Help! This savior is too stupid!

Shan Qingyi is indeed blind, so it is not easy to learn sword.

However, Jiang Bai is the first one who dares to say it directly to his face.

However, Shan Qingyi thought about it carefully and nodded,

"That makes sense."

It does make sense.

While the few people were talking, the white-clothed drinkers on the periphery rushed forward and surrounded them.

The passage between the banquets was not wide, and could accommodate at most ten people in parallel. If the hand movements were added to reserve space for sword dancing, there would be at most six people.

If there were more people, they would affect each other and reduce the combat power of the joint attack.

Wei Junjie was on the left and right, and in front of him were six people holding swords, dancing with long swords in their hands, and the bright sword light carried soul-stirring light.

Once hit by this sword light, it would be either death or injury.

Wei Junjie didn't care about anything else, and both hands went out, two black lights flew out, spinning in the air at a very fast speed, and there was a blood line on the necks of the six swordsmen.

Dong-dong--

Six heads fell neatly to the ground.

But the moment his head fell to the ground, the drunkard and his body turned into mist and disappeared without a trace.

"Is that so..."

Seeing this scene, Jiang Bai nodded and said,

"Only when three thousand drunkards get drunk at the Wenxi banquet can we see the final drunkard..."

Drunkards get drunk when they drink too much, and being killed while dancing with swords is also considered drunk.

In this way, the choices before everyone are much broader.

And the nature of this sword dance has quietly changed.

From the beginning of "survival", it has become "kill as many drunkards as possible".

This is only the second round of Wenxi. To support until the ninth round, it is best if the three thousand drunkards can be solved as soon as possible.

The shuriken flew back to his palm, and Wei Junjie did not delay and threw it again.

Yu Guangze chose a direction, took advantage of the gap, and the flower sword jumped out like a venomous snake, aiming at the enemy's throat, and killing it with blood.

The enemies who attacked in the previous waves were like cannon fodder, breaking into pieces at a touch, and were unimaginably weak.

Neither Jiang Bai nor Shan Qingyi made a move.

The latter was still waiting for Jiang Bai to teach her how to use a sword, while the former was just watching the situation.

He knew that sword dancing was not that simple.

Otherwise, the host would not have kept Boss Cao here and there.

Sure enough, the mist transformed by the drinkers spread all around, and the drinkers inhaled the mist, and their bodies swayed and staggered, as if they were drunk.

After a short period of drunkenness, the swordsman in white came forward again.

This time, the sword light was faster and more fierce!

Wei Junjie used the same trick again, and the shuriken flew out, but he saw a swordsman in white turned around gracefully, just avoiding the shuriken, and hit the shuriken with a backhand, knocking the shuriken to the ground!

Bang-bang--

Two shurikens fell to the ground, and Wei Junjie was unwilling to continue to attack, but he heard a voice from behind the screen,

"The one whose sword falls loses."

"The loser returns to the table and drinks three cups."

Wei Junjie glanced at Jiang Bai, and after getting the other party's permission, he returned to his seat in a huff.

The white-clothed drinkers took the initiative to make way for Wei Junjie.

The wine on his table was fine, even if he drank three cups, it would be fine.

Jiang Bai raised his eyebrows slightly, this sword dance was not as simple as he thought.

The rules the host said were also true and false.

The one whose sword fell was defeated?

Is there really such a rule?

What if Jiang Bai and others took the initiative to admit defeat and threw away the swords in their hands, and when they returned to their seats, the white-clothed swordsman suddenly attacked?

Besides, with Jiang Bai's character, he would never take the initiative to give up the sword in his hand, which was equivalent to giving up the initiative and handing his life to others.

Killing the drinker will turn into mist, and other drinkers will become stronger by inhaling the mist...

The further this sword dance goes, the more dangerous it will be.

Although Wei Junjie was defeated, his mirror ghost is still there.

This time, the mirror ghost learned to be smart and kept a shuriken in his arms, and only used one, so there was room for error.

Without Jiang Bai's order, Jing Gui took the initiative to attack and threw out the shuriken, but the target was not the heads of the drinkers, but the swords in their hands!

Clang--

A long sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Crack--

A thin sword was covered with cracks, and finally it could not bear the weight and broke into countless pieces.

This time, Wei Junjie shot down a sword in the hand of a swordsman and shattered a sword.

The drinker whose long sword fell to the ground was in a state of dismay, stumbled back to his seat, and withdrew from the sword formation.

Is it really as the master said, the sword fell and lost?

And the man whose sword was shattered, could not bear the humiliation, roared, and actually hit his head on the ground, his face was immediately covered with blood, and in a short while, he turned into mist again.

As soon as the mist appeared, Jing Gui and Jiang Bai attacked one after another, the former snatched a part of the mist, and the latter was more domineering, directly sealing the mist into the wine jar!

This mist is the key to the drinker's strength.

As long as the mist is sealed, the way for the drinkers to become stronger will be cut off.

Jiang Bai glanced at it, and the mist in the wine jar condensed little by little, and finally turned into a small handful of wine!

This is not mist at all, it is wine mist!

Seeing this, Jiang Bai's face suddenly changed.

These drinkers are wine?

It's going to be bad!

Wei Junjie's discovery was similar to Jiang Bai's. The two of them discovered the truth one after another, and there was another strange change in the field.

The nearly 300 drinkers took the wine nearby, took out the wine jars and wine pots to drink.

The more they drink, the stronger they are!

Sword dances of this scale had never appeared at the previous Wenxi banquet. Even if the host requested sword dances, they were the kind of sword dances that made friends through dancing and entertained the guests. They were very artistic.

When it came to Jiang Bai and his friends, it was hard to say whether the artistic elements were high or not, but the bloodiness was extremely high!

The drinkers were drinking like cows, madly improving their strength. Jiang Bai and his friends could not sit back and watch, and they rushed forward.

Wei Junjie threw a shuriken with one hand and held a shuriken with the other hand, rushing forward.

Yu Guang held a flower sword and followed behind Wei Junjie Jinggui, protecting his two sides. Any drinker who came forward would be killed by his sword.

As for Jiang Bai...

He threw the long sword directly into the air, raised his right hand and pointed the sword, directing the long sword.

At the beginning, the long sword was flying shakily and could fall to the ground at any time.

Soon, Jiang Bai was familiar with the tricks of the flying sword, and the speed and power of the long sword were greatly improved. Every time he rushed into the drinkers, he could reap rich rewards and leave large patches of wine mist!

Although Shan Qingyi couldn't see what was happening outside, she was just blind, not stupid.

Obviously, after Jiang Bai separated his sword from his body, he once again did not follow the routine.

Shan Qingyi asked, "You call this sword dancing?"

"Yes."

Jiang Bai nodded, picked up a wine pot, took a sip of wine, and restored some immortal matter.

Faced with other people's doubts, Jiang Bai argued,

"Flying swords are a traditional performance item of Chinese civilization, with a long history and a long history!"

Yu Guang, Shan Qingyi:......