Help! This savior is too stupid!

The good sword dance has changed from an art film to a martial arts film, and in Jiang Bai's case, it has become a fantasy film.

Flying swords to take people's heads became a reality in Jiang Bai's hands.

With Jiang Bai's strength, if he works hard, he will definitely not be able to sustain it for a long time.

Fortunately, Jiang Bai found the trick.

The drinker is transformed by wine. Jiang Bai only needs to use [Cun Zhi] to briefly restore the drinker to his original shape, and then take the opportunity to knock the sword to the ground or break it, and he's done.

But here in Jiang Bai, the consumption of [Cun Zhi] is not big.

First, with the blessing of [Human Humanity], [Cunzhi] can restore itself.

Secondly, the fine wine Jiang Bai intercepted from the wine mist and wine jars can replenish Qi and immortal substances after entering his throat.

Once in and out, we can actually achieve a balance of payments.

Jiang Bai's killing efficiency is getting higher and higher, and the number of drinkers is getting smaller and smaller.

but,

The situation is not so optimistic.

Recalling the flying sword, Jiang Bai lowered his head and glanced solemnly.

His sword has been struck hundreds of times and is now full of cracks and can no longer hold up!

"So that's it. It's not the people who can't hold up the sword dance, but the sword."

After Jiang Bai, Wei Junjie Jinggui, and Yu Guang fought several times, nearly one-third of the three hundred drinkers died, and more were still coming to the crowd.

And Jiang Bai's long sword can no longer hold up, and he can kill at most fifty more, no, thirty!

The other two people encountered similar situations as Jiang Bai.

Kagami had already lost one of his shurikens, and Yu Guang's foil sword was bent into an exaggerated arc, making it difficult to thrust out normally.

They knew very well that once the weapons in their hands were completely broken, they would be forced to withdraw from this sword dance.

At that time, will Jiang Bai face the remaining drinkers alone?

Just as Wei Junjie was thinking about countermeasures for several people, a sleepy voice came from behind Jiang Bai,

"Get out of the way."

Shan Qingyi, who had been sitting on the giant sword watching the show, jumped down from the hilt of the sword and raised the giant sword taller than himself with his backhand.

Jiang Bai gave up half of his body, and Shan Qingyi dragged his giant sword forward to clash.

The way she dragged the sword was not like using a sword, but more like... using a knife.

A whistling sound flashed past his ears, and the heavy sword swept out, making a big spin in the air, knocking away everything in the way.

That's right, it's not cutting it off or crushing it, it's knocking it away.

This giant sword has no edge.

Shan Qingyi had not made a move before, but was trying to sharpen the sword. After working for a long time, he only managed to sharpen the sword tip on one side.

At this moment, facing the siege of many drinkers, Shan Qingyi stepped in to rescue him. Naturally, it was impossible to waste his sword on these drinkers.

She slashed several times and created an open space in the crowded aisle. No one dared to get close!

There were dozens of drinkers sent away by her alone!

It seemed majestic, but Jiang Bai and others could see clearly from behind that these few blows had taken a huge toll on Shan Qingyi. At this moment, it was difficult to hold the sword with both hands and lift it up, and his calves were still trembling slightly.

If fighting outside, Shan Qingyi would never be in such a mess. Not to mention 300 drinkers, she could kill all 3,000 drinkers fairly.

Jiang Bai immediately had the answer in his heart,

"The influence of past lanes..."

This is an incident in the past, and everyone's strength has been naturally suppressed.

Jiang Bai is okay, because his strength has been suppressed, and the suppression here is nothing. Returning to Past Alley is like going home.

Shan Qingyi is different. They are all members of the fifth mysterious tide. When they come to the wedding banquet, they have to start practicing again as soon as possible and resist the drunkenness of the wine.

Shan Qingyi's sudden explosion was all due to the accumulation of previous rounds of moonlight wine, which was all wiped out at this moment.

What's worse is that Shan Qingyi's giant sword has begun to crack!

"grass!"

Wei Junjie, who was watching, was so anxious that he cursed in a low voice,

"Is this sword fake?"

He must be impatient, all emotion, without a trace of skill.

If Jiang Bai is forced into a desperate situation during the sword dance, with Wei Junjie's understanding of Jiang Bai, this man will definitely dare to overturn the table!

"Don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Bai walked to Shan Qingyi and said jokingly,

"Fake swords are stronger than this!"

As a senior fake shoe experience officer, Jiang Bai has a better say in this regard.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but smile a little.

But the smile gradually turned bitter.

There was no way, there were still more than half of the drinkers in front of them, but everyone's weapons were seriously damaged.

The drinkers didn't give any time to breathe and surrounded him again.

Shan Qingyi took a deep breath and raised his sword to fight again.

Jiang Bai lowered his head and glanced, but saw some clues.

Part of Shan Qingyi's giant sword was exposed to the moonlight, and the fine lines on it were slowly healing!

If the person holding the giant sword was Wei Junjie, he would definitely be able to observe it immediately.

It's a pity that Shan Qingyi is blind, so he will suffer some losses in this aspect after all.

She did not lift the sword, but frowned and whispered,

"Jiang Bai, my sword is heavier."

Jiang Bai did not answer immediately, but cast his gaze into the distance.

If he remembered correctly, many drinkers' swords had been shattered before, and the broken swords fell to the ground.

At this moment, Jiang Bai looked around and saw that there were no traces of debris anywhere on the ground, only puddles of wine stains.

Combined with the changes in the giant sword in Shan Qingyi's hand, Jiang Bai immediately came to a conclusion and replied calmly,

"Well, your sword got wet."

sword?

Water got in?

Wenxi Banquet, Drunkards...

Drunkards are wine, and will turn into wine mist after being killed...

What about the swords in their hands?

What are they made of?

An answer emerged in everyone's mind-wine.

"Whether it is true or not, we will know it after a try."

Jiang Bai did not delay, picked up a cup of blood wine on his table, and splashed it on the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand.

Swish--

When the blood wine touched the Qingfeng, it was like cold water hitting hot iron, and countless mists rose immediately!

In the blood-red mist, a black shadow flew out, passing at a very fast speed, and drew a beautiful arc in the air.

After the arc, more than a dozen drunkards stood still, exploded one by one, and turned into wine mist!

And the black shadow, quietly suspended in the air, exuding a deadly charm.

Everyone looked up and saw that it was a three-foot sword, but it was no longer Qingfeng, but was coated with a layer of blood.

"This is a wine sword, using wine to strengthen your sword..."

Jiang Bai's discovery did not make everyone happy for too long.

Because, while they were repairing their own weapons, other drinkers also did the same thing.

They picked up the wine on the table and poured it on their swords!

For a while, more than a hundred drinkers held various lightsabers at the banquet.

Yu Guang wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

Jiang Bai sighed,

"There is a kind of beauty that backfires..."

Before, the drinkers had not used wine to strengthen their swords to prevent Jiang Bai and others from learning.

Jiang Bai pointed this out, and the drinkers stopped pretending.

Good news: Jiang Bai and his group got strengthened

Bad news: The enemy got a stronger strengthening

Without wasting time, Jiang Bai exhaled a breath of turbid air, murderous aura flashed in his eyes, and the flying sword above his head flew out again. There was only one choice left in this situation,

"Kill!"