Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 27: Drinking in the cup, I can sing songs, I have a sword that can cut the sky
"I drink from the cup and sing songs of immortality, and I have a sword that can cut through the sky!"

The sword flashed and emitted a cold light.

Such a heroic speech made everyone present stunned, and they all looked at Ye Qian'an who was drinking and writing poetry with astonished eyes.

Ye Qian'an smiled indifferently, pointed the long sword in his hand straight at the sky, and said wildly: "My fellow Taoists, who among you can fight with me?!"

Facing Ye Qian'an's provocation, the geniuses from all the major sects stopped in their tracks. Their expressions were strange and varied, but not one of them took a single step forward. It was not that they didn't want to, but that they didn't dare.

Among the geniuses in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm, even if one were to look at the entire Shenzhou Continent, if Ye Qian'an were second, who would dare to claim to be first? !
The leaders of all the major sects were frowning and standing still with gloomy expressions. They had already developed murderous intentions towards Ye Qian'an in their hearts.

If we let this kind of genius go, he will surely grow into a strong man who can rival the entire Shenzhou continent. If we don't kill him in time, he will become a serious concern in the future.

They just nodded to each other and immediately notified the geniuses in the sect to join hands. Even if they had to use secret techniques, they had to kill this guy. Otherwise, giving him the last bit of time would lead to endless troubles.

Young Master Du, one of the Five Poison Guards of Luohe Sect, had a gloomy look on his face. He was about to leave, but he didn't expect that the sect leader would give him an order at this time.

Kill Ye Qian'an at all costs.

Isn't this obviously asking yourself to die?
Nascent Soul challenges the God Transformation?

Isn't that asking for death?

But the Poison Master Qin Wuyan dared not disobey the order of the Sect Leader, so he could only step forward bravely. In his heart, he was also having second thoughts and decided to surrender immediately and loudly if he failed in the first round.

After all, we only have one life, and if we die, we are really dead.

When the geniuses from various major sects saw someone walking up to the arena, the others also had an idea in their minds. They stood up at the same time and followed Master Du onto the arena.

The prodigy of Huangquan Pavilion, Gadfly, was bleeding from his mouth and nose. He was so weak that he even staggered when he walked. But for the dignity of Huangquan Pavilion, Gadfly decided to kill Ye Qian'an in front of him.

The envoy from the upper sect frowned slightly and said in a reproachful tone: "The geniuses from all the major sects have taken action. Do they not intend to let Ye Qian'an live?"

Leng Qianning stood up calmly, waved her jade finger, and a jar of 800-year-old wine slowly fell in front of Ye Qian'an.

Ye Qi'an understood and nodded, then opened the jar of wine given by his master Leng Qianning with a pop. The aroma of the wine was rich, like the sweet fragrance of ripe fruit, which was intoxicating.

The aroma of the wine, like an ancient story, flows slowly in the long river of time, making people intoxicated.

Like an elegant symphony, the rich fruity aroma and the rich oak aroma are intertwined, and the delicate sweetness and gentle sourness complement each other.

As time goes by, the aroma of the wine evolves in the air, gradually transforming from the warmth of fresh brewing to the elegance of aging. Just like the sunset, the color of the sky and the earth gradually changes from warm crimson to deep sapphire blue.

Ye Qian'an was also attracted by the wine in the jar. He couldn't wait to take a sip. It was sweet and clear like nectar.

It’s like nectar!

It’s really good wine!

Ye Qian'an only took a sip and noticed its sweetness. He couldn't help himself and drank up the wine in the jar in front of so many geniuses.

[Congratulations to the host for drinking a jar of 13-year-old Fire Bamboo Wine. Reward the host with + Drunken Sword Immortal attainments]

Ye Qian'an was a little drunk and didn't hear the sound clearly. He held the sword in his backhand and his body was staggering, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.

However, Ye Qian'an felt unsatisfied, so he lifted the wine gourd on his waist and drank wildly in front of everyone. Almost everyone around the ring looked at each other in bewilderment, and someone couldn't help but ask, "What is this guy doing? Drinking?"

"Is this guy crazy? He drank so much alcohol and he didn't use his spiritual power to expel the alcohol from his body?"

"This boy seems to be gifted, but he is actually an alcoholic. He will not achieve anything great in the future."

"That's right. A drunkard like this will die if he dies."

Facing the ridicule from the disciples around him, Ye Qian'an raised a strange arc at the corner of his mouth, then put away the wine gourd and hung it around his waist again.

Ye Qian'an just laughed heartily, and the sound like thunder resounded throughout the entire competition arena.

"The Great River Sword comes from the sky, all immortal swords obey my command!"

"Sword rises!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the immortal swords in the hands of thousands of Qingxuan Sect's disciples began to tremble violently. In the astonished gaze of everyone, the immortal swords broke out of their sheaths, and as they shot up, they turned into rays of light of different colors, drawing perfect arcs in the air, as dazzling as stars.

Everyone who saw this was stunned where they were. Before the Qingxuan Sect disciples could react, the same phenomenon occurred to the disciples of other sword-using sects.

Their immortal swords had no time to suppress it as they were all attracted by this special sword intent. No matter how they tried to retract them, the immortal swords seemed to have lost control and spun wildly in the sky.

The colorful immortal swords swirled wildly like a tornado, and the hurricane formed was enough to tear the void apart, forcing the disciples who were watching the fun to retreat backwards.

Fortunately, the sect's envoys had set up a barrier in advance at this moment, otherwise, the fierce sword energy alone could easily kill all the cultivators below the Jindan stage.

Ye Qian'an's face flushed, and he raised the corner of his lips. The fairy sword in his hand turned into a ray of golden light, and rushed straight into the sky along with the light of other fairy swords.

quiet!
The sky was eerily quiet.

But everyone knows that this should be the calm before the storm.

Qin Wuyan, the Tianjiao of Luohe Sect, immediately shouted loudly: "Everyone, act together, don't let this boy release this sword intent!"

Following Qin Wuyan's reminder, the people who were still in a daze just now finally came to their senses and used their magic weapons to smash Ye Qian'an in front of them.

Qin Wuyan even took out a bamboo flute from his pocket and blew it hard. Circles of sound waves spread in the air, like autumn rain falling into water, creating ripples.

Ye Qian'an smiled calmly and glanced at the various magic weapons flying towards him.

"Noisy."

hum~
At this moment, a shrill buzzing sound suddenly sounded from the sky.

The flying magic weapons seemed to be hit by something before they touched Ye Qian'an's body, and flew backwards immediately. Some of the magic weapons even shattered into pieces like broken glass in an instant.

The one who suffered the most was Young Master Du, one of the Five Poison Guardians of Luohe Sect. A trace of blood was seen flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were red as he stared at the magic weapon that had been completely scrapped.

The sound wave he just released was actually split into two halves. The generated sword intent not only tore his sound wave apart, but also directly split his proud magic bamboo flute into several sections.

(End of this chapter)