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

When Hua Yangzi saw Ye Qian'an being so arrogant, his rage grew even greater.

The immortal sword in his hand shone brightly, and a sharp sword energy shot towards Ye Qian'an at such a fast speed that it cut through the void on both sides in an instant.

Ye Qian'an was not afraid at all. He held the sword in his hand and easily blocked the attack.

"Humph, you ignorant brat, today I will let you see the strength of a late Sanxian."

Hua Yangzi shouted angrily, and his figure flashed, appearing in front of Ye Qian'an in an instant, and the magic sword in his hand attacked Ye Qian'an like a storm.

Ye Qian'an responded calmly, waving the sword in his hand with heavy sword shadows, and started a fierce battle with Hua Yangzi.

The aftermath of the battle between the two caused the surrounding space to continue to distort, and the disciples of Qingxuan Sect retreated one after another, fearing that they would be affected.

Fujiwara Tian watched from the side, secretly hoping that Hua Yangzi could defeat Ye Qi'an as soon as possible. However, as the battle progressed, he found that Ye Qi'an's strength was far beyond his imagination.

Although Hua Yangzi had the advantage in realm, Ye Qian'an's swordsmanship was exquisite and his combat experience was extremely rich. For a while, he and Hua Yangzi were evenly matched.

"What kind of monster is this Ye Qian'an? He can actually compete with Hua Yangzi, who is in the late stage of the immortal." Fujiwara Tian was shocked.

At this moment, Ye Qian'an suddenly shouted: "The sword breaks all laws!"

The long sword in his hand burst into dazzling light, and a powerful sword energy slashed towards Hua Yangzi. Hua Yangzi's face changed, and he quickly waved his sword to resist.

But the sword energy was so powerful that it directly knocked him back several steps.

A strong sense of crisis surged in Hua Yangzi's heart, and he realized that he could no longer underestimate Ye Qian'an.

He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and launched a stronger attack again. However, Ye Qian'an became more and more courageous and did not lose the upper hand at all.

"This is impossible. You are clearly in the early stage of the Loose Immortal Realm. How can you possess such a terrifying strength?!"

"You old man, go to hell and ask your ancestors..."

Hua Yangzi flew into a rage and shouted, "My master is the old demon. If you kill me, my master will definitely not let you go!"

Hearing the words "Old Demon", Ye Qian'an narrowed his eyes, and the old Taoist Wen Mo, whom he had killed decades ago, emerged in his mind.

This guy calls himself the disciple of the old demon.

"What's the relationship between Master Wenmo and me?"

Ye Qian'an asked calmly.

"You know my junior brother?" Hua Yangzi was a little surprised, and then he frowned and said, "My junior brother disappeared sixty years ago. Have you seen him?"

"You mean, this?"

Ye Qian'an flipped his right hand, and a Ten Thousand Souls Banner suddenly appeared in his hand. The banner was engraved with densely packed talismans. There was deathly silence, and a strong smell of blood permeated the area three feet around him.

Seeing this, Hua Yangzi immediately knew why his junior brother disappeared. It turned out that he was killed by Ye Qian'an in front of him.

"Ye Qian'an, you dare to kill my fellow apprentice. If my master, the old demon, knew about this, he would make sure your blood would splatter five steps away!"

"You don't have this chance."

Ye Qian'an's eyes flashed, and he swung the sword in his hand again. An even more powerful sword energy slashed towards Hua Yangzi.

Hua Yangzi hurriedly raised his sword to block, but under Ye Qian'an's full-strength attack, the immortal sword in his hand broke instantly, and the sword energy directly pierced his throat.

The sword blade cut his throat. Hua Yangzi covered his neck, which was spurting blood, with both hands. He stared at Ye Qian'an and roared unwillingly: "I am... the disciple of Old Man Tianmo... you dare to kill me... my master will not let... you... go..." After saying the last sentence, Hua Yangzi's body became extremely stiff, and he finally died with an unwilling look on his face.

When Fujiwara Ten saw Huayangzi being killed, his heart was filled with despair.

He knew that he could not defeat Ye Qian'an today. Thinking of this, Fujiwara Tian bit his finger, drew a teleportation array in the sky, and turned around to escape.

But Ye Qian'an had anticipated this. Since they were already enemies, how could he let him escape easily? He flashed and instantly appeared in front of Fujiwara Ten, blocking his way.

"Want to run? Not that easy." Ye Qian'an looked at Fujiwara Ten coldly.

Fujiwara looked at Ye Qian'an in horror, his legs softened, and he knelt on the ground begging for mercy: "Senior Ye, spare my life! I know I was wrong, and I will never dare to be your enemy again."

"Do you think it's possible?"

Ye Qian'an remained unmoved. He swung the sword in his hand and ended Fujiwara Ten's life.

When the disciples of Qingxuan Sect saw how powerful Ye Qian'an was, they all cheered.

Ye Qian'an put away his sword and looked at the two bodies on the ground without any ripples in his heart. He knew that in this world where the strong prey on the weak, only by constantly improving his own strength can he protect himself and the people around him.

Ye Qian'an landed steadily on the ground, burned the bodies of the two men to ashes, and then collected the storage rings of the two men, as they might come in handy in the future.

Emperor Junwan walked over with a smile, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xiao An'an, I didn't expect you to be so powerful that you can kill two powerful immortals."

Ye Qian'an nodded and said, "Are you all okay?"

"It's okay." Dijun Wan looked at the elders whose Nascent Souls were shattered and sighed, "It's just... the loss of a few elders."

Ye Qian'an also noticed the bodies of the elders, but did not show any regret. After all, the world of cultivation is a place where the strong prey on the weak, and no one can predict when they will die.

After a hundred years of practice, Ye Qian'an has long forgotten about life and death. He only knows how to practice hard and protect the people he cares about.

Shui Ling'er came over and said with a smile: "Ye Qian'an, do you still remember me?"

Ye Qian'an certainly remembered, and bowed slightly to Shui Ling'er: "Greetings, Uncle Ling'er."

When I went to the upper sect to practice, I refined a few pills here with Uncle Shui Ling'er, so naturally I couldn't forget it.

Ye Qian'an glanced at Dan Yangzi who turned and left, and didn't say anything. After all, what this old guy fears most now is that he will snatch the position of the head of Qingxuan Sect.

It is really not a blessing that Qingxuan Sect fell into his hands.

Ye Qian'an said: "Uncle Master, I will repair the formation next, and then I will return to Shenxuan Sect."

"So fast……"

Di Junwan lowered her head in disappointment, then asked, "When will you come back?"

Ye Qian'an shook his head.

He also didn't know when he would be able to come back, maybe a few years, maybe decades, or even hundreds of years.

Cultivators have no way of controlling time, and perhaps after a period of practice is completed, the entire Yulong Kingdom will change.

Di Junwan did not continue to ask, but kept smiling and changed the subject: "Okay, Master Uncle knows. When you come back, Master Uncle will probably have broken through to the realm of scattered immortals."

(End of this chapter)