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

The boy's Sword Intent filled the entire space with sharp sword energy.

Behind him, wine swords began to condense.

The appearance of each wine sword made the sword energy in the space sharper.

When the last wine sword appeared, the boy's momentum also climbed to a certain limit.

It seemed that some other connection was established between the hundreds of wine swords, and their vibration frequencies were gradually synchronized.

Under the control of the boy, the hundreds of flying swords began to merge continuously.

Above Wang Xianxian, a giant sword began to slowly take shape.

The integration of each wine sword added a bit of terror to the giant sword.

Looking at the giant sword that was constantly taking shape, Lin Jiu's projection also began to release his killing moves.

"Today there is wine... Today is drunk..."

Lin Jiu's projection's voice at this time was like the ancient Taoist sound outside the nine heavens.

As the voice fell, a huge amount of wine appeared out of thin air and kept wrapping him up.

With the influx of wine, the huge Law Manifestation began to take shape.

Everyone who was paying attention to the college entrance examination focused their attention on the two people at this time.

This is a battle that will go down in history.

As the Law Manifestation and the giant sword gradually took shape, the barrier of the entire space also rippled due to the powerful force.

Finally, the huge Law Manifestation, which was 30 meters high, took shape first.

The huge Law Manifestation was like a Maitreya Buddha, and its bloated and funny body gave people an unprecedented sense of oppression.

At the same time, the giant sword above Wang Xianxian was only one piece away from the last puzzle.

He held the Xianxian Sword in his hand, kissed it, and then threw it into the sky.

The moment the Xianxian Sword sank into the giant sword, the world trembled!

Seeing this, Lin Jiu's projection took a sip of wine.

"Let's drink, don't stop!!!"

"Come on!!!"

After drinking, the huge Law Manifestation carried a huge wine pot of the same size as its right hand on its shoulder.

Then he carried the wine pot and smashed it towards Wang Xianxian.

Seeing this, Wang Xianxian also drank a sip of strong liquor.

He jumped suddenly and jumped directly onto the giant sword.

Looking at the huge wine pot getting closer and closer to him, the fighting spirit was rising!

"The wine is clear and turbid, the sword is leisurely..."

"Wine and sword go hand in hand, prove freedom!!!"

The roar rose, and the giant sword moved!

The next moment, the wine pot and the sword collided.

The boy's overwhelming Sword Intent, like a thousand feet of light, drowned everything.

Everyone watching this battle was shocked by the boy's burst of fighting power.

Even if the live broadcast screen was lost, it did not hinder the audience's expectation of the boy's victory.

After a while, when the light dissipated and the dust settled, what reappeared in front of everyone was...

The arrogant boy who stood firm!

At this moment, no one dared to despise the arrogant boy who boasted of defeating the Sword Emperor.

This boy used an unparalleled gorgeous performance to prove one thing to the world.

He is more qualified than anyone else!

The so-called arrogant words are more like prophecies!

Maybe, he can really do it!

Wang Xianxian stepped forward gently, and he looked at the projection of Lin Jiu, whose blood volume dropped to 1%, and was wrapped in golden light, and bowed again.

At this time, the projection body has become a little more illusory.

Obviously, Wang Xianxian's attack has caused him serious injuries.

Lin Jiu's projection stared at the boy's eyes and smiled with relief.

"Child, I found a familiar breath in your sword."

"So... it's you..."

"Child, I will be proud of you, and so will she."

"Go forward, you will see the person you miss..."

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Jiu's projection completely disappeared in this space.

And Wang Xianxian finally walked towards the entrance of the eighth floor!

As the boy's back disappeared, the ripples caused by this victory began to gradually spread all over the world.

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Tianjian City, Wang's ancestral home.

The conference room at this time was deathly silent.

The tenth elder stared at Yunjiu's back, and for some reason, a strangely familiar feeling arose in his heart.

The Supreme Elder clenched his fists, feeling uneasiness eroding his heart again.

'I seem...to have made a mistake...'

'what exactly is it……'

Wang Jiannian in the back row looked at Yunjiu on the screen, feeling a little more panicked for no reason.

'What's wrong with me? ’

Seeing that the surrounding atmosphere had dropped to freezing point, Murong Wan quickly stood up.

"Dear clan elders, Beichen is still young."

"When Martial Artist is just starting out, the age difference is particularly important."

"As the realm goes up, the two-year age gap will gradually be smoothed out."

"By then, I believe my son will be able to defeat Yunjiu."

Murong Wan was like a shot in the arm, injected into everyone's hearts.

The members of the Wang family present were all impressed by the powerful talent Yunjiu had just shown.

But they just clearly ignored the age gap between the two.

Wang Jiannian quickly stood up and spoke to his wife: "Elders, don't forget, Beichen is only 13 years old."

The tenth elder nodded: "That's true. We can't be too harsh on Beichen."

Then, the tenth elder continued to ask.

"Does Wang Xianxian have any clues now?"

Wang Jiannian's expression changed upon hearing this.

"Elder, please forgive me, we don't have any clues yet."

The tenth elder's face became a little warmer and angry: "Didn't I ask you to use clan tools to find his bloodline? Why don't you even have the most basic location clue?"

Faced with the questioning from the ten elders, Wang Jiannian was sweating profusely.

"Elder, according to your request, I will use my own blood to drive the clan's weapon to find the location of the evil obstacle."

"But, for some reason, the bloodline meter keeps spinning in circles and cannot determine the direction at all."

"Oh?" The Supreme Elder became somewhat interested, "How long has this situation been going on?"

"Reporting to the Supreme Elder, it has been like this from early morning to now." Wang Jiannian saluted and replied.

Hearing this, the Supreme Elder fell into deep thought.

"Unable to determine the location..."

"Is it a formation or a Secret Realm..."

——

Tianjiu City, the headquarters of the Brewers Association.

Lin Jiu looked at the young man's back, his vision gradually becoming blurry.

‘I am not as miserable as you think in the Wang family. I now have my own happiness. ’

‘So Master, please, please don’t have mercy on me. ’

‘Master, I will name him Xianxian, and he will be as free as an immortal. ’

'I will not regret it. One day, I will be proud of him...'

Tears kept flashing in Lin Jiu's eyes.

He lowered his head and gently touched the photo frame in his hand.

"Elegy, did you see that, that child defeated me, he defeated your master..."

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Kunlun Mountain, Linghuang Palace.

The Spirit Emperor looked at the young man in the sky, and his thoughts returned to the night not long ago.

'The fairy falls into the mortal world...'

Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught sight of his daughter beside him.

I saw Yu Xian'er covering her chest with both hands, her face bright and Spirited, and she was trying her best to restrain her inner excitement.

? ? ?

A majestic spirit, with several big question marks raised above his head.

——

Ninth Layer Tower of Babel.

At this time, the young man has already entered the eighth floor.

When the scenery on the eighth floor appeared in his eyes, the young man's body trembled.

The scenery in front of him was familiar to him better than anyone else.

Because that was his home...

for real……

There is a mother...

Home.