Chapter 1745 If I lose the game, I will give you the head!
Liu Yan'er stood up from the dead grass, her charm faded, and only a deep coldness remained.
The waning moon knife on her back was shining with a cold light.
"You want to challenge me?" Liu Yan'er asked with her head in a slant.
Sing and keep your eyes closed.
Liu Yan'er's strength is not weak, she is a peak second-level spirit master. Moreover, she can sense that Liu Yan'er's possession of a rare treasure must have a second move and a killer weapon.
Qingge threw the hammer to the ground and kicked He Dongye away on the ground.
"All people in low-level planes, why should they kill each other?" Qingge walked towards Liu Yan'er, "Since there is wine, why should you say too much? Isn't it beautiful to drink and fight happily?"
The cold air in Liu Yan'er's eyes gradually disappeared, "Dare you dare to drink my wine? For those who have very little alcohol content, it is not wine, but poison."
"No drunken for a thousand cups." Qingge said.
Liu Yan'er sneered, lifting up dead grass, and dozens of jars of wine were exposed.
"The demon spirit makes wine, and the corpse is very strong. How dare you drink it?" Liu Yan'er wrapped her hands around her chest and glanced at Qingge sideways.
"Why don't you dare? Since Master Liu is a native of the country, why not drink together?" Qingge narrowed his eyes and sensed the wine.
The drinks are good, but they are too strong.
If it is not bad, all internal organs will be destroyed.
Liu Yan'er was charming and charming, but she didn't expect to dare to drink the magic spirit to make wine.
For the other practitioners in the West Building, they were stunned as if they were staring at Qingge in the sun.
Drinking?
Who dares to drink the Demon Spirit to make wine?
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 sledge hammer on the ground, threw it out of thin air, and hit Qingge with a heavy sledge hammer.
Qingge's eyes were cold and he made a move in an instant. The Mingwang knife in his hand broke out of the air. The blade hit the sledgehammer. The sledgehammer turned direction and hit He Dongye's lower abdomen, pushing He Dongye back until He Dongye's back hit
On the wall, the wall even cracked many cracks.
He Dongye frowned, and after his body trembled, he opened his mouth, blood gushed, and his chin-covered beard was covered with blood.
Liu Yan'er glanced at He Dongye lightly, then looked at Ye Qingge.
"It's a bad temper." Liu Yan'er said, "Drinking together? Do you want to compete with me for wine? What?"
"If I am the winner, the West Tower will be ruled by me. If I am defeated, the head of the neck will be given to you." Qingge pointed to his head.
Liu Yan'er looked at Qingge and shook her head.
"You are still young." Liu Yan'er sneered: "I appreciate your strength very much. It is admirable to act recklessly and without dragging it out. But you must remember that you dare to mention the winner and lose in front of me.
Be victorious and defeat? Overestimate one's own abilities." Liu Yan'er said: "I'll give you another chance. In the future, you will follow me and fight for the wine, and that's all."
"Are you scared?" Qingge asked.
"You want to anger me?" A scarlet mist gradually appeared in Liu Yan'er's narrow and long apricot eyes, and a cold and sharp look.
"Why do you have that kind of empty thing? Drink it." The singer stretched out, and his spiritual power came out from the thunder nest, and the wine jar on the ground fell into her hands.
Qingge lifted off the red cloth seal and drank it all in one gulp.
Everyone's eyes were wide open, and their eyes seemed to fall out.
Even if a person who is not drunk for a thousand cups will have a numb scalp when facing this magic wine, let alone a girl under twenty years old.
In the entire Ziling Garden, only Liu Yan'er dares to touch the Demon Spirit Wine.
Everyone stared at Qingge intently, wanting to see the scene of bleeding from the seven orifices falling to the ground and dying.
I'm afraid I feel that I'm living too long?
It's simply a desperate situation.
However, a jar of wine entered the stomach, Qingge had no other changes except for a slight red cheek.
Everyone couldn't help but think, could the magic wine melt the water?
Otherwise, no matter what, this shouldn't be the reaction.
Qingge threw the wine jar to the ground, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Liu Yan'er with a smile, "If you don't want to, I won't do anything to force people."
"Happy." Liu Yan'er picked up a jar of wine with one hand, "It's rare to meet an opponent, so you have to drink it very well. If I win, I don't want your life."
Meet friends when you drink wine, and match opponent when you play chess.
Such a thing is particularly rare. Drinking alone is too lonely. How could Liu Yan'er let Ye Qingge die?
One jar, one jar.
Dozens of jars of demon spirit made wine, and in a blink of an eye, they were all drunk.
The smell of wine drifts away around, and because the magic spirit wine is too strong, it is a bit charming.
Drink one jar at a time, and drink endlessly.
Liu Yan'er smiled flamboyantly and charmingly.
The sound of clamor continued to sound.
When the last jar was solved, both of them couldn't stand it and the wine was too strong.
Liu Yan'er's eyes were blurred. She clenched the Cangyue Knife and pointed at Qingge, "Because you have a good alcohol tolerance, you might as well fight?"
Liu Yan'er's mood of meeting a soulmate when he meets a mountain and flowing water is vividly interpreted by Liu Yan'er.
Sing and keep your eyes closed.
People who love wine are indeed the same.
When you meet someone of the same strength, you will be called a brother and fellow Taoist.
No matter how much you say, it is better to drink a few more jars of wine.
Even though she was not drunk for a thousand cups, she was still a little shaking at this moment, but Liu Yan'er was not much better than her.
After all, it is difficult to win or lose if two people tie.
Qingge's depressed mood seemed to be released at this moment.
As Liu Yaner said, how can you disappoint the fun when you drink it to the fullest?
Qingge picked up the bright moon knife, and the two of them coincided and rushed to the west building. The huge grassland was sparkling by the lake.
As the sun sets, the sword lights and shadows come and go, not just enjoyment?
Both of them showed the momentum of fighting for life, which made the other practitioners tremble, fearing that Liu Yan'er would die under Qingge's knife, and they would be left without a leader and would be bullied to death.
Liu Yan'er's body is as light as a swallow, as light as a gauze, but she is full of momentum, bloody and cruel, and decisive in killing.
It is precisely because of this that the people from the West Building are willing to call her Master Liu.
Even Xiao Shanyan, the lord of Ziling Garden, said that everyone else could die, but Liu Yan'er could not move for a lifetime.
Bang!
The waning moon appears on the knife, and the bright king is like thunder.
The collision of the two swords of the waning moon and the Ming King was like a rush of mountains and seas, the sky collapsed and the earth broke, alarming the entire Ziling Garden.
When Liu Suya arrived, she saw the two of them fighting, killing and killing each other, and the spiritual energy collided.
And this is the style of a great spirit master, how can some fancy moves compare?
Whether it is Qingge or Liu Yan'er, he has spent a lot of effort to become a great spirit master.
Liu Suya frowned. Liu Yan'er couldn't die. Ye Qingge was really not a good man. He fought with Liu Yan'er for life and death as soon as he came.
Liu Suya lowered her eyebrows, took a step forward, cleared her throat, and was about to scold her, a voice sounded in the west building, "There are two more jars of demon spirits to make wine."
Suddenly, as if he was a magic trick, Qingge and Liu Yan'er received it together, rushed into the west building, and had a pleasant shout.
"It's worthy of being Mr. Liu, who is like a tiger with a knife, and his momentum is amazing." Qingge took a sip of wine and exclaimed.
"You are not bad either. The sword technique is smooth and unpredictable. It seems harmless, but in fact it hides murderous intent and almost touches your way." Liu Yan'er smiled.
Liu Suya was stunned.
What is this called?
Didn’t you give me back to the death just now? Why are you starting to tell your heart by drinking wine? (To be continued)