Liu Yan'er stood up from the withered grass, the charm in her eyes faded, leaving only a deep coldness.
The Waning Moon Sword on her back shone with a cold light.
"You want to challenge me?" Liu Yan'er asked, tilting her head.
Sing softly and close your eyes.
Liu Yan'er's strength is not weak, she is a second-level spiritual master at the peak, and she can sense that Liu Yan'er possesses a rare treasure, so she must have back-up moves and a trump card.
Qingge threw the hammer on the ground and kicked He Dongye away.
"We are all from lower planes, so why bother killing each other?" Qing Ge walked towards Liu Yan'er, "Since we have wine, why talk so much? Isn't it beautiful to drink and fight happily?"
The coldness in Liu Yan'er's eyes gradually disappeared, "Do you dare to drink my wine? This extremely strong wine, for those who have little capacity for alcohol, is not wine, but poison."
"A thousand cups will make you drunk." He sang softly.
Liu Yaner sneered and lifted up the withered grass, revealing dozens of jars of wine.
"The demon spirits are brewing wine. The corpse spirit is very strong. Do you dare to drink it?" Liu Yan'er crossed her arms and sang softly with a sideways glance.
"Why don't you dare? Since Mr. Liu is a member of the wine country, why not drink together?" Qingge closed her eyes and felt the drink.
The drink was good, but too strong.
If not, all the internal organs will be destroyed.
Liu Yan'er is charming and charming, but she didn't expect to dare to drink the devil's wine.
For the other cultivators in the West Tower, they were all stunned and stared at Qingge as if they had seen a ghost in the daytime.
Free drinks?
Who dares to drink the devil's brew?
On the other side, He Dongye was helped up, and there was a small shoe mark on his rough face.
He Dongye looked at Qingge, picked up the sledgehammer on the ground, threw it out of thin air, and hit Qingge with the heavy sledgehammer.
Qingge's eyes were sharp, and he took action in an instant. The Mingwang Sword in his hand shot out of the air, and the blade collided with the sledgehammer. The sledgehammer turned around and hit He Dongye's lower abdomen, pushing He Dongye back until He Dongye's back was hit.
The wall even had many cracks.
He Dongye frowned, and after his body trembled, he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, and his beard all over his chin was covered in blood.
Liu Yaner glanced at He Dongye lightly, and then looked at Ye Qingge.
"You're quite a bad-tempered person," Liu Yan'er said, "Let's have a drink together? Do you want to have a drinking contest with me? Why?"
"If I am the winner, I will rule the West Tower. If I lose, I will give you my head." Qing Ge pointed to his head.
Liu Yan'er looked at Qing Ge and shook her head.
"You are still young." Liu Yan'er sneered: "I admire your strength very much, and I admire you for being vigorous and decisive without being sloppy, but you have to remember that there is no one in the world, and in front of me, you dare to talk about winning or losing.
Victory or defeat? Don’t judge yourself." Liu Yan'er said: "I will give you another chance. From now on, you will follow me and the drinking competition will end here."
"Are you scared?" Qingge asked.
"You want to anger me?" Liu Yan'er's narrow apricot eyes gradually filled with scarlet mist, a cold and sharp look.
"Why bother with such nonsense? Just drink." The singer stretched out her hand, her spiritual power came out from the thunder nest, and the wine jar on the ground fell into her hand.
Qing Ge removed the red cloth seal and drank it all in one gulp.
Everyone's eyes widened, and their eyeballs seemed to fall out.
No matter how drunk you are, your scalp will go numb when faced with this demon wine, let alone a girl under twenty years old.
In the entire Ziling Garden, only Liu Yan'er dared to touch Demon Spirit Wine.
Everyone stared at Qingge intently, wanting to see Qiqiao bleeding and falling to the ground dead.
If you drink Demon Spirit Wine like this, you probably feel that your life is too long, right?
It's simply asking for death.
However, with a jar of wine in his stomach, Qingge had no other changes at all except for a slight blush on his cheeks.
