Chapter 66

how?

If it was before, Wu Chi could naturally teach him a lesson and put on airs of a master! But now, all he can do is... confess!

"Uncle Zhang, what are you still doing? Why don't you bring wine for this girl?"

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the purple-clothed woman's face froze for a long time, and suddenly froze, as if she had punched out with a long-prepared punch, but it hit the cotton.

The willow eyebrows were upside down, and the purple-clothed woman sneered, "I thought she was a man with backbone, but I didn't realize it. She is also a bully and fears the hard-bodied. After meddling with this girl's business, do you want to expose it lightly like this?"

With a flash of sword light, the purple-clothed woman was annoyed, and she struck fiercely, and the sword pointed directly at Wu Chi's vital point.

Before he knew it, Wu Chi had already walked up to the guards who had been killed by the purple-clothed woman. With a touch of his feet, a sword suddenly jumped up and jumped into Wu Chi's hand.

"Ding!"

The long swords clashed, and although he took a step back, the sword was still blocked by Wu Chi after all.

"Hey, there are two tricks, no wonder you dare to meddle in your own business." With a light snort, the purple-clothed woman's sword changed, and she pounced towards Wu Chi again like a ghost.

Pupils shrank slightly, Wu Chi advanced instead of retreating, and the sword edge slashed obliquely, grabbing the purple-clothed woman's wrist.

The foundation of the way of swordsmanship was destroyed. Although there was no sword energy, Wu Chi's eyesight and sword intent were still there. Although the purple-clothed woman's sword moves were weird, they were extremely clever. If she tried to block her attack, she would immediately fall into endless chaos. During the attack, and the woman's swordsmanship is like a ghost, even if she wants to block it, she may not be able to block it.

Since then, the only way to break the siege is to do the opposite, replace defense with offense, and force her to withdraw her sword and return to defense.

The complexion changed suddenly, and the purple-clothed woman withdrew her sword and returned to defense, with a look of disbelief in her eyes, "You can actually see through my sword?"

"Girl, we have no grievances or enmities, why don't we just let this go?"

It seemed that he had easily broken the opponent's attack, but Wu Chi knew it. True energy exhausted, every time he makes a move now, he has to endure great pain! But under the attack of the purple-clothed woman, if he didn't use his true energy, no matter how exquisite his sword moves were, he wouldn't be able to catch her.

"Beautiful thinking! Look at the trick!"

The offensive was blocked by Wu Chi just now, and the woman in purple was feeling annoyed, so she was not willing to let it go.

Since then, Wu Chi has been complaining incessantly, and in just a moment, his body feels like being pierced by thousands of needles, and beads of sweat are faintly oozing from his forehead.

If it weren't for Ming Wu Chengying's sword intent, he would often be able to see through the flaws in the opponent's sword when he made a move, and he might not be able to hold on long ago.

While Wu Chi was struggling to support, the purple-clothed woman became more and more frightened as she fought. Since she became a master, she has rarely met opponents among her peers. With this set of phantom swordsmanship, I don't know how many strong men she has killed.

But the kid on the opposite side, even though she was barely capable of transforming herself, she was able to accurately avoid the killer move in her sword power. Although it seemed dangerous, he couldn't attack at all in a short while.

Angry in her heart, the purple-clothed woman snorted coldly, and the sword edge was suddenly dyed with a layer of purple sword energy, and she rushed towards Wu Chi brutally.

With a click, Wu Chi sighed in his heart, and completely gave up resistance.

If it was before, this bit of sword energy was nothing at all, but now that the foundation of the way of the sword has been destroyed, this bit of sword energy is undoubtedly enough to be fatal.

Jianfeng stopped three inches in front of Wu Chi's throat, and the woman in purple said triumphantly, "I don't believe this girl can't cure you anymore."

After a wry smile, Wu Chi shrugged, "The girl has condensed her sword energy, so I am naturally no match!"

"Why, you think this girl wins with sword energy, are you not convinced?" The purple-clothed woman raised her brows, and immediately understood the meaning of Wu Chi's words, and said dissatisfiedly, "You don't live up to your spirit, you can't cultivate sword energy, Do you still blame me?"

"Don't dare!" Although pointed at by Jian Feng, Wu Chi showed no signs of fear, and turned to Zhang Gui anyway, "Uncle Zhang, why don't you help this girl fetch wine, do you really want to die?"

Zhang Gui was dumbfounded just now, but now that he was reminded by Wu Chi, he immediately reacted, and hurriedly went outside to fetch wine.

When encountering such a murderous female devil, no reason will work, even the shopkeeper is dead, if you still insist on refusing to bring the wine, then you are really courting death.

"You're quite courageous." She glanced at Wu Chi in surprise, and the purple-clothed woman withdrew her sword and sat down at the table again.

"I can't beat you, but the girl looks like a good drinker. How about we change the comparison?"

Sitting down calmly opposite the woman in purple, Wu Chi said casually.

"You want to compare my drinking capacity with me?" the purple-clothed woman curled her lips and asked disdainfully.

"Why, don't you dare?" Wu Chi poured himself a bowl of wine and asked back unceremoniously.

