The sword is the core, the wine is the blade!
Wine is a sword, the sword is a wine, sword wine is in hand, what are fears!
Although he was slovenly all over and his face was covered with beard and slag, the eyes of the wine maniac had never been so solemn as at this moment. His hand suddenly shook and the wine instantly condensed into a sword with glittering and translucent color.
The sword appeared in the hand, and the wine madman smashed out.
The sly singularity of the sword, screaming in the void, fell towards Yao Ji.
"Hum, little cultivator, the fireflies dare to compete with the bright moon."
Yao Ji 's eyes are full of disdain. For this coming sword, she doesn't care. She grabbed a handful of white scales and a ten-footed hand appeared in front of her. She wants to collapse the sword.
however…
boom!
