The three ice phoenixes that flew over and broke out with Xiao Chen's full force. As the snowflakes flew, Xiao Chen drank three cups in a row.

“Not satisfied!”

Putting down the wine glass heavily, Xiao Chen felt that Su Chang was all over her body, as if she was drunk, and the more she drank, the more she became, the more she became.

"As you wish!"

Liu Yang's face looked a little ugly. When he stood up, his whole aura burst out. The movements of his hands were so fast that it was hard to see clearly. A cup of thousand-year-old snow accompanied by the snow bird and ice phoenix, spreading its wings away.

In the hall, everyone was a little confused. Unexpectedly, a simple toast could be so magnificent.

Xiao Chen, who had flowing shadow gloves, looked at the dazzling Bingfeng, and his hands were moving faster than Liu Yang.

One cup after another, Xiao Chen seemed to be really drunk. In the wind and snow, he couldn't help laughing loudly.

The powerful sword intent scattered from him, and he was free to show off his laughter. His usual calmness was gone, and he was arrogant and indulgent.

flutter--

As soon as Liu Yang stopped, the wine was empty, and the thousand-year-old snow brought by him had been exhausted, and Xiao Chen had already drunk as many as 100 cups at this time.

"Don't you have no wine? It doesn't matter, I have it. You say that you meet a confidant with a thousand cups of wine. Although Mr. Liu and I are not a confidant, they are also people who love wine. If you toast me with a hundred cups, I will have thousands of cups!"

Xiao Chen put down his wine glass and stood up suddenly. His hair was like a waterfall, flying with his clothes.

Buzzing!

On the second floor, the empty cups on each wine table kept trembling under the guidance of Xiao Chen's sixty-year-old sword soul.

But this cup is still not enough, the knife intention spreads, and in the vast hall on the first floor, as long as there are empty wine glasses, they will shake violently.

"What's going on!"

Many warriors in the war restaurant all had terrifying expressions, not knowing what they had given birth.

Whoosh-

As Xiao Chen thought, all the wine glasses gathered on the second floor, no more or less, just a thousand cups.

In the Qiankun Ring, all the thousand-year-old fires collected by Xiao Chen flew out. With a wave of his hand, the bottles were broken, and the golden wine was sparkling with rugged golden light, spraying out.

It didn't leak a drop, and it all fell into the hovering wine glass.

Buzz, the wine glass swayed slightly, and balls of flames soared, and with the blessing of Xiao Chen's sword soul, a huge golden crow formed.

The golden crow spread its wings, and the terrifying knife intent made people feel a little breathless. With a shocking sound, carrying a thousand cups of thousand-year-old fire, the golden crow slowly flew towards Liuyang.

Looking at Liu Yang, the descendant of the Black Sea Sword King was already scared and his legs were shaking slightly.

This scenery is the heroes of the world, who dares to say that they will not be drunk without a thousand cups!

I'll give you a hundred cups and give you a thousand cups. Do you dare to drink them?

The huge golden crow radiated with golden light, and Xiao Chen's powerful sword soul made the golden crow's aura reach its extreme sharpness.

With this thousand cups of thousand-year-old fire, not only did Liu Yang, the sword king, have weak legs and feet.

Even the descendants of other thieves looked dull and felt great pressure, and their hearts were pounding.

At the same time, I felt a little scared, but fortunately I was not the one who mocked Xiao Chen. I pressed this thousand glasses of fine wine and felt chilling when I thought about it.

After drinking a hundred cups of snow for thousands of years, Xiao Chen felt a little dizzy all over his head. He hadn't drunk for a long time. He hadn't been drunk for a long time. He had never remembered when the last time he was drunk.

No matter what his identity as the Qinglong King, no matter how he is after the Qing Emperor, no matter what he is not an emperor for five years, he is just a meteor.

This time I got drunk, I didn't care about anything, let me be arrogant and unruly!

The silk and clothes kept dancing, and the powerful sword intent cooperated with Xiao Chen, and the domineering aura that had been restrained in his heart for a long time was released without any scruples.

"Hahahaha, in such a huge Black Sea, there are many geniuses gathered. Isn't there anyone who dares to drink with me?"

Xiao Chen held the wine glass and his face turned slightly red. Seeing Liu Yang who was frightened, he couldn't help laughing loudly, laughing unscrupulously, and he was extremely happy with the wine.

The previous abnormal movement of the wine glass shocked hundreds of warriors in the hall of the war restaurant. This place gathered the group of warriors with the strongest personality in the Black Sea.

But when they came to the high place of the restaurant and secretly saw the situation on the second floor, they couldn't help but be surprised.

"I'll go, who's this? It's so crazy!"

"It's so crazy, it's so crazy. The first time I feel that Liu Yang is so pitiful. Who dares to take this thousand glasses of wine to drink!"

"This white-clothed swordsman seems to be the one who has been causing a lot of trouble recently. He was the one who cut off the head of the Iron Man of the Zongwutang."

"It turned out to be him. I have heard that Xia Yang's winning situation after the Thunder Fire King was won by him with a domineering aura. He was really shocked at that time."

Seeing Xiao Chen, his unrestrained appearance, these warriors who watched secretly were talking in a low voice, their eyes full of admiration.

The strong are respected, and it is the same wherever they are.

On the second floor, Ba Yan looked ashamed. Brother Xiao Chen was probably really drunk and dared to say anything. He offended all the geniuses present in one sentence.

"Hehe, but it's crazy enough, I like it!" Ba Yan grinned.

When Liu Yang heard Xiao Chen's words, his face turned red and white, and he felt a little ashamed. He had already made a slogan, but Xiao Chen did not give him a cup of replies. Now that a thousand cups are pressing, his regretful intestines are blue.

If he faced it alone, such a huge sword intent was hard to match.

"Don't laugh at me as there is no one in the Black Sea. I want Zhao Feng to drink with you!"

Unexpectedly, the first person who was present to stand up was Jiang Feng, who had been slapped in Xiao Chen's hands.

Xiao Chen's drunken eyes were blurred, and he saw Jiang Feng standing up, laughing and said, "I'll give you a hundred cups!"

Whoosh!

With a long laugh, Xiao Chen waved his hand and suddenly a hundred cups of thousand-year-old fire broke out and flew towards Jiang Feng quickly.

Every cup of golden wine contains Xiao Chen's powerful sword intent. A hundred cups fly away, like a hundred wisps of bitter sword aura.

Jiang Feng's face darkened, and he didn't dare to underestimate him at all. His figure flashed and his hands changed. He took it one cup after another, put it in his mouth, and drank it directly.

But after drinking thirty cups, he felt staggering, dizzy, and the powerful stamina of Thousand Years of Fire made him gradually drunk.

Puchi Puchi!

After drinking more than ten cups, Jiang Feng could no longer hold on. His hands were slowed down a little, and he was immediately hit by a cup of thousand-year-old fire, which was covered in bruises and flew out.

Only then did everyone know how strong the stamina of the best wine is, how powerful Xiao Chen, who can stand firm after drinking a hundred cups, is.

"I'll drink with you!"

"I, Liu Yun, drink with you!"

But everyone's bloodiness was aroused by Xiao Chen, and with Jiang Feng taking the lead, they stood up one after another.

Suddenly, the second floor was empty and in chaos.

All the geniuses of the Black Sea are drunk, and the best spirits like Thousand Years of Fire are so dizzy that they drink on weekdays. They can’t even drink dozens of cups, but they can’t even get drunk.

In the chaos, someone had red eyes and felt angry, and pulled out his weapons and killed Xiao Chen.

The first one to take action was Liu Yang, who was bullied the most. He was unsheathed with a long sword and a flash of force, which was a killer move.

Xiao Chen laughed loudly, floated gently, picked up a cup of scattered thousand-year-old fire, drank it all, and gently dodged the past.

He reached out and drank another cup, and in a vague shape, he used the Thunder Dragon Step, and took seven steps in a row. The Thunder Dragon Slash followed the Moon Shadow Sword and slashed violently.

Bang!

Liu Yang, who was blocked by the knife, was slashed out by Xiao Chen and hit the wall of the restaurant, making him look a little embarrassed.

Xiao Chenheng stood on the wine table, staggered, drank another drink, and smiled disdainfully, "It's just that, I want to sneak attack me!"

“Go together!”

The group of people were drunk and saw Xiao Chen standing on the table, with blood flowing, and could no longer help but kill them all.

“Good come.”

Half drunk and half awake, Xiao Chen felt free and unrestrained, and had a kind of presumptuousness that he had never been before. He was flowing through his bloodline. After the whisper of alcohol, this presumptuousness expanded a hundred times.

He laughed three times, waved the Moon Shadow Knife, and killed him directly.

The swords and swords were filled with strange phenomena. In the fierce battle, there was chaos. Xiao Chen was passing by and drifting among the crowd.

Such a chaotic battle, the peeking warriors outside the building were shocked.

A good party turned into this way, probably no one expected it.

What is even more unexpected is that Xiao Chen, who was drunk, let go of all his hands and feet. With one person's strength, he did not fall into a disadvantage in the face of so many geniuses.

The powerful 60% sword soul even allowed him to take the initiative in the situation. In the air, thousands of cups of thousand-year-old fire had already spread out.

The wine glass contained Xiao Chen's sword intent, which was not broken in the chaos of the chaos, but instead rose and fell and flew around with the chaos.

Xiao Chen was completely crazy and released all the pressure. He drank a glass of thousand-year-old fire from time to time and fought against all the heroes.

Two hours later, except for the solid main body of the restaurant, other tables, shelves, screens, and all kinds of decorations were broken, and the ground was in a mess.

One by one, the geniuses fell to the ground and couldn't get up. I don't know if they were completely drunk or were injured by Xiao Chen.

While swaying, Xiao Chen's white clothes were stained with blood and a scarlet red. Many of them belonged to him, but more of them belonged to the descendants of these thieves.

Xiao Chen, who was standing on the wine table, drank the last glass of Thousand Years of Fire. Looking at her drunken eyes, no one was standing, and she couldn't help laughing again.

But there is a little more desolation and a little more loneliness that is difficult for outsiders to understand.

The world is full of our generation, and the years are urged to enter the world; the emperor's road is at its peak, the scenery is infinite, and life is invincible.

With a loud laugh, Xiao Chen fell straight down, and the empty wine glass in his hand fell to the ground, shattering it.

When the chaos began, Ba Yan hid aside. Seeing this scene, he quickly flashed over, looked at the messy venue, and smiled bitterly: "I really shouldn't have brought him here. The person who hosted the party really should cry."

Now, Ba Yan has not seen the person who hosted the party, and it is just his wish, and it is the best not to see him.
Chapter completed!