Tang Lian rushed forward and punched the golden-backed sword.
He has no fear against the sword of Vajra with his physical fist.
Because there is a swordsman standing behind him.
How to break the Overlord's Sword? Tang Lian asked the Four City Lords for advice on this question to prepare for the next confrontation with the Raging Sword Immortal.
He said that it would be enough to defeat him with one move and be more domineering than him.
He said, use soft power to defeat it, no matter how aggressive the attack is, it will be useless if it cannot hit or come out.
He said that if you fight in a group, if you can't beat one person, just call in others.
But now, after drinking six glasses of Starry Night wine, I can defeat it in one blow!
Tang Lian punched out, directly facing the golden-backed sword, and his momentum was like a rainbow, unstoppable.
Xie Jidao sneered again and again, thinking that this man might have gone crazy after drinking:
"My brother Xie Qida was killed by you because his skills were inferior to others, but I will be stronger than him!"
"boom--"
Before the fist and knife touched, the true energy rushed forward first, the rain curtain exploded, and the water droplets were thrown back above the clouds.
The next moment, Tang Lian suddenly exerted her strength, her eyes oozed red blood, and she roared:
"break!"
With a series of crisp sounds, the big beheading knife shattered in Xie Jidao's shocked eyes.
Taking advantage of the opponent's daze, Tang Lian used his internal energy and pulled his palm, and the fragments of the big chopper were all sucked into Xie Jidao's body like a magnet, and flew him twenty feet away.
His heart and lungs were torn, his spine was shattered, and his internal organs were all holes. He was already a corpse.
Tang Lian couldn't hold on any longer. It was as if there were millions of insects biting him, and the backlash of the Starry Night Wine was about to torture him crazy.
He wandered towards the tea shop and said with a sad smile:
"Four City Lords, take action as soon as possible when they come, so I don't have to fight so hard..."
"Haha, you are so drunk that you are stupid, apprentice of the Brewmaster? You are not even one percent better than the Master of Brewmasters."
Suddenly, a sneer came from the mud, as well as seven rays of murderous intent.
Tang Lian looked back and saw that it was the seven Su Zhans he had defeated at the beginning.
They have been pretending and are just waiting for this last moment.
"The last glass of wine, you will die if you drink it."
"But you can't survive either," Tang Lian said with difficulty, holding the last cup of Yaoguang in her hand, but she was confused in her heart...
As for the Fourth City Lord, could it be that he was just hallucinating when he was drunk?
"Why bother?" Su Zhan said, "Our target is not you, and there is no extra reward for killing you. Why not just go to the opposite side and go to different sides."
Tang Lian laughed wildly:
"What kind of thing is your underground river? How dare you talk about it?"
"Do it!"
Su Zhan spoke coldly, and the seven people rushed towards him together, with extremely murderous intent.
Tang Lian did not hesitate, and just as she was about to drink up the Yaoguang, a hand appeared out of thin air, blocking the mouth of the cup and slowly pressing down.
"Stop drinking. Six glasses is the limit."
Tang Lian was overjoyed. It turned out not to be a hallucination. The Four City Lords were really here.
The figure in black is carrying two swords, and his face looks like the sword god Junjiro, the contemporary Aoki swordsman.
Fang Ping glanced at the seven Underwater Killers, the sword light flashed in his eyes, the sword's intention had arrived first before the blade came out.
The seven people trembled all over, as if they were being targeted by natural enemies. Not only were their attacks suspended, they could not even hold their swords firmly.
But the matter has come to this, and there is no way out.
"So what if I'm a swordsman? As long as you raise your sword, I'm not allowed to swing it?!"
Su Zhan led the seven people to attack again, but saw Fang Ping wave his hand, and a golden light occupied his field of vision.
The consciousness of the seven people was lost in the golden light.
After a few breaths, everything calmed down. The rain stopped and the wind stopped. There was only the sound of raindrops falling from the leaves and falling into puddles.
"Crack-"
There was a soft sound, as if something fell in the mud.
When I looked back, I saw it was Tang Lian.
Fang Ping's hand emitted golden light, and he carried Tang Lian into the tea shop, placed it on the table, and drew the talisman calmly.
"Fourth City Lord...you must have been here a long time ago." Tang Lian said angrily, the backlash of the Starry Night Wine made her miserable.
The Fourth City Lord is right, after drinking the seventh cup, he really won't be able to survive.
Fang Ping said calmly:
"I've been here for a while."
"Just watch me get beaten...?"
"Didn't I remind you?"
"..."
You know how to remind.
Fang Ping had arrived a long time ago, probably when Tang Lian drank the first glass of Starry Night Wine, and was in no hurry to take action, because this battle was Tang Lian's opportunity.
Only through life and death can one be reborn. If one has not experienced the sky is high and the road is far, how can one know that the forest is deep and the sea is vast?
Only by fighting some fights can you grow, and some things can only be understood by experiencing them yourself.
"What do you think if I settle everything for you?" Fang Ping cast a Zhu You Technique and asked.
Tang Lian pondered for a moment:
"I think... maybe I have some regrets, regrets that I didn't try my best."
Fang Ping made another breath adjustment blessing and said:
"This is your valuable experience, digest it slowly."
After some treatment, Tang Lian felt much better. The pain from the insects gnawing at her bone marrow disappeared, and her uncontrollable muscles were relieved.
But my head is still a little dizzy.
She was about to get up, but her meridians were so painful that Tang Lian couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.
"Have a rest and stop moving."
"But Tianqi..." Tang Lian frowned slightly, but he still wanted to help.
Lei Wujie was so dull, Sikong Qianluo was so reckless, Xiao Se and Ye Ruoyi were busy here and there, no one was watching the two of them, and they didn't know what was going to happen.
Fang Ping said:
"Everyone has their own way to go, don't worry about it, and your current body can't control it."
Hearing this, Tang Lian was startled and asked about the specific situation.
Fang Ping explained:
"Three cups of Starry Night Wine are just right for you, four cups are barely enough, five cups are dangerous, six cups are close to death, seven cups are sure to kill you.
"Zhu You healed the injury, but the meridians did not heal so quickly. Let it recover on its own and it will become stronger.
"As for time, just lie down for a month."
"..."
Tang Lian twitched the corner of her mouth and asked:
"Does it have to be a month?"
"If you want to leave a hidden disease that will affect your future cultivation path, you can do it now," Fang Ping said nonchalantly.
After Tang Lian made a choice, she nodded and made up her mind:
"Okay, I'll leave it to them later... Fourth City Lord, I have a request. Can you send me to see Master?"
Instead of returning to Xueyue City or Tangmen to recuperate, it is better to stay with the master and study more. There are many things I want to say to him.
The Mysterious Realm is so fast that it only takes half a day to leave from the north to Penglai Immortal Island, and it only takes one spiritual thought to leave the body.
Fang Ping nodded:
"If you want."
So, Fang Ping took Tang Lian and took off, shining thousands of miles in the clouds.
The latter was somewhat flattered and said:
"Fourth City Lord, you don't need to accompany me, just use your mind clone."
"What do you think I am?" Fang Ping asked.
The Aoki Sword Fairy who came here is already a clone of Shensi, how can he create another one?
...
Half a day later, after sending Tang Lian to the Immortal Island and chatting briefly with Baili Dongjun, Fang Ping's thoughts dissipated and he opened his eyes on horseback.
At this time, it is dusk and the sunset is on the west side of the mountain.
Sikong Changfeng led Ma to ask:
"It's been a long time since we've been there. Did something happen to you?"