"Of course." The man heard Ye Qiao's reaction and grinned, "I can predict your sword skills and actions in the next second. So don't struggle."
He can see the future scene in advance, including the opponent's actions.
Ye Qiao stared at him dimly. Thinking of the mustard seed bag that was taken away, her mood fluctuated even more violently. "Oh, it was a foreknowledge."
Without seeing Jun in his hand, the black sword spirit took shape in the sword. Ye Qiao said expressionlessly, "Kill him."
"good."
The man smiled confidently, "Oh, it's a killing sword? It's really fierce."
Bu Jianjun became annoyed when he heard his chattering. Black sword shadows fluttered, forming a space divided in four directions to carry out a siege. Ye Qiao drew out the Feixian Sword, and at the same time, while he was dodging Bu Jianjun, she threw out the other three idle swords.
Prediction is indeed predictable.
However, the man could never have predicted that someone could use five swords at will.
The prediction speed cannot keep up with her speed of changing swords. Feixian Sword and Jinghong Sword, each sword has different attributes and is a predictive inheritance. They are invincible in a one-on-one fight, provided that the opponent does not have so many tricks.
Seeing Ye Qiao wielding five swords in a row, each with different attributes, he felt that the images in his mind became confused, and gradually became chaotic from being at ease. First, he needed to dodge the sword spirit's cutting, and then dodge her five spirit swords with different attributes.
Because they are swords with different properties, his methods of dealing with them also need to be constantly adjusted.
How can a normal person's brain adjust to this?
Just because he has this foresight doesn't mean he can remember everything he sees.
Ye Qiao's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He was really angry when the mustard bag was taken away. The Frost Sword flashed by, and the shadow of a white-haired loli appeared in front of him. She folded her hands in front of her, as if she was forcibly awakened. She opened her eyes with a bit of coldness, and uttered one word expressionlessly: "Die."
The ice-blue sword shadow turned into a sharp ice knife and pierced into the man's flesh. His expression was completely frozen.
People can't, or at least shouldn't, have so many sword spirits, right?
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