Everyone couldn't help but think, could it be that the demon spirit wine had melted into water?
Otherwise, no matter what happens, this reaction shouldn't be there.
Qingge threw the wine jar on the ground, wiped the wine from the corner of her mouth, and looked at Liu Yan'er with a smile, "If you don't want to, I won't do anything to force others."
"Have a good time." Liu Yan'er picked up a jar of wine with one hand, "It's rare that you meet an opponent, so naturally you have to have a good time. If I win, I won't take your life."
In wine you meet your confidant, and in chess you meet your opponent.
This kind of thing is extremely rare. Drinking alone is too lonely. How could Liu Yaner let Ye Qingge die?
One jar after another.
Dozens of jars of demon wine were brewed, and they were all drunk in the blink of an eye.
The smell of wine wafted around, and because the demon wine was too strong, it was a bit distracting.
One mouthful at a time, keep drinking.
Liu Yaner smiled openly and charmingly.
The sound of crashing kept sounding.
When the last jar was cleared, both of them couldn't stand because the wine was too strong.
Liu Yan'er's eyes were hazy and hazy. She gripped the Waning Moon Knife tightly and pointed at Qingge, "I have a good capacity for drinking. Since I'm having a good time, why not have a fight?"
The feeling of regretting meeting a close friend in the mountains and rivers was vividly performed by Liu Yaner.
Sing softly and close your eyes.
People who love wine are all of the same temperament.
When you meet people of equal strength, you are called brothers.
No matter how much you talk, it's better to drink a few more bottles of wine.
Even though she was not drunk after a thousand cups and was still a little shaky at the moment, Liu Yan'er was no better than her.
In the final analysis, the two are tied, and it is difficult to tell the winner.
Qingge's depressed mood seemed to be released at this moment.
As Liu Yan'er said, drinking to your heart's content, how can you spoil your fun?
Qingge mentioned the Mingyue Sword, and the two of them coincidentally rushed outside the west building to the huge grassland and the sparkling lake.
As the sun sets in the west, the light of swords and shadows between you and me are more than just pleasures?
Both of them were fighting for their lives, which made other cultivators' hearts tremble. They were afraid that if Liu Yan'er died under Qingge's sword, they would be leaderless and would be bullied to death.
Liu Yan'er's body is as light as a swallow, as light as yarn, but full of momentum, bloody and cruel, and decisive in killing.
Because of this, people in Xilou are willing to call her Master Liu.
Even Xiao Shanyan, the owner of Zilingyuan, said that everyone else could die, but Liu Yaner could not live.
Bang!
When the sword comes out of the waning moon, the king of Ming is like thunder.
The collision between the two swords of King Ming and the waning moon was like an overwhelming force, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, alarming the entire Ziling Garden.
When Liu Suya arrived, she saw the two people exchanging blows, fighting each other for life and death, and the collision of spiritual energy.
And this is the style of the great spiritual master, how can it be compared to some fancy tricks?
Whether it is Qing Ge or Liu Yan'er, they have spent a lot of effort to become a great spiritual master.
Liu Suya frowned, Liu Yan'er couldn't die, Ye Qingge was really not a good person, he had a life and death duel with Liu Yan'er as soon as he came.
Liu Suya lowered her eyebrows, took a step forward, cleared her throat, and was about to scold, when a voice sounded from the west building, "There are still two jars of demon wine."
Suddenly, as if by magic, Qing Ge and Liu Yan'er received them together, rushed into the west building, and drank happily.
"As expected of Mr. Liu, he wields a sword like a tiger and his momentum is astonishing." Qing Ge took a sip of wine and praised.
"You're not bad either. Your swordsmanship is uncanny and unpredictable. It seems harmless, but in fact you have a hidden murderous intention. You almost got into trouble." Liu Yan'er said with a smile.
Liu Suya was stunned.
What is this thing called?
Didn't you just fight to the death? Why are you now pouring your heart out over Jiu Linfeng?