 1903: Sword Unbinding (Part 3)

The sword wheel formed three-quarters of a circle, hovering behind Bazhun’an like a halo, with nine holes on it, as if something was missing.

"Sword wheel?!"

From the fourth... third position in the Burial Sword Tomb, Gu Qinger of the swordsman with nine swords shuddered violently.

The sword wheel, he was all too familiar with it.

This is something that almost every ancient swordsman majoring in Nine Swords Technique would cultivate, the sword wheel possesses nurturing power, even without knowing Witness Sword Technique.

Every sword embedded in the sword wheel can be nurtured while practicing the Nine Swords Technique, accumulating over time, when the nine swords resound together, the divine skill achieves great success.

Gu Qinger once had a dream.

He dreamed that one day, the sword wheel he cultivated would gather the nine famed swords.

Now a Sword Deity, he had yet to achieve this wish, only conquering The Bewitching Demon, ranked second on the list of famous swords.

Bazhun’an visualizes the sword wheel...

There are nine holes on the sword wheel...

After seeing that thing clearly, not only Gu Qinger, but also the Five Domains Ancient Sword Cultivators and even the black and white duo turned a bit green.

A single Crazy Eagle Sword Heavenly Unravel could instantly kill a Yama of one hall.

If he manages to bring out nine swords, wouldn’t all ten Yamas perish on the spot?

"Laborers!"

The black and white duo shouted explosively.

The eight muscular pallbearers moved without hesitation, delivering powerful punches straight out.

"Beng!"

With a booming sound.

The force wave traveled from north to south, the eight ghostly lights combined into one, punching a hole through the "Sky" of the divine palace Yin Cao.

Yet Bazhun’an disappeared again like petals.

"Here."

When the voice appeared, the crowd lifted their eyes.

The generals of Phantom City, who were played around by the small Fantasy Sword Technique, finally saw that white-clothed figure appear behind the black and white duo.

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The black and white duo turned their heads.

The black and white duo both performed Blood Escape, retreating behind the Judge Coffin.

They were not close-combat Yamas or pallbearers but rather the ranged messengers of Yin Cao, mages.

Bazhun’an chuckled softly, seemingly never intended to target them so soon.

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng..."

Behind him, one famed sword after another leapt out of the sword wheel.

First in the middle, then left, then right, continuing left, continuing right...

Repeating in sequence, ejecting The Bewitching Demon, Purple Heavenly Drunk, The Voice of Nulan, Ghost Wheel Sorrow, Divine-beating Crutch, Ting Chen, Green Scale Ridge, Wine Among the Moon, Sword of Great Sorrow.

Slow and rhythmic, like a death countdown.

"Crack!"

The pallbearer lunged with a punch.

Bazhun’an vanished like petals, appearing on the other side.

"Smash!"

The pallbearer followed with an elbow, then another heavy punch.

Bazhun’an gracefully disappeared again, reappearing on the other side of the Sky.

"Break!"

The pallbearer emerged again.

Everyone watched, looking like clowns.

They couldn’t even touch Bazhun’an’s clothing hem.

Their speed couldn’t keep up, combat methods were simplistic, and their battle consciousness was utterly crushed... Holy Emperor, could be so weak?

The eight pallbearers pursued mindlessly, exerting all their might.

The Yamas of the nine halls twitched, possessing only the Aura of the God of Death, even though they engaged, their strikes only landed on cotton.

The black and white duo, having awareness and strategy, crossed their scythes again, issuing another limiting command, but couldn’t even capture a target.

"Heh."

Bazhun’an smiled helplessly, even voluntarily lifting the Second World they hadn’t yet discovered.

His sword wheel was already cultivated, the nine swords within thrilled, charged up and ready to unleash.

He switched the sword in his hand, no longer the Crazy Eagle, but the gentle and warm Qingfeng.

Spiritual sword, Qingfeng!

The spiritual sword Qingfeng, ranked third on the list of famous swords, was held high by Bazhun’an before the sword wheel illuminated.

"Let me feed you a Qingfeng then."

"If you can catch it, I’ll bring out the sword wheel again."

"If you can’t, Brother Hua, this divine palace Yin Cao, I’ll sever it with one sword."

In front of the black and white duo, the eight pallbearers, and the Yamas of nine halls, Bazhun’an leisurely released the Qingfeng in his hand, letting it fall.

The spiritual sword quivered, transforming into three small green whirlwinds upon landing, about the height of children, looking quite amusingly like toys.

The three winds shook, dissolving into nine, suddenly splitting into nine sky-piercing world-ending Astral Wind tornadoes, tearing through the Yin Cao, advancing forward!

"Cloud Sea births tornadoes, clanging against the Nine Abysses."

"Shakes the Immortal Realm into chaos, shatters the Cyan Lake Sky."