"The wine is strong, and the drunkenness is surging. Mu Bugui raised the wine gourd, took a sip, and then said to the immortal in the pot: "Master, apprentice, please have a drink." With that, he threw the wine gourd very chic and smashed it into the pot fairy.

The fairy in the pot stretched out his hand to catch it steadily, but his eyebrows were frowned. For the Dionysian curse to be cast, you have to drink. At this time, Mu Bugui threw the wine gourd over, that is, he wiped out the opportunity to use the Dionysian curse. Li Mu, who was restrained by the shepherd, saw this situation, and couldn't cry or laugh. In order to prevent Mu Bugui from using the Dionysian Charm, he conceived many plans, and felt that the most important thing was to start with the point that he could not be allowed to drink. However, the current situation is that Mu Bugui himself has given up on using the Dionysian curse.

"Do you think you have the upper hand, so you don't bother to use the Dionysian curse?" This purple gold wine gourd was given to his beloved disciple at the beginning. He thought for a moment, crouched down, and placed the wine gourd on the ground. Then, he took out his own wine and took a sip.

"When I was young, I always felt that if things were done to the point of life and death, it would be okay. Mu Bugui touched his waist, a silver light flashed, and there was a slender soft sword in his hand. Like a long snake, his hand trembled slightly. "But people grow up. At this age, I always feel that there are some things that are important in how you die. For example, I killed you with the Dionysian curse and the sword technique of drinking hatred. ”

The hand of the immortal holding the wine gourd in the pot paused slightly, and said with a smile: "In the final analysis, I taught you." ”

After the death of Mu Haiqing, the father of Mu Haiqing, the Mu family's hateful swordsmanship was also lost. In the spirit of atonement, the immortal in the pot collected the swordsmanship mentioned by Mu Haiqing in his memory, plus the swordsmanship of the opponent he met later, Lin Lin finally got together. As the inheritance of the sword technique of drinking and hating, it was taught to the pastor not to return.

Mu Bugui picked up his sword and replied, "My good master, don't forget, you have lived for fifteen more years. Fifteen years can change a lot of things. After that, he looked at Liu Jiyang again, "Helper, I'll do the business first, and then deal with Hu Zhongxun, you have no opinion, right?"

Liu Jiyang smiled freely, "No, there is me and Lao Zhu to suppress the formation, you can let it go." ”

"Thank you. Mu Bugui held the sword in his right hand and aimed it at the immortal in the pot, and his left hand stretched out his palm to aim at Li Mu. "Master, you have taught me that when you fight against others, you must have no distractions and no worries. Now, I'll help you eliminate this concern first, and then, let's have a good deal with the master and apprentice. ”

Mu Bugui clenched his left hand and clenched it angrily into a fist. His out-of-the-ordinary drunkard held the wine gourd containing Li Mu with both hands, and then closed his palms together. Li Mu suddenly felt that there were two huge pressures squeezing towards him. He hurriedly resisted with luck, so as not to be slapped into persimmons by the drunkard's palms.

The fairy in the pot moved, and went straight to the pasture. If you want to save Li Mu, the best way is to let Mu Bugui have no time to take care of it. "Drink all the rivers!" The cactus in the pot came out together, and the true qi gushed out.

The Dionysian Charm is a method of luck and, strictly speaking, an all-or-nothing move. The fairy in the pot became famous at a young age, and naturally there were other tricks. In the end, these tricks have been washed and precipitated by time, and have become the loose moves of the immortals in the pot.

Drinking the river is one of the most straightforward moves. True Qi condensed and bombarded out. However, with the blessing of the strength of the god realm, this simple move has not become simple.

The true qi of the immortal body in the pot swirled and condensed into another tall figure-the god of wine. The immortal in the pot is called the god of wine. Dionysian drunkards, the same lineage, is like this.

Compared to the young of the drunkard, Bacchus looks a little old. The beard and hair are all white, and the body is no longer as tall as it used to be. What's more, as the god of wine, he doesn't have wine in his hands. Because the fairy in the pot can no longer use the Bacchus spell, the god of wine can no longer drink.

As soon as the god of wine appeared, he grabbed one of the drunkard's arms. With him fighting against the drunkards, Li Mu's pressure suddenly cleared.

The fairy in the pot had a solemn face, and exhaled, "Help the master go quickly." Drink!" His palms struck the sword of Mu Bugui, and the god of wine broke the drunkard's palms with a bang. Li Mu suddenly got into a gap and immediately turned over. Rolled on the ground for half a circle, and then pulled the signal fireworks in his arms. This action is done in one go and is extremely coherent.

The immortal in the pot caught a glimpse of Li Mu getting out of trouble, and was slightly distracted. Mu Bugui saw the opportunity, and stabbed him in the shoulder with a sword, and the drunkard also flipped his palm and pushed, grabbing the wrist of the god of wine with his backhand.

"Drink!" the fairy in the pot fought for the wound on his shoulder, and slapped the herd again and again. However, Mu Bugui was prepared, withdrew his sword and took half a step back, his left hand swept his body, and he punched the cactus heart in the pot. The true qi of the two of them gushed out together, and the waves of qi formed by the intersection spread out, blowing the fallen leaves in the courtyard and flying wildly.

The bigger battle was still to come, and the drunkard, under the manipulation of Mu Bugui, grabbed the hands of the god of wine and slammed his head into the face of the god of wine. Under the traction of the qi machine, the immortal in the pot was also beaten backwards.

The shepherd does not return to take the lead and does not let it go everywhere. His soft sword was linked, and just the moment the fairy queen in the pot leaned back, he was left with seven or eight wounds. This wound was only a flesh wound, and coupled with the fact that the true qi attached to the soft sword had invaded the meridians of the immortal in the pot, the immortal in the pot was definitely uncomfortable now.

Li Mu saw that the immortal in the pot fell into the downwind, and was ready to step forward to help. It's a pity that he was blocked by Zhu Dongyong. "Don't act rashly. If it weren't for the helper's desire to see who you could bring in, I would have killed you just now. ”

After all, the immortal in the pot is old, and his physical strength and true qi are not as good as the pastor. After three or four moves, he showed a hint of fatigue. But in the face of the shepherd who wants his life, showing fatigue is tantamount to showing defeat.

When Mu Bugui realized this, the victory or defeat was actually predestined. "That's it. My beloved Master. Mu Bugui laughed loudly, "After so many years, I can finally send you on your way." ”

"Boom. As he spoke, the young drunkard smashed the old Bacchus to the ground. The drunkard was still unsatisfied, and rode on the fallen Bacchus, and smashed down with his fists. Out of the gods, the heart and mind are connected. Every time it was smashed, the fairy in the pot trembled.

The expression of the immortal in the pot was extremely cold, and his eyes were also cold. He pulled out the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip. And his strange appearance seems to have sensed something. Bacchus looked back and sat down behind the fairy in the pot.

"The wine is strong, the drunkenness is surging, and the gods are drunk for a thousand years!" the fairy in the pot raised the wine and recited the opening sentence of the Dionysian mantra. "Criminal, do you dare to drink this cup?"