"Good wine, good wine! I am intoxicated, and it is really interesting!" The knife man put the gourd to his mouth, and poured it violently, "I didn't expect that your wine is getting better and better, and the aftertaste is faint and fragrant, which makes people think about it!"

"This is my hard-earned brew, just this pot, you have to drink less, it is my confidant, day and night with me, never separated, I just rely on it to walk the rivers and lakes, it is my most faithful companion!" said the bald head roughly, ignoring the crowd present.

The robbers looked left and right, and looked again, not knowing what to do.

"Is this the only pot? Okay! This pot will be mine first!" When the swordsman heard this, he actually stuffed the gourd into his arms, tied his belt, and tied his clothes tighter.

"Let's take care of the matter here, let's find a place where no one will disturb you later, if you can defeat me, this pot of wine will naturally belong to you! If you lose, hehe, you can go to the side and drool! Take this plug and stuff it first, or I'm afraid you will spill it on me!" The bald head threw the plug at the knife man again.

"Look at your stingy appearance!, let's send them away first!" This time there was no hidden strength in the stopper, and the knife man easily grabbed it, took out the gourd from his bosom, plugged it with the stopper, and put it in his arms.

"If you want to live, run quickly!" Before the swordsman could make a move, the wine monk had already rushed towards the robbers, shouting as he went.

The robbers were panicking, but the drunkard suddenly fell to the ground, and all the robbers were overjoyed, and they all laughed. I took a closer look at Meimei's back, but found that the wine monk was rolling on the ground, saying that it was rolling, but in fact his body did not touch the ground, about a foot above the ground, and his body kept rolling. As he rolled, one palm pressed upwards from time to time, and as soon as he pressed it, the man rolled faster, and at once rolled to the side of the robbers.

The smiles on the robbers' faces froze suddenly, and the wine monk rolled to the feet of the robbers without stopping at all, and continued to roll under the feet of those people, and all the people who touched him fell to the ground, and the people behind reacted, holding the weapons in their hands and slashing them. Although the wine monk was on the ground, it was as if his whole body had eyes, and all the swords and spears were so far from his body that they could not touch his body.

"Okay, you wine monk, you're good at acrobatics! Bandits, if you want to live, leave quickly, and if you don't want to live, take me two tricks to play!" The knifeman's voice came from afar.

His voice was still floating in the air, but his people sprang out of the air, and flew over the heads and shoulders of the robbers, and all those whom he had trampled on fell to the ground. He passed as if the sorghum in the field had been cut in the middle.

At last some of the robbers were frightened, and a few of them fled from behind.

The swordsman carried the knife and stepped all the way over the heads of the people, until he reached the place where the wine monk was rolling on the ground, and dozens of people were run over by the wine monk. The wine monk stopped rolling this time, changed his posture, slapped the ground with one palm, and swept his feet on the ground. Every once in a while, when he was about to land, he slapped his palm on the ground. His move made everyone scramble, and they couldn't cope with it for a while, and a large number of them were all thrown to the ground by him with this trick.

At this time, an accident suddenly happened, and the knife man ran from the heads of everyone to the side of the wine monk, and his hand fell with a knife, and suddenly slashed at the head of the wine monk, stretched out a kick, and kicked him in both feet. The wine monk seemed to be jealous of him, and his body shrank, and at the same time avoided his two moves, and a harrier on the ground turned over, stood up from the ground, and shouted at the knifeman: "Isn't it fun to play?

"What's the point of killing hundreds of robbers, let's kill robbers and learn at the same time!" The knife man circled a robber next to him with a knife and turned his back on the knifeman, the knife man slapped the robber on the back, and hit the robber and flew towards the wine monk, but the wine monk kicked the lower abdomen of the robber flying towards him, and under the impact of two internal forces left and right, he almost twisted the robber into a twist.

The robbers swarmed up, only to see the wine monk with his hands on his chest, and shouted loudly: "Amitabha! My Buddha is merciful, but he also subdues demons and destroys demons, and today I will send you to reincarnate as soon as possible, which can be regarded as a good deed, and I will get a catastrophe for you!"

shouted out, put on a set of boxing fights, staggering, staggering, but it was a set of drunken boxing, but this drunken boxing, less alcoholic, more murderous, one move, corresponding to the return of a life.

"What a monk of wine and meat, and dare to proclaim the Buddha's name! Be careful that the Buddha will send you into the eighteenth layer of hell, so that you can't be reincarnated, and you can't be reincarnated!" The swordsman slashed his long knife this time, splitting all the robbers around him in half, and those robbers couldn't avoid his stab in the waist no matter how they blocked and dodged.

"My name is called 'one wine and half monk'! Wine is the most important, the monk is secondary, and the most important thing to be a monk is to have a Buddha heart, not a form!" The wine monk on the ground is another trick 'He Xiangu is drunk and sleeping**', supporting the ground with one elbow on the ground, supporting his head with his hand, and sweeping his feet around the ground. He evolved this trick into a masterful one, just at the beginning of the roll on the ground and the back of the palm slap on the ground, even the kick and sweep are evolved from this trick, this wine monk will this set of 'drunk eight immortals' can be said to be practicing perfectly.

"You must have made it up! I've only heard 'Wine and meat have pierced the intestines, and the Buddha is in my heart!'" The swordsman slashed down a robber, and then said, "But what you say is good, just like when I walk the rivers and lakes, I don't need any nickname, I am a real swordsman! Only the souls of the souls under my swords know how lucky they are to die at my hands! My swordsmanship only makes them feel hearty, they don't have to suffer at all, they are not wronged at all, because they died at the hands of real swordsmen!"

The swordsman flashed around in the crowd, but he still used the same trick, blocking his waist and slashing. The crowd was full of corpses and blood, and the knife man was holding an ordinary knife in his hand, but no one could dodge his move.

The swordsman was killing the rise, but he couldn't help but stab a figure in the slash pounced, the swordsman didn't look at it, a knife slashed, the figure became in half, but it turned out that the wine monk caught a robber and smashed it at him. The swordsman looked in the direction of the wine monk, cut down several robbers around him, and rushed towards the wine monk.

The wine monk sensed the motive of the swordsman, dangled among the robbers, grabbed the robber and threw it at the swordsman, the swordsman was unceremonious, and the robber who threw it was a knife.

"The two of us have a good cooperation, I'll throw you and cut it, saving time and effort!" The wine monk shouted with a smile in the crowd.

"We've been fighting before, but today we've set a precedent and cooperated!It's just that you're hiding around this time, is it because you don't have a weapon in your hand, and you don't dare to hand it over head-on!" the knife man replied with a smile as he slashed, as if it was not a person who split it in half with his knife, but firewood.

"If you are holding a world-famous magic knife, I am also afraid, but what you are holding in your hand is a broken wood knife that you picked up out of nowhere, what is there to be scary!" The wine monk staggered in the crowd, grabbed people when he saw them, grabbed them, and threw them all at the knifeman.

"A real master, Kataba, can kill people, what kind of divine weapon do you need to pursue?" Although the swordsman said this, he couldn't hide a trace of loss on his face.

The two of them are here to fight and fight, laughing proudly, and everyone's attention is all on the battlefield. I asked Meimei to continue to lower her height, carefully observing the two masters, and this time even the look on the swordsman's face was captured.

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