The life of the Golden Dome Dao Leader gradually faded away with the stripped true qi, and his eyes became bigger and bigger, and his eyeballs were almost about to come out of their sockets. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After about half a cup of tea, Yuhe Zhenren suddenly let out a long howl, and the disciples of the Emei Sect who were facing away from him turned their backs to the human wall, and then the howl turned into a cry, "Brother Jinding, you died so miserably." Poor Dao must kill that traitor Liu Yu and avenge you!"

The original hard-faced old Taoist Yuhe Zhenren who was not reluctant to speak became a person who could act better than Youling in an instant, and he held the head of the Jinding Daoist and howled.

The disciples of the Emei faction saw that the master was paralyzed in the arms of the Jade Crane Zhenren, his pupils had diverged, and there was no breath in his nose at all.

Yuhe Zhenren forced himself to hold back the smile in his heart, he saw the sword that fell beside the golden-topped dead old man, stretched out his hand and took it, and said to the disciples of the Emei faction: "Poor Dao wants to use this sword of Jinding Dao brother to avenge him, and use the blood of Liu Yu's traitor to honor him, so that his spirit in the sky can rest in peace!"

The disciples of the Emei faction bowed to him and fell to the ground, "This matter is entrusted to the real person, the real person is sent, and the Emei faction will not hesitate!"

Yuhe is truly humane: "Yes, I am in the same breath as Brother Jinding Dao." Since the traitor has harmed him, he is my Yuhe's number one enemy, and this revenge must be avenged!"

He said goodbye to the disciples of the Emei faction with the sword of the Golden Dome Dao Chief, and returned to the disciples of his own sect in fluttering clothes. His fingers rubbed the bracket on the hilt of the Golden Dome Dao Chief's sword, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He had long seen through the mystery of the Golden Dome Dao Chief's sword, and wanted to take it for himself, but he couldn't find the opportunity. Now that he has a poisonous sword in his hand, and he has the internal strength of the masters of the two factions, he thinks that Liu Yu must not be his opponent. There are two disciples of the Kongtong faction who have lost their lives with this Liu Yu's subordinates, and this revenge will definitely be avenged!

He turned his head to look at Liu Yu, who was drinking with the group not far away, and saw that he was still not falling, and his face couldn't help but turn pale, and a chill arose in his heart.

At present, the grass is full of broken wine jar fragments, and there are not many unopened wine jars left. The more Qunxiong and Liu Yu drank, the more stunned they became, and they couldn't believe how this young man drank so much. There are still people among them who do not believe in evil and come forward to toast more and more.

Jimod stood behind Liu Yu, looking at his back, feeling quite apprehensive in his heart. In case this young man gets drunk, after the Darul faction loses the protection of this person, everyone in the whole sect will definitely not be protected, and even the master's life will not be saved.

At this time, another Kongtong sect disciple came forward viciously to fight with Liu Yu, and Jimod was afraid that Liu Ji would have some accidents, so he hurriedly ordered a junior disciple to help him hold the master Nakaba on the ground. He himself stepped forward with the jar of wine that Liu Yu threw to him, and said, "Liu Shaoxia, don't drink it, let me honor them for you with this jar of wine." ”

Although he doesn't drink much, he still has a small amount of strength, and he can block an altar for Liu Yu.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yu turned around and laughed at him, "No, no." You can keep this jar of wine first, it will be of no use!"

After hearing his words, Jimod retreated to the disciples of the Darur sect with the wine jar in his arms, and watched Liu Yu continue to fight with everyone.

Gradually, the sun rises in the east and shines on the early morning grasslands. There were no cattle and sheep, but a large group of martial arts people from all over the world were lying on the ground, all drunk.

Liu Yu pointed to the only six jars of wine left on the ground and said, "There is a martial arts competition soon, who wants to drink with me?"

Yeluxuan was a little stupid when he saw the situation in front of him, and said faintly: "Don't say it, you kid can really drink." Luckily, I only compete and don't drink, otherwise I would definitely not be your opponent!"

He has always been dissatisfied with Liu Yu's martial arts, thinking that this person could beat him last time by the river, but he just relied on daring to fight hard. However, in the matter of drinking, he had to admire him, and it was estimated that the most capable men in the Khitan combined, could not compare to this person.

Liu Yu shouted several times, and none of the remaining sober people wanted to come up and drink with him. The old man with seven injuries has already suffered his loss, and he wants to compete with him with his fists and feet in the next competition. The same is true for Yuhe, he has the internal strength of the two masters, and this scar-faced boy is definitely not his opponent.

The bronze horse was covered in blood, he held the long knife, and snorted at Liu Yu, then put the knife on the ground, and spread his hands at him, "You know that I am injured and can't drink, otherwise I will accompany you to drink the rest." You know, I'm also a very good drinker!"

Brother Liu looked at him, his eyes revealed a trace of grievance, and he said in his heart: "It's okay if you don't drink, if you have something three long and two short, I'm afraid I won't live either." ”

Liu Yu's eyes were drunk, and his gaze fell on the red-topped sedan chair that was protected by the people of Quanzhongmen. A person who looked like a leader in front of the sedan saw what he meant, stepped forward and hugged his fists and said: "Liu Shaoxia, our master has never liked to drink, don't be surprised." Our master said, everything is in the martial arts arena!"

Just when the scene was deserted, Xiao Canglan, the hero of the Qingcheng faction who had been standing at the back of the crowd, suddenly stepped forward with a sword, "I am willing to accompany Liu Shaoxia to drink the last few jars of wine!"

He exerted force in his palm, the scabbard suddenly stretched forward, picked up a jar of wine from the ground, fell into his hand, and said in a long voice: "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes into the sea and never returns!"

Liu Yu's heart perked up after hearing this, this is the poet fairy Li Taibai's "Will Enter the Wine", the meaning of the words is long and sad, it can be called the swan song of the ages, and then replied: "You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk!"

The two raised the altar to drink each other, and Xiao Canglan, who had always been introverted by nature, seemed to be a different person at this moment, and his face was red and radiant. Liu Yu stretched out his palm and patted him on the shoulder, but he didn't dodge. Liu Yu said: "After drinking so much wine today, only Xiao Daxia can be regarded as a character!"

In "Will Enter the Wine", he sings:

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you!

It's just that in a moment, the six jars of wine on the ground were drunk, of which Liu Yu drank four altars and Xiao Canglan drank two altars. Liu Yu turned his head to look at the scattered clouds in the eastern sky, and said: "Today's battle, life and death but by the will of heaven, please take care of Xiao Daxia!"

Xiao Canglan arched her hand at him, and the white thread rice bucket embroidered at the bottom of her sleeve loomed, "Liu Shaoxia, don't worry, even if others don't, I will collect the body for you!" (To be continued.) )