Attack from three sides and cooperate with each other tacitly.
But still the same sentence.
Rigid.
It needs instructions every time to act, just like a machine.
So Zhou Qiubai didn't move.
The robot's routine is actually just like that.
So he pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword and shook it slightly.
The moment the sword was unsheathed, no one could see clearly.
Only a very light buzzing sound was heard, and then...
A ray of silver light bloomed from Zhou Qiubai's waist, and the sword body, as thin as a cicada's wings, reflected dazzling light in the sunlight.
The light only flickered for a moment, but it made the seven people squint their eyes subconsciously.
Just this moment.
Cheng Jin's ax blade was empty.
He only felt that his eyes were blurred, Zhou Qiubai was no longer where he was.
The thin sword slid past the axe blade, the blade bent into an incredible arc and twisted gently.
Cheng Jin's wrist went numb, and there was severe pain in the tiger's mouth. Bronze Battle Axe flew out.
At the same time, Zhou Qiubai's body rotated, and the sword light swept backwards.
The agility and attack boy felt a flash of silver light in front of his eyes, and before his claws had time to exert force, they were entangled in the sword.
The sword was so soft, as soft as a ribbon, yet so sharp that it made people feel scared.
After just one twist, the young man felt as if his hands were pricked by countless fine needles, and the strength was exhausted instantly.
And Green Vine also got involved.
Zhou Qiubai didn't even look down.
He just tapped the ground with his toes, and his whole body jumped up three inches like a fallen leaf blown by the wind.
Just these three inches allowed all the Green Vine to slide through the soles of his feet without any of them getting tangled.
Point, prick, apply, pick, wrap.
With this sword, he used all five characters.
In the field, Zhou Qiubai landed steadily.
When the sword light rose again, he turned into a gust of wind.
The White Clothes Sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, had no fixed shape in his hand. Seven people were surrounding him, but they seemed to be fighting wits with the air.
You can never guess which direction the next sword will come from.
Cheng Jin picked up the battle ax and was ready to go. He suddenly shouted and Soul Power opened it fully.
Third Soul Skill, Mountain Splitting Slash!
Bronze Battle Axe suddenly tripled in size and was chopped off with the momentum of splitting mountains and seas.
Zhou Qiubai raised his head and glanced at him.
At that moment, Cheng Jin suddenly remembered a poem.
He didn't know why he thought of this poem, but the coldness and indifference in that look reminded him inexplicably of the moon on an autumn night.
Hanging high in the sky, untouchable.
Then, he saw the sword light.
The sword light rose from the bottom up, without any sound or momentum, it just met his Mountain Splitting Slash so quietly.
The moment the sword and ax met, Cheng Jin thought he had heard wrongly.
He heard a very light and fine "ding", like a silver needle falling on jade.
Then, his battle ax deflected.
With just a slight touch of the thin sword, his full blow missed by three inches.
Three inches, no more, no less, just enough for him to chop into the air.
Cheng Jin knows that the other party is already deliberately controlling it.
Otherwise, he would have already lost from the beginning.
But...
He is not convinced!
He has worked hard for so long just to have a stage to prove himself and bring his family back to life, so he cannot fall here.
But at this time Zhou Qiubai's sword had been withdrawn. With a shake of his backhand, the sword bent into a Full Moon shape and flicked lightly.
Cheng Jin felt a soft force coming from the sword body, and he involuntarily took three steps back.
When he stood still, he found that four people were already lying next to him.
The control boy looked at his hands in shock.
His Green Vine was cut into seventeen or eight pieces and scattered on the ground.
Zhou Qiubai stood in the middle of the seven people, and White Clothes was spotless.
He was holding the thin sword, and there was not a drop of blood on it.
"There's still half a cup of tea," he said, his voice clear.
The remaining two people looked at each other, their hearts set in, and they gritted their teeth and rushed forward.
Zhou Qiubai did not move, but shook the sword slightly.
The sword trembled in his hand and made a very light and fine buzzing sound.
Then, the sword light bloomed again.
Halfway through the rush, the two men found themselves surrounded by sword shadows.
Every sword shadow seems to be real, but also seems to be fake.
If you reach out to block it, it will slip through your fingers. If you don't block it, it will suddenly appear in front of your throat.
They stood there, not daring to move.
Zhou Qiubai put away the sword.
The sword light faded away, and the Silver Lotus disappeared instantly.
The sword is sheathed and the movements are understated.
"Time's up."
The seven people stood there blankly, staring at him.
Cheng Jin looked down at himself.
His whole body was unscathed. But he knew that if Zhou Qiubai wanted to kill them, these seven people would already be seven corpses by now.
That sword is really terrifying.
Not because it's sharp or fast, but because it's so obedient.
The sword in Zhou Qiubai's hand is like a finger growing on his hand.
If you want to prick, you can prick, if you want to entangle, you can entangle, and if you want to close, you can close.
What's even more frightening is that he never used Soul Skill from beginning to end.
Cheng Jin took a deep breath, cupped his fists and said, "Thank you Brother Zhou for showing mercy."
Zhou Qiubai waved his hand. "It's not merciful, it's unnecessary."
Cheng Jin was stunned.
Zhou Qiubai looked at him and said, "The seven of you were killed out of twenty-seven people based on your ability. How much sweat you shed and how much hardship you endured, you know best in your heart. I am taking away your quota today, not because you are not good, but because the rules are like this."
The weak follow the rules, while the strong make the rules.
He's better than them, that's why.
The seven people looked at him blankly, speechless for a moment.
The young man from the control department suddenly asked, "Then... can we still play games in the future?"
Zhou Qiubai thought for a while and looked at Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan smiled, "Junior Martial Uncle said that if it is your fault, he will be willing to grant your wish."
The seven people looked at each other, their eyes flashing at the same time.
Why do these poor families work so hard? It's not for the sake of their precarious family.
Ordinary civilians are either vagabonds or hooligans. Their humble background is a little higher than the common people, but their status is somewhat embarrassing.
The nobles looked down upon them, and the common people looked down upon them.
Cheng Jin bowed deeply. "Thank you Mr. Chen, thank you Brother Zhou, thank you Brother Yang."
Yang Guyun nodded expressionlessly as a return gift.
Zhou Qiubai suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, where are those people you just beat?"
Cheng Jin was startled and subconsciously answered, "In the medical room."
"Is it seriously injured?"
"One had two broken ribs, one had a dislocated arm, and another... was knocked unconscious by the handle of my axe."
Zhou Qiubai was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Yang Guyun: "Did you just say, 'Fortunately, I'll be there'?"
Yang Guyun nodded.
Zhou Qiubai sighed, "Indeed."
If it's Yang Guyun, then all seven people should be lying in the medical room now.
On the sidelines, Chen Xuan gently turned a page of the book and looked down at the words on the page.
Yang Guyun glanced at him. "What are you looking at?"
Chen Xuan didn't even raise his head. "<Sword Scripture>."
Yang Guyun was silent for a while and suddenly asked, "When will you take action?"
This person has read so many books, and there is also the so-called Self-Created Soul Skill.
You obviously have such strong strength, why don't you take action?
Or should I say...
Isn't it the right time to take action, or is it to hide your strength?