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

Audiences across the country exclaimed when they saw Wang Beichen's incredible skills.

"Damn it, Three Thousand Swordsmen, is this an attack that a Bone Forging Realm warrior can use?"

"That's outrageous!"

"Don't forget, Wang Beichen's talent is also EX level!"

"Sure enough, none of the EX-level talents are weak."

"He's only 13 years old. I was still playing in the mud when I was 13!"

"Why does he have so much spiritual power?"

"I really succeeded in the challenge. I am worthy of being the genius of the Wang family."

"It looks like it's so easy to win..."

…

In the special monitoring room, Duanmu Qian looked at Wang Beichen who was recuperating in the sky and spoke slowly.

"His sword seems to be able to seal the souls of alien beasts."

"The soul can give the sword various special effects, recovery, treatment, mental power replenishment, attack..."

"Making flying swords, storing flying swords, as long as you give him enough preparation time, his strength will probably increase exponentially."

"No wonder the holders of EX-level talents are known as the seeds of the emperor."

Tianjian City, the ancestral home of the Wang family.

When Wang Beichen reduced the health of the Sword Emperor's projection to 60%, the entire family meeting room became excited.

Wang Jiannian held his wife Murong Wan's hand tightly, unable to conceal his excitement.

The clan leader Wang Xiao roared with a red face.

"What a good boy, you are so proud of me, Mr. Wang, he actually did it!"

The tenth elder was equally excited: "This kid, Beichen, is really the genius of my Wang family. At the age of thirteen, he defeated the ancestor's projection."

Only the Supreme Elder looked calmer.

He has a relatively clear understanding of his ancestor's strength, and he also knows clearly that Wang Beichen's talent can restrain his ancestor's projection at low levels.

Sometimes, quantity can beat quality.

But in most cases, quality trumps quantity.

However, as the current spiritual pillar of the family, he will not ruin everyone's happiness.

During this period, Wang encountered too many unpleasant things.

Finally, I have something that makes me happy from the bottom of my heart.

He also temporarily forgot the unhappiness in his heart because of this incident.

In the conference hall, the smiles of the Wang clan almost shattered the tea cups on the table.

In the vast China, with a history of more than ten thousand years, there are only a few who can defeat the emperor's projection.

The only warrior who can set a record at the age of thirteen is Wang Beichen.

This is a name left in history, and this is the prelude to the great success of the Wang family.

History will once again leave a mark for his Wang family.

How could this not excite them!

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All the major imperial clans were also shocked by the powerful combat power displayed by Wang Beichen.

"I paid too much attention to Yunjiu before. I didn't expect that a thirteen-year-old child could achieve such an achievement."

"This Wang Beichen is worthy of the title of the son of prophecy."

"His fighting style should have been restrained by the Sword Emperor, but the Sword Emperor's projection is only in the Bone Forging Realm, and quantity outweighs quality."

"His talent is a bit strange. He captures the soul and seals it in the sword."

"This talent doesn't seem to give him any attribute bonus, but the other abilities are like giving him an arsenal."

"How can an emperor-level talent be weak?"

"Let's see how he performs in the next stage?"

…

Sword Emperor Statue World.

Wang Beichen looked ahead. The golden light gradually dissipated from the Sword Emperor's projection, and the fear reappeared in his eyes.

Clang!

A clear voice sounded from nowhere.

Then, the sound got louder and louder.

"The sound of swords?"

Almost instantly, a fatal sense of crisis invaded Wang Beichen's heart.

Without any hesitation, he summoned the sword with wings and rose into the sky again.

The moment his body left the ground, a huge sword mark appeared where Wang Beichen had just been.

Looking at this sword mark, Wang Beichen couldn't hide his horror.

"What...when was it cut out..."

If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have been eliminated just now.

The next moment, he started to panic again.

because……

The Sword Emperor's projection disappeared!

"People... where are people..."

Wang Beichen's heart was beating wildly and his attention was highly concentrated.

However, no matter how he searched, he could not find the other party's shadow.

At this moment, his whole body stiffened.

He swallowed hard and looked up sharply.

The disappearing Sword Emperor's projection was above him, looking at him playfully with his arms folded.

The projection of the Sword Emperor, flying swords on his feet, surrounded by sword intent, already looks invincible.

Seeing this, Wang Beichen's scalp went numb.

He quickly controlled the flying sword and distanced himself from the opponent.

The strange thing is that the other party clearly had the opportunity to sneak attack on him, but he didn't do it.

Did his bloodline sense that he was a member of the Wang clan, or did he disdain a sneak attack, or did he not take me seriously at all?

But no matter which one it is, Wang Beichen must stay away from him.

The third stage of projection gave him an unprecedented sense of oppression.

After pulling away, Wang Beichen's heart beat wildly as he looked at the projection of the Sword Emperor who had not moved a step.

He looked at the projection of the Sword Emperor in the distance with a gloomy face.

what's going on?

Why didn't he take the opportunity to get closer?

Could it be that the ancestor projection in the third stage already has the means to attack from a distance?

Suppressing his thoughts, Wang Beichen knew that he had to use his killing move.

Otherwise, he may never have a chance to take action again!

After making up his mind, Wang Beichen controlled the flying sword with wings and came to his feet.

He stepped on the flying sword and stood in the air.

He couldn't freely control the flying sword, but he could still do it easily while standing in the air.

Looking at the projection of the Sword Emperor in the distance, Wang Beichen took a deep breath.

"See it, my strongest attack."

He directly sacrificed ten light blue flying swords that restored his spiritual power.

After the flying swords came out, they formed a sword formation around him, constantly providing him with huge spiritual power.

With the help of this spiritual power, Wang Beichen roared angrily.

Huge spiritual power spurted out in an instant.

As Wang Beichen roared, the space behind him rippled crazily like a lake eroded by heavy rain.

Immediately afterwards, a flying sword with a cold light was summoned from the treasure house of swords.

The projection of the Sword Emperor in the distance saw this, smiled softly, and then controlled the flying sword to fall back to the ground.

When Wang Beichen saw this, an unknown anger arose in his heart.

"You will pay the price if you look down on me!!!"

Flying swords kept piling up behind him.

One thousand.

Three thousand.

Six thousand.

Nine thousand.

In the end, the number reached a terrifying number of more than 10,000.

This is Wang Beichen's flying sword, and it is also his strongest and final blow so far!

Under Wang Beichen's control, more than ten thousand flying swords gradually formed a giant dragon full of sharp and murderous aura!

The length of the giant dragon has reached more than a hundred meters.

Wang Beichen stood in the air, looking at the projection of the Sword Emperor below who showed no resistance, and let out a roar.

Then control the giant sword dragon to rush towards the projection of the Sword Emperor below.

Facing the huge dragon, the Sword Emperor's projection made no extra moves.

He just gently lifted his sword.

At the same time, a terrifying and unspeakable force surrounded his sword.

"Heaven and earth...one sword..."

Accompanied by the ancient and deep voice, the Sword Emperor projected...

The sword is out!

One sword!

cut!

Qiang——

Following this sword attack, thousands of flying swords began to scream continuously.

The sword light flashed across, and the dragon fell.

Tens of thousands of flying swords turned into fragments all over the sky, and a rain of broken swords began.

The soul of the alien beast sealed in the flying sword was strangled by the powerful sword intention while the sword body was shattered.

The projection of the Sword Emperor below slowly retracted his sword.

In fact, it no longer matters to him whether he can put his sword away or not.

Because he had already eliminated the opponent's special move and saw the pale and desperate face of the dragon master.

That is a sign of losing the will to fight.

His enemies no longer had the courage to swing their swords at him...