"Interesting, since that's the case, then let's take a gamble." With a pat, another jar of wine on the table was opened, and the woman in purple said leisurely, "Ten jars of wine for one person, as long as you can survive ten jars without getting drunk." , even if you win."

"Ten altars?" Wu Chi was dumbfounded.

It's not that he can't drink, but to be great is to drink two or three jars is the limit! When someone opens their mouth, there are ten altars per person, how can this compare?

"Why, not enough? Then twenty altars will be enough." The woman in purple said with disdain after casting a sideways glance at Wu Chi.

"No, no, the ten altars are pretty good, pretty good." Wu Chi interrupted hastily.

Just kidding, he can't finish drinking ten altars, so he has to pay back twenty altars.

"Since you want to gamble, you must have a bet."

"What do you want to bet? Silver or gold?" Wu Chi asked with a move in his heart.

He has a lot of gold tickets and spiritual crystals on him, if he can use these things to fool him, he will just find a chance to admit defeat.

Giving Wu Chi a disdainful look, the woman in purple said leisurely, "My girl never cares about gold and silver. If you want to gamble, just bet on something interesting."

With a glance, he immediately fell on the young man who was helping Zhang Gui carry the wine.

"How about this, aren't you meddling? We'll bet on this kid's life. If you win, it's his life! If you lose, don't blame me for being cruel."

"Why?" Wu Chi jumped up immediately.

"Just because you can't beat me." The woman in purple pushed back confidently.

"..."

In an instant, Wu Chi almost went crazy.

Why does it seem that I have never taken advantage of women? It's fine if she can't beat Zhou Xiaoniu, but now she is eaten to death by this female devil again.

"Of course, you can also choose not to gamble. I'll kill him now, so as not to be an eyesore here."

"...It's a gamble!" Wu Chi sat down angrily and said through gritted teeth.

"You advise you not to fight indiscriminately." The woman in purple continued to say after glancing at Wu Chi, "If this kid dares to run ahead of time, I guarantee he won't be able to get out of this door."

If the strength is inferior to others, there is no right to say no at all.

If it was Wu Chi's own life, he didn't have to worry about it, but when it came to Zhang Yang's life, Wu Chi couldn't help it.

Picking up a jug of wine, he patted it with his plain hand, and a gust of wine flew out like a waterline, and fell precisely into the mouth of the woman in purple.

With a wry smile, Wu Chi didn't dare to use his true energy to play tricks like this, he picked up the wine jar honestly, and drank it in big gulps.

A jar of good wine, but it was drunk in a moment.

It was the first time for Wu Chi to drink this kind of fast wine, and when he put down the wine jar, his face turned slightly red.

"Come again!"

Seeing that Wu Chi had finished drinking, the woman in purple casually grabbed another jar, and also reached out to slap it, the water line was forced out again, and she drank the second jar slowly.

After drinking three jars of wine in a row, Wu Chi's mind was a little dazed.

But seeing the expressionless face of the woman in purple, one can understand that there is nothing wrong with her at all.

"I admit defeat, you let this little guy go, you want to kill him, come at me?" Holding the fourth jar of wine in his hand, Wu Chi said in a deep voice.

"Why, do you still want to renege on the debt after losing?" The woman in purple said softly with her delicate brows raised slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"He's just a child, and he has nothing to do with him. I'm the one who bet with you, and if I lose, I should lose my life."

Wu Chi still remembered that Zhang Yang slipped into his car on the way and asked if he could teach him how to practice. How could he bear to lose his life in an inexplicable gambling now?

"What's his relationship with you?" Looking at Wu Chi curiously, the woman in purple asked.

"Uncle Zhang saved my life." Looking up, Wu Chi replied truthfully.

"He is an ordinary person, how could he save you?" The woman in purple said disdainfully with a snort.

The moment the voice fell, he seemed to think of something, his figure shook slightly, and he reached out and grabbed Wu Chi's wrist, "Have you been injured?"

True Qi penetrated into Wu Chi's body, and the purple-clothed woman suddenly discovered that Wu Chi's body was a mess at all. The True Qi was exhausted, and it was almost impossible to maintain the state of transformation.

Aware of Wu Chi's injury, the woman in purple was finally moved!

It was hard to imagine that the opponent was in such a state, forcibly blocked his attack, forcing him to use his sword energy to win.

"Brother Ang is a good man, don't hurt him."

Seeing the woman in purple grabbing Wu Chi's wrist, Zhang Yang, who was hiding aside, ran over and shouted loudly.

Ignoring Zhang Yang, the woman in purple frowned slightly, "You are injured, so you shouldn't drink! Since you're not too annoying, that's all."

"You promised to let them go?" Wu Chi asked with a hint of joy on his face.

"Why?" With a sneer, the purple-clothed woman said flatly, "I can spare your life, but since you lost, I will take the bet! I have such a temper, so there is no need to discuss it."

"You!" Wu Chi got up angrily, pointed at the woman in purple but didn't know what to do.

"What? You still want to fight with me?" The woman in purple asked leisurely with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

With Wu Chi's current state, taking action is nothing more than self-inflicted humiliation.