Wine Sword Immortal: Divine Level Winemaker, Drunkenly Kills Tianmen!

Wang Jianquan walked to Wang Xianxian step by step, and the reflection of the boy on the long sword in his hand became larger and larger.

Half a minute later, the distance between the two was only one step away!

Wang Jianquan looked at the boy and smiled: "Your expectations have failed. Now no one can protect you!"

After that, he swung the sword and chopped at the boy's neck.

Swish——

With a swing of the sword, blood immediately splashed in the air.

Looking at the blood beads splashing in the air and the arm flying in the air, Wang Jianquan's expression became a little dull.

That arm flying in the air, so familiar...

The sword in his hand, the scars on the arm, everything is so familiar.

This... is my... arm...

After this thought flashed through his mind, Wang Jianquan subconsciously looked at his right arm.

Seeing the flat cut surface and the splashing blood at the bend of his right arm, Wang Jianquan became a little dazed...

Until the severe pain from the arm attacked his brain, he was freed from the dullness.

"Ah!!!!"

The miserable screams echoed in the sealed space.

Wang Jianquan raised his broken arm, and his body couldn't help shaking because of the severe pain.

"My hand! My hand! Ah!!!"

Although he had been pampered for a long time, Wang Jianquan was still educated as a warrior. He quickly took out a box of powder from the space ring and poured it on the wound.

When the powder touched the wound, it began to emit green light, and then healed the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After simply treating the wound, Wang Jianquan, who had calmed down, suddenly raised his head.

Then he saw a scene that frightened him.

Wang Xianxian, who should have cut his neck artery, was holding his broken arm with his right hand. The expression on the boy's face was like a devil admiring the spoils of war.

"Uncle Wu, your hand, how long have you not practiced sword?"

Wang Jianquan did not respond to the boy's words. Because of excessive blood loss, his thinking had begun to slow down.

At the same time, the severe pain continued to magnify the fear in his heart.

"You...you...you are poisoned..."

"Why...why do you still have the strength to swing the sword..."

Hearing Wang Jianquan's answer, Wang Xianxian laughed and pointed to the stream behind him with his left hand.

Then, under the control of the spiritual energy, the stream was drawn to his side, and then merged with the unknown dark red liquid, emitting white light.

At the same time, the special aroma of wine began to permeate the closed space.

"Wine? How can you make wine?"

Controlling the spiritual wine in his palm, Wang Xianxian seemed to have heard something funny.

"Fifth uncle, you are really a noble man who forgets things easily. You actually asked me why I can make wine..."

Wang Xianxian's words instantly woke up Wang Jianquan.

"You...you are...you are a winemaker!!!" Wang Jiannian trembled.

"No... Impossible... Even if you are a winemaker... You were poisoned by a fifth-level poison!"

"With your current strength, how can you brew a fifth-level antidote wine!!!"

"Even if you have this strength, where do you get the materials!!!"

Wang Xianxian smiled, looking at Wang Jianquan in front of him as if he was looking at a clown.

"I never said that I brewed antidote wine. What I brew now is poison wine made from poisonous blood..."

After saying that, he drank the poison wine in front of Wang Jianquan.

[Drinking an unknown poison wine triggers talent. 】

After drinking the wine, the poison wine that was supposed to end the boy's life acted as a healing substance and began to quickly restore Wang Xianxian's vitality.

Then, Wang Xianxian raised Wang Jianquan's broken arm and set it on fire in front of him.

Looking at the flames on his arm, Wang Jianquan's wound seemed to have hallucinations and began to feel the pain of being burned by fire.

"My hand!!!"

Soon, the broken arm was burned to ashes by Wang Xianxian.

The spirit sword that was originally held in the broken arm's hand also fell to the ground.

Wang Xianxian bent down to pick it up, and then slowly walked towards Wang Jianquan, just like Wang Jianquan holding the sword and walking towards Wang Xianxian just now.

Seeing the boy getting closer and closer to him, Wang Jianquan finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart.

He began to kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Xianxian, Uncle Wu was wrong, Uncle Wu really knows he was wrong, please, don't kill me..."

"I was just too scared just now, I was obsessed, so..."

Wang Xianxian did not stop his steps because of the other party's begging for mercy.

Seeing this, Wang Jianquan shouted in pain: "Xianxian, my clan knows that I came out this time. If you kill me, you won't be able to explain..."

"Please, spare Uncle Wu's life, spare Uncle Wu's life..."

"Please, I am willing to pay any price for my mistake..."

Wang Xianxian stood beside Wang Jianquan and squatted down.

"You said you are willing to pay any price for your mistakes?"

The boy's words ignited hope in Wang Jianquan's heart. He was like a drowning man, eager to grab anything around him.

"Yes, yes, any price, any price, as long as you don't kill me, I agree to any price."

"Okay then." The boy raised a hellish smile on his face, "Then return the five fingers you owe my mother."

"Ah?" Wang Jianquan was dumbfounded, "You..."

Looking at Wang Jianquan's dumbfounded look, Wang Xianxian tilted his head.

"Uncle Wu is really a forgetful person. You wouldn't have forgotten even this, right?"

The boy's words evoked Wang Jianquan's long-forgotten memories.

That was when Mo Wange had just married into the Wang family, and the Wang family was still on the verge of bankruptcy at that time.

He had always been well-fed and well-clothed, and he spent money lavishly. He simply couldn't accept the news that his family was about to go bankrupt.

In order to maintain his so-called face, he owed a huge amount of high-interest loans without the family's knowledge.

He wanted to rob the thieves, and he thought that the other party would be afraid of the Wang family, but he never thought that the lender had a great background behind him.

As time went by, he owed more and more interest.

In the end, the lending company gave him a final deadline and warned him that if he couldn't pay back the money, they would cut off his five fingers and then go to the Wang family to collect the debt.

When he received the notice, he began to be afraid.

For someone like him who had no talent for martial arts, if he owed such a huge loan and was found by the lender, his fate would inevitably be to be expelled from the family.

So he found the sister-in-law who had just married into the family.

He would never forget the scene that afternoon when he knelt at Mo Wange's feet like a family dog ​​and begged for help.

In the end, the soft-hearted Mo Wange agreed and helped him pay off the huge debt.

However, he later regarded that incident as a shame, so he would wantonly bully Wang Xianxian to fill the shame in his heart.

Just as Wang Jianquan was recalling, the next second, a sword flashed.

Puff!

Four fingers were cut off at the root, leaving only a thumb on the hand.

"Ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Ten fingers connected to the heart!

The sudden severe pain made Wang Jianquan unable to control his terrible roar.

His body was shaking wildly because he could not bear the severe pain, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his face, and his face was twisted into a hideous appearance like a ghost.

"It hurts so much... It hurts so much..." Wang Jianquan screamed.

It's better to die than to live!

It hurts so much?

Hearing Wang Jianquan's scream, Wang Xianxian suddenly became interested.

He grabbed Wang Jianquan's hair, and then pulled it hard, forcing Wang Jianquan to look at him.

The moment their eyes met, Wang Xianxian's eyes flashed with extreme hatred, which made Wang Jianquan shudder.

"It hurts?"

Wang Xianxian's voice was like winter snow, icy and piercing.

Deep in his heart, evil thoughts began to arise.

"So you also know pain?"

"Ten fingers are connected to the heart, it really hurts, but do you know what it feels like to have your spiritual veins broken?"

"It feels like countless knives are scratching your body, that's the real pain."

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Xianxian raised his hand, grabbed Wang Jianquan's remaining thumb, and then slowly began to rotate.

"Ah!!! Let go!!! Let go!!! Ah!!!"

The severe pain from his thumb made him twist madly. He tried his best to break free from Wang Xianxian's hand, but he couldn't do it at all. The difference in strength between the two was too great...

He could only helplessly watch his thumb being torn off by Wang Xianxian.

That's right, not broken, but torn off, torn off alive.

Wang Xianxian's eyes were bloodshot at this time, and his whole body was in a state of madness. His ferocious face was no longer as calm as before.