Chapter 302: Seven Stars

"Tianji!" Tang Lian turned around, drank the third cup of wine, and attacked again. At this time, his physical strength was so fast that he was no more convincing than the bleak riding wind and clouds.
"Tianquan!" Tang Lian retired from the tea shop and drank the fourth cup of wine. At this time, his eyes were flushed, and his body was filled with moisture, a little bit like Lei Wu who had carried out the fire technique. Jie.
Tang Lian attacked a total of four times.
Twenty-one killers fell down seven people, and fourteen others. Seven of the fourteen people have already lost the lottery. At least the hand holding the weapon can no longer be lifted within a few months.
"There are still seven people." Tang Lian was still sitting on the tea table, with the remaining three glasses of wine on it.
Yuheng, Kaiyang, Yaoguang.
And there are seven people outside the tea shop.
Tang Lian frowned and looked at the man standing at the end. Tang Lian attacked four times in a row with a gold-backed big knife on his back. He didn't move a single bit, and just stood there straight. He was confident that another glass of wine would solve the rest, except for the one who hadn't done it yet.
How strong will he be? Is it worth drinking another drink?
But drink that cup of Kaiyang...
Tang Lian picked up Yuheng, raised her head and drank: "It's over."
The six killers moved at the same time. This was the first time they took the initiative to attack.
At this moment, Tang Lian was more than just a Xueyue City big disciple. In their eyes, his strength was even comparable to that of the Patriarch of the Three Surnames.
Tang Lian seemed to be drunk, her eyes suddenly blurred, he chanted softly: "I used to be a juvenile opera in the world, and I saw the best scene in the world."
With a punch, six swords bend one after another.
"I once sang all the mundane songs in one song, and I don't regret it when I meet that."
With two punches again, the six assassins were crushed to the ground by the wind.
"I had a sudden dream for ten years, seeing the crimson rivers and lakes, the vast skeletons. There are many heroes, drawing swords and shouting!"
Punch after punch, Tang Lian's drunk poems became louder and louder. He had never been so happy in his life. The glass of Yuheng wine seemed to open his mind.
He felt at this moment as if he had become the wine fairy Baili Dongjun, lying on the battlefield drunk, smiling up to the sky, and his laughter was full of inner heroism and joy.
No, he is him. It is Tang Lian. This is the real him, not the big disciple who represents the majesty of Xueyue City, not the Xuanwu guardian who guards the prince Beili, but Tang Lian. The real Tang Lian!
"Kneel down!" Tang Lian waved her long arm, and six people all knelt to the ground.
The assassin with the big golden knife finally moved. He slammed the long knife off his back and stepped in front of Tang Lian. The long sword was swung down, and the blade was biting, far more terrifying than the combined force of the six killers! Tang Lian stretched her palm to block.
The killer took the knife three steps back.
Tang Lian reached for the last two glasses of wine, retreated to the innermost part of the tea shop, and carefully put the last two glasses of wine down. He looked at the killer with the knife and frowned: "You are very strong. If you just shot it. , Then your people will not hurt so badly at this moment."
"I never join forces with anyone. To kill one person is already enough." The killer with the knife panted gently.
"You are fine. What is your name?" Tang Lian asked.
The killer with a knife said lightly: "Xie Jidao."
Tang Lian suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a little familiar, and said in confusion, "Xie Qidao belongs to you..."
"He is my elder brother. But I didn't come for him. He is not as skilled as humans. If he dies, he is dead." Xie Jidao mentioned the knife, "You only have two glasses of wine left."
"But you only have one person left." Tang Lian looked at the two glasses of wine on the table.
With his current strength, he is confident that he can beat the man in front of him. But the strong impact of five glasses of wine in an instant made him a little dizzy at the moment. He is not sure how long he can hold on, and soon the true energy in his body will rush out. Even if his life is not endangered, he will have to lie in bed for at least ten and a half days.
Quick decision!
Tang Lian did not hesitate, picked up Kai Yang on the table, smiled bitterly: "This is already my limit." After speaking, she drank.
He felt like he was being burned by fire, and he was no longer as hearty as the last glass of wine. Now he feels like tens of thousands of bugs crawling and biting all over his body!
"Ah!" Tang Lian stared angrily, with all his beard and hair standing, and rushed to Xie Jidao, hitting his long knife with a punch.
"crack!"
The long knife shattered instantly!
Xie Jidao's eyes widened in disbelief. The last moment he was confident that he could fight Tang Lian in front of him, but the next moment, his proud golden-backed big knife was broken by Tang Lian's palm. . What kind of power is this? It's not just Xiaoyao Tianjie, this is simply the overbearing power that can be compared to the angry sword fairy face Zhantian!
"Get up!" Tang Lian stretched out her hand and jumped up abruptly, only to see the fragments of the blade flying up with Xie Jidao's body, and then taking his body to the ground.
Clean and neat, without hesitation.
Tang Lian took a long breath, and the feeling of being bitten in her body suddenly disappeared. Instead, it was a feeling of emptiness and confusion. All the power in the body was hollowed out in an instant, and only a strong tiredness surged up, making people want to close their eyes.
Fortunately, everything is over. Tang Lian felt his eyelids heavier and heavier, supporting his body strongly, and took the last glass of wine. Although the twenty-one assassins have no power to fight again at this moment, many others are just injured. If you really faint here, I am afraid that you will be killed by a sword. But when he was about to leave, he was suddenly shocked.
murderous look.
A total of seven, so strong murderous.
Obviously everyone has been defeated, why is there such a strong murderous intent?
Tang Lian forcibly lifted the last infuriating energy and turned around to look.
I saw seven people standing there, looking at themselves coldly. Those were the seven people that they defeated at the beginning, but they had been pretending from the beginning, waiting for this last chance.
Now Tang Lian still has a glass of wine, but there are seven people in front of her.
Headed by Su Zhan, who started with swords, and the other two sword-wielding killers.
"Your wine is named after the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper in the world, known as the Seven Starry Night Wine. It's a coincidence that we are also named after the stars. I am a greedy wolf, and the two of them are the seven kills and the broken army." Su Zhan said lightly.
Tang Lian calmed down and said slowly: "Kill the wolf." He naturally knew these three extremely powerful stars.
"I can see that you have no strength." Su Zhan looked at the body of Xie Jidao on the ground, sighed, and drew a short blade from his waist. "You still have the last glass of wine, but I think you might I won't drink anymore."
Tang Lian picked up the cup of Yaoguang and asked quietly, "Would I not drink anymore?"