Book in the Sleeve, Sword Qi in the Pot!
"A golden cup of wine costs ten thousand, and a jade plate of delicacies costs ten thousand.”
"When I stop drinking, I can't eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss!”
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"Traveling is difficult, traveling is difficult! What a crooked road! Where are you today?"
That sword immortal was peerless and unrestrained. His white clothes were whiter than snow.
Singing and drinking, holding a sword and walking!
In front of him was the army of ten thousand races that swore to destroy the human race!
Behind him was the ancestral land of the human race, Xuanyuan Tomb, and the last vital qi of the human race!
As soon as this sword immortal appeared, countless living beings in the heavens fell for him, especially many female cultivators.
The comments section of the heavenly projections was instantly flooded with comments from female cultivators.
"So handsome! He was both literary and martial, both civil and martial, poetry, wine, sword, and sword immortal!”
"My God, there's actually such a strange man in this world! I'll walk with my sword, sing and drink!"
"In the past, I didn't believe in love at first sight, but now I do!”
"Immortal Sword Immortal, I want to give birth to your children!”
"This person's demeanor is outstanding, only slightly inferior to that enemy.”
In the world of the Sword and Fairy.
A bearded middle-aged swordsman took a big gulp of wine.
"This person is somewhat similar to me, the Wine Sword Immortal. He loves wine as much as his life.”
"However, I can't write a literary poem.”
"Swordsman must be a good drinking buddy! I'll be floating in the sky."
He raised his wine gourd and took a big gulp of wine, soaking his clothes without realizing it!
In the world of Journey to the West.
Gautama Buddha curled his lips in disdain.
"How can this be called one of the top ten sword arts scenes?”
"This person is very impressive, but I don't see any divine powers. How can he be selected?”
"Hmph, I'm afraid that the selection of the heavenly projections might not be fair!”
He could already tell that this sword immortal's cultivation was at most a Heaven Immortal.
There were tens of thousands of Heaven Immortals in the army of the ten thousand races.
There were also Perfected Immortals and Mystic Immortals above the Heaven Immortal realm.
There were even Golden Celestial Stage powerhouses hidden in the army in that world!
"Presumably, this is another elegy of a sword immortal on his deathbed.”
"He's strong, but he's an ant trying to shake a tree!”
Mortal Immortal World.
Celestial Venerable Han's expression remained calm, but billions of thoughts ran through his mind.
"I once fought against the human race!”
"However, it is not wise for this person to face the army of ten thousand races alone.”
"If it were me, I would have brought a group of humans and fled far away. It could be considered as doing my best to the human race.”
"I can't be buried with the human race.”
"What a pity, this sword immortal!"
For a moment, countless mighty figures sighed. They admired the sword immortal's courage, but they also felt sorry for his ending.
He would definitely die if he fought against all the races alone!
In the projection, the army of ten thousand races moved!
They were furious that the human race dared to resist. Two young experts from all races stepped out of the formation.
The divine light that filled the sky bombarded the sword immortal.
"In the morning, I fight with the golden drum, and in the night, I sleep with the jade saddle.”
"I'm willing to put my sword down for Loulan Slash!”
The sword immortal recited a poem, and two heads fell to the ground with a flash of sword light!
"Good poem! Good sword!"
In the world of the human Dao Paragons.
The human expert Zhong Yue clapped his hands and sighed!
"Elegy of generosity, turning the tide, magnificent!”
"When the human race is in danger, heroes will rise!”
"I offer my blood to Xuanyuan, and I mend the heavens with one hand!”
"How sad. Such a hero is going to die in the hands of a brat!”
He could also tell that killing two experts of the same level was the limit of that sword immortal!
That sword immortal would eventually fall like a meteor. It was a pity!
At this moment, the experts of the myriad races could also see it!
Tens of thousands of cultivators charged towards the peerless sword immortal!
"How can I have the Heavenly Sword to cross the sea and kill the long whale!”
"Laugh until you finish a glass of wine, killing people in the city!”
"Go out of the west gate in the morning and return with your head in the evening!”
The sword immortal chanted a magnificent poem. Sword qi soared into the sky, and heads rolled!
Every time he recited a poem, a head would fall to the ground!
A poem and a wine, a sword and a soul!
Killing gods with wine, slaying demons and composing poems, what a happy sword immortal!
One hundred poems of Tai Bai fighting wine, one man and one sword killing immortals!
In an instant, the wine was gone and the enemy was dead!
At this moment, the heavens shook.
The projected comments section exploded!
"What's going on? He had actually killed thousands of existences of the same level by himself!”
"White clothes as white as snow, killing enemies while laughing! Not a single leaf touched him! There's actually such a man in the world!"
"This is impossible! This had already exceeded the limit! How did he do it!"
"This guy, could it be that he has activated the health lock?”
Primordial World.
School Master Tongtian's eyes shone as he clapped his hands and sighed.
"Wen Qi infuses the body, poetry enters the sword!"
"This person's Sword Dao has actually reached such a level!”
"Every time I recite a poem, I will infuse my body with literary qi, and my strength will increase by several times!”
"With every poem, the beauty of the poem will enter the sword, and the sword path will increase by 30%!”
In other words, that sword immortal used wine into his poems and sword!
The more wine there was, the more poems there were!
The more poems there were, the stronger the sword!
A hundred poems on wine, a sword path that could reach the heavens!
At this moment, his Sword Dao cultivation had increased by dozens of times as he accumulated his poems!
Such swordsmanship was unheard of!
In the world of Journey to the West.
Buddha Tathagata's expression did not look good.
He had just predicted that the sword immortal would soon be defeated and questioned the unfairness of the projection!
In the end, the sword immortal's sword path was out of the ordinary. It was no longer a sword of the mortal world, but a sword of the heavens!
Poetry into the sword, there is only one person in the world!
The Eight Immortals 'World.
Lu Dongbin and Tie Guaili raised their glasses and drank to their hearts 'content.
"For such a sword immortal in the world, drink three hundred cups!”
"For there to be such a Sword Dao in the world, float a white!”
Lu Dongbin was singing with his sword. Another immortal descended and played the flute to make peace!
There was even an immortal holding a bamboo board as he composed a song for the sword immortal.
The Eight Immortals came together, drinking and singing!
They composed a heroic poem for the sword immortal.
Everyone knew that even if that sword immortal's sword path was heaven-reaching, he would definitely die in the midst of an army of ten thousand!
In the projection.
The expressions of the experts from all races changed!
In an instant, tens of thousands of elites died under the sword!
The sword immortal opposite him seemed to have endless Sword Dao power!
"All armies, listen up! Attack!"
Rumble! The cavalry of the ten thousand races moved.
The endless army charged towards the sword immortal.
The ancestor level experts hidden in the army also attacked brazenly!
It was a close call!
The sword immortal roared into the sky, drank a pot of wine, washed his sword with wine, and recited a poem!
"Kill a person every ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles.”
"After the matter is over, brush your clothes and go, hide your achievements and reputation!”
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"Even if you die, you won't be ashamed of the heroes of the world.”
"Who can write the White-headed Supreme Mystery Scripture?”
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"A little bit of Great Spirit can make a thousand years go by!”
The long song had an end, and the sword intent had no end.
On this day, the million strong army was defeated!
On this day, all the gods and demons bowed their heads!
That peerless sword immortal, one man, one sword, one wine, one poem, protected the human race!
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