The Ancient Wine and Sword Immortal: I become stronger when I drink!

Dingguangxian shot this flying knife at the cost of regressing his cultivation for a hundred thousand years, and escaped into the depths of space, temporarily covering up the immortal's whim of danger warning.

The arena was unusually calm, without wind or rain. It seemed that the battle was over, but an invisible crisis was approaching.

"Good wine!" Lin Fan's eyes were hazy and he could barely see the image in front of him.

A black shadow the size of a mosquito appeared in front of him, and it quickly stabbed at the center of his eyebrows, where the soul was hidden. This blow was a fatal blow.

"Interesting, mosquito!" Lin Fan stretched out his hand and smacked it, and unexpectedly grabbed the Soul-Severing Knife accurately.

The Soul-Severing Knife couldn't struggle open no matter what. Under the strong pressure, Guanghua shrank inward, trembling like a fly trapped in a spider's web but unable to escape.

His five fingers were like hooks, and he grabbed it inward.

The spirit in the Soul-Destroying Blade whined, as if it was trembling, crying, and extremely sad. The blade made a crisp sound, and cracks were densely covered, covering the entire blade.

puff!

Dingguangxian covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood dripped between his fingers and onto the ground.

The connection between the Soul-Severing Blade and him was forcibly severed!

"impossible!"

The Soul-Destroying Knife was the only middle-grade innate spiritual treasure given to him by the Tongtian Cult Leader after he became a disciple of the Tongtian Cult. It matched his vicious and sinister character very well.

He had used the Soul-Severing Sword to plot against many opponents who were stronger than him, but today he was defeated. He was completely defeated, and even the Soul-Severing Sword was taken away.

What surprised him even more was still behind.

I saw Lin Fan swaying on the ring, he might fall drunk at any time, and he took the Soul-Severing Knife and put it in his mouth.

quack!

Lin Fan's white teeth actually bit out a gap in the Soul-Severing Knife, a middle-grade innate spiritual treasure. The soul in the Soul-Severing Knife whined, seemingly begging for mercy, but no one paid attention.

"Smells! It smells so good!" Lin Fan murmured and stuffed the Soul-Severing Knife completely into his mouth. His teeth were full of aggressive innate spiritual treasures and after a dozen bites, he bit the Soul-Severing Knife into more than twenty pieces. , swallowed into the belly, and integrated with the body.

"Give me back the Soul-Severing Knife!" Dingguang Immortal's heart was bleeding. He would never let Lin Fan take the Soul-Severing Knife away and cast spells one after another in an attempt to interrupt the process.

The spells of Daluo Jinxian level hit Lin Fan one after another as if they were itching. Often, before they even reached the surface of Lin Fan's skin, they were blocked from the protective aura and unable to move even half a step forward!

In the blink of an eye, Lin Fan swallowed the Soul-Severing Knife into his stomach. Powerful stomach acid surged out, corroding the fragments into pits.

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

Countless interception masters took a breath of air.

Seizing the Soul-Severing Knife is not scary, what is scary is Lin Fan's body!

So perverted!

Lin Fan's cultivation level is only in the early stage of Daluo Jinxian, but he can forcefully pick up middle-grade innate spiritual treasures with his bare hands, and crush middle-grade innate spiritual treasures with his teeth, which is at least the same level of power.

Doesn't it mean that Lin Fan's physical body is equivalent to the most powerful middle-grade innate spiritual treasure?

The same thought arose in the minds of countless people.

Qiong Xiao pursed her pouted lips, as if she regretted her judgment.

A smile appeared on Yun Xiao's face. Junior Brother Lin, who was accustomed to hiding his strength, was indeed not as simple as he appeared.

"Won!"

Zhao Gongming's eyes changed when he looked at Lin Fan. Originally, he accepted the fact that Lin Fan became his direct disciple, but in the end he was a little dissatisfied. At this moment, Lin Fan's actions proved that Lin Fan was qualified to become his direct disciple!

"not good!"

The pupils of many interception masters shrank, as if the balance of victory and defeat was once again unbalanced.

Boom!

Lin Fan seemed to be too drunk. He was walking on the flat ground of the ring, fell heavily, and lay on the ring without getting up. He was still mumbling: "I want to drink! Why is the wine! Where is the wine?"

Dingguangxian's eyes lit up as his protective magic weapon was taken away, and he regained hope of victory.

"Haha. How can a drunkard argue with me? Senior brother will teach you today what it means to drink and cause trouble!" Dingguangxian was very proud to see Lin Fan drunk.

As long as he defeats Lin Fan, Lin Fan will have no hope of becoming his direct disciple. Lin Fan will still be an ordinary outer disciple. When he sees him, he will call him Senior Brother Dingguangxian!

Dingguangxian carefully held up a long needle, and the aura of the Taiyi Golden Immortal level rippled on the needle. This needle was a Taiyi Golden Immortal level magic weapon. It was made from the fallen hair of his body. It was very sharp and also very sharp. Quenched the poison.

The name of the needle is Youlan, which carries four kinds of ancient poisons, forty-two kinds of poisons of Taiyi Golden Immortal-level poisonous beasts and one hundred and thirty-five kinds of top-grade poisonous weeds. It is the needle of Da Luo Jinxian, and the physical body The soul disintegrated on the spot, leaving only the true spirit to go to the six realms of reincarnation.

There is only one shortcoming of this magic weapon. It has no spatial ability and it is difficult to stab the opponent's body, so it is usually useless.

But now that Lin Fan was drunk on the ground, the blue needle came in handy.

Dingguangxian carefully controlled the blue needle to pierce Lin Fan's eyebrow where his soul was hidden. The eyebrow was the most vulnerable place for an immortal, and it was connected to the space where his soul was hidden.

The center of the brow is broken, the soul is broken, once broken, a hundred broken, all the Taoism and cultivation are wasted.

Lin Fan, who was lying drunk on the ground, was still completely unaware.

Everyone was sweating.

"Teacher, should we stop this battle? The worst case scenario is that Lin Fan loses, otherwise Lin Fan will have to reincarnate and start a new path." Zhao Gongming said.

Taoist Tongtian seemed unconscious and said nothing.

"Teacher, please say something." Zhao Gongming couldn't help but said, Lin Fan is a peerless genius that has been rare for millions of years. It is a pity that he failed and died and was reincarnated like this!

Although the immortal reincarnated and re-cultivated, there will be no mystery in the womb and he can still cultivate the Taoism of his previous life. However, I don’t know how much time it will take, and it may also affect the Taoist heart, leaving an unforgettable shadow in the Taoist heart!

"Stop talking!" Leader Tongtian casually struck Zhao Gongming's mouth with a spiritual light. Zhao Gongming looked anxious, but could not say a word.

"Appetizer, appetizer..." Lin Fan lay on the ground dumbfounded.

Ding!

The moment the blue needle was nailed between Lin Fan's eyebrows, it felt like it was being driven into a heavy resistance, and it was like being nailed into a piece of tough cowhide, unable to even penetrate the defense.

Lin Fan's body bloomed with golden blood, and the golden blood swept into the sky, turning into a vision of the Immortal King coming to the sky, and the shadow of a twelve-clawed golden dragon roared into the sky.

The golden blood energy and dragon roar pushed back the spreading poison, and with a clang, the blue needle fell to the ground.

"Ah?" Dingguangxian's thinking stopped.

Lin Fan, who was lying on the ground, turned over casually, stretched out his big hand and grasped Dingguangxian's body as if ignoring the distance in space, and crushed it into pieces. The flesh and blood exploded all over the ground, dripping with blood and extremely bloody.

Between his five fingers, there is a struggling Yuanshen. The Yuanshen looks like a whining white rabbit. The white rabbit has two slender ears, and its huge eyes are full of fear and panic.

"Forgive me!"