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

As Ye Qian'an finished the pot of wine in his hand, the magic sword seemed to have a spirit, circling above his head, shining brightly, and turned into a giant lightsaber that was a hundred feet long.

On the blade of the lightsaber, runes flickered and there was a faint cloud of mist lingering, as if birds were flying through it, as if it contained a small world.

Seeing this, the old man in black robe became serious. He could feel that the power of this attack should not be underestimated.

He clenched the black staff in both hands and continuously injected his spiritual power into it. The faint light on the black staff became more and more intense, and gradually formed