Wine Sword Immortal: Divine Level Winemaker, Drunkenly Kills Tianmen!

Under the moonlight, the young man stood in front of the purple-robed captain, raising his sword high.

"Why stop me?"

“Why stop our dreams?”

The sword in the young man's hand stabbed hard, and the purple-robed captain spat out a mouthful of blood again.

But his blood was almost the color of ink.

Feeling his weak body, the purple-robed captain looked desperately at the terrifying young man above him.

The mission failed, and the scary thing is that he didn't even know the reason for his failure...

I don’t even know how he failed...

Since joining the Five Poison Sect, he has never encountered such prey.

One second, he was hiding in the distance thinking about how to hunt the other party. The next second, the other party's knife had already penetrated his body.

But he couldn't even resist at the most basic level, and could only be reduced to a doll, to be played with at will.

"Why...why is this happening..."

The purple-robed captain felt extremely unwilling deep in his heart. He could not accept such a death.

There was pleading in his eyes, and he was begging the young man to give him an answer.

However, after Wang Xianxian read his eyes, he smiled even crazier.

"You are longing for, longing for the truth, and I admire people who seek the truth."

"But..." The young man slowly raised his sword, "You shouldn't stop me from completing my dream..."

"So you should take your questions and go to Huangquan Road to find the answers."

呲——

The sword blade sliced ​​across the purple-robed warrior's neck, blood sprayed mercilessly into the air, and a head full of despair and unwillingness rolled to No. 995's feet.

Looking at the familiar expression of despair on No. 995, the ferocious smile on the young man's face became even more terrifying.

"Hello...we meet again..."

"The little cuties you raised are really nice..."

The sound that sounded like a spring from the Nine Netherworld made No. 995 unable to help but take a breath.

Almost instantly, the doubts in No. 995's mind were cleared.

At this time, the air was filled with a strong aroma of wine.

Poison wine...

Seeing No. 995's face of sudden awakening, Wang Xianxian licked the corner of his mouth.

"Poison... is such a good thing..."

No. 996 sensed that his body had become extremely weak due to the poison, and he completely resigned to his fate.

He finally plucked up the courage and raised his head for the last time.

"I should be drunk now."

"The boy you are traveling with can control the smell of alcohol, and you seem to be able to do the same..."

"No, your ability to control spiritual wine is much better than his..."

"We poisonists are particularly sensitive to smells, but none of us noticed the aroma of alcohol at all."

"In other words, your control over spiritual wine has reached a level that is unimaginable to ordinary people."

"I'm afraid we were already drunk before we stepped onto the riverside and saw you..."

"When our captain released the Dream Purple Moon Butterfly, you probably controlled the spiritual wine in the air, mixed it with the poisonous powder on the butterfly, and directly pulled us into the illusion..."

"Finally, you came to us and launched a unilateral massacre..."

After analyzing everything, No. 995's body began to tremble crazily.

"Drunk without knowing it..."

"Who are you..."

During the conversation, No. 995's vision became increasingly blurry, and finally he raised his head and fell heavily to the ground.

Wang Xianxian, who was standing there, suddenly stopped smiling and became unusually silent as he looked at the blood and stumps all over the ground.

He tortured his soul.

'Who am I...'

Longing for the past and people who only appeared in dreams began to appear in the young man's mind.

Memories are always the loudest in the quietest moments.

'Who am I...'

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