Chapter 1089: Sword breaks the soul!

The sixth floor of the restaurant is full of vocals, and it is extremely crowded in a narrow space. ; Music; text; novel www.lw ＋
When I heard that someone was going to challenge "Drunk Nine", many people on the other floors of Qinghuang's first floor asked about it, and they all poured in here, wanting to see what happened.
Drunk Jiu, if the nine cups are not drunk and the nine cups are not dead, you can make a request to the first floor of Qinghuang, no one knows who made it!
However, the horror of Soul Sword Blade Wine is well-known from far and near. At first, some people had the challenge of suspicion, but all were cut to death by the soul!
At the moment, surrounded by the crowd, Ye Wushuang and Feng Yan stood in front of a table, and on the table, there were two jugs of wine and two blood jade wine glasses.
"Are you ready, Soul Sword Spirit Wine, three glasses of wine, six glasses of Dinghaoxiong, nine glasses of real men, today I will testify with everyone here, no matter which side, as long as the challenge is successful, the first floor of Qinghuang Are willing to agree to a request! "
On one side, Qingshui smiled slightly and then shouted, "Let's start now!"
"So, let's go!" Feng Ye also sneered sneer, and the fierce man next to him stepped forward, looked at Ye Wushuang with a sneer, and raised the jug to pour wine.
Ye Wu's two-sided color was leisurely and stood still. Behind him, Qian Qiu stared at him dreamily, hesitated for a while, and whispered something in his heart before he stepped forward to pour wine.
what!
Seeing this, Qingshui was surprised. He knew that Qianqiu Shenmeng was also a powerful heavenly pride, but now he is willing to pour wine for Ye Wushuang, only to say that others cannot believe it!
The onlookers also had weird expressions, showing envy and jealousy, beauties pouring wine, and they had never thought of such treatment.
"Drink, drink!"
As the wine filled up, the crowd beside him also drank.
Feng Yan lifted his glass and filled his throat frantically. Suddenly, his body trembled.
"Pour wine!"
After a moment of silence, he put down his glass and sang loudly.
The fierce man poured two more cups in a row, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd Feng Feng poured it into his throat.
His body trembled, his face twitched a bit, the big man was dripping, the wine knife cracked the soul, and the kind of pain that he couldn't bear even the longevity of his life was almost unbearable. The pain in the soul was more terrible than heartbreaking.
A moment later, Feng Feng just returned to looking!
"Drink three glasses of Soul Sword Spirit Wine, and Feng Feng has a good drink!"
The crowd just watching it saw this, and couldn't help but admire it. It could bear three glasses of wine and had surpassed too many people.
"it's your turn!"
Feng Ye looked up at Ye Wushuang in front of him and shouted, three glasses of wine were enough to make Ye Wushuang tortured!
Hearing Feng Yan's words, the eyes of the crowd also fell on Ye Wushuang's body, each with a playful smile.
Ye Wushuang glanced at the wine glass, his face remained unchanged, and he took the wine glass calmly. The glass was full, all of it was a pale golden liquid, and the strong wine fragrance overflowed, stinging the soul.
Soul-splitting sword wine is rumored to be brewed with a mysterious grade of soul-splitting fruit, incorporating many ancestral medicines, etc. It is generally difficult to buy tens of thousands of Chinese products.
However, except for the challenge of "Drunk Nine", after all, this is due to fate, so the first floor of Qinghuang was not charged.
"Don't you dare, did you just threaten to challenge" Drunk Nine ", dare not even try a glass, coward!"
The men of the God-hunting mercenary group sneered.
Ye Wushuang, if not seen, took a sip, suddenly, as if a raging fire was raging in his throat, burning madly, not yet under his belly, a blast of wine soared to the sky, straight to the spirit in the divine court, like a horrible flame The magic sword slashed the soul of Ye Wushuang.
Sword breaks the soul!
An intense tearing and tearing pain drowned Ye Wushuang's consciousness.
However, he still did not change his face, there was no change, the extreme pain he had suffered too much, and the immediate pain did not affect him.
He held up the wine glass, and when he put it on his mouth, he paused suddenly, and his face was shocked.
He found that when the spirit-splitting sword wine tore the spirits, the spirit also contained a peculiar soul power, repairing his spirits and increasing his spirit strength.
The "magic heart" he practiced before had the ability to temper the spirit. The stronger the spirit, the stronger the spirit.
He did not expect that in addition to the spirit of splitting the spirit sword wine, it can also refine the spirit!
"Interesting, maybe it can improve the spirit!"
He stared at the wine glass in his hand and murmured inside.
"Hahaha, boy, don't force yourself if you can't drink!"
When they saw this, everyone thought Ye Wushuang could not bear it anymore, and they couldn't help but laugh loudly, and many people even showed contempt.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang drank the rest of the wine, his face remained unchanged.
On one side, Qian Qiu God looked at him dreamily, came forward and poured wine!
A cup!
Two cups!
In a blink of an eye, Ye Wushuang drank three glasses in a row, and his face did not change color, as if it were ordinary fine wine, in stark contrast to the performance of Feng Yan's sweat.
"This guy has a long life. He can drink three cups without changing his face. Not only does he equalize Feng Feng, it seems like nothing is happening, which is incredible."
Ye Wushuang's performance surprised everyone, even Feng Feng was very surprised. He thought that Ye Wushuang could drink a maximum of two cups, so he drank three cups in advance to force Ye Wushuang, but he didn't think about it.
"Pouring wine!"
Ye Wushuang had no time to take care of others at this moment, immersed in the process of tearing and transformation of the soul, and even forgot about it.
Qian Qiu Shenmeng poured another glass, and was drunk by Ye Wushuang.
The fourth cup is here!
Ye Wushuang passed Feng Feng!
The crowd of onlookers calmed down!
Feng Ye also took a cup, and in the frantic irrigation mouth, his body trembled a bit, and some of them shook. Before he put down the glass, Ye Wushuang raised the fifth cup again!
Bang!
With Feng's complexion changing, his hands were stiffened in midair, and his eyes stared at Ye Wushuang, unable to lift the fifth cup.
Because the fourth cup is already his limit, another drink will definitely cause serious damage to his soul.
He stared tightly at Ye Wushuang, already pouring into the mouth without hesitation.
However, before it was over, he shouted, "Pour wine!"
The sixth cup!
The seventh cup!
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Never intermittent ~ EbookFREE.me ~ until the end of Qianqiu Shenmeng was shocked to listen to Ye Wushuang's words, constantly pouring wine, did not notice that Ye Wushuang had drank nine glasses!
The man on the sixth floor of the restaurant was stunned, his mouth widened as if he could plug a foot basin.
"readily!"
Ye Wu's two-sided color twitched a little, his face showed joy, and his spirit was greatly improved.
"Pour another glass!"
He shouted again, with great pride, and the crowd's heart shook fiercely. Another cup is ten cups. Ye Wushuang has challenged the successful "Drunk Nine", but his limit does not seem to have reached.
Qian Qiu Mengmei's eyes glowed brilliantly. This time, she didn't even notice that she poured wine willingly.
Ye Wushuang didn't hesitate. He poured into his throat frantically, as if he had broken some shackles. His spirit was suddenly shaken, the sea of ​​chaos tumbled, a powerful spirit was rippling, and the intensity of the spirit was instantly increased by more than ten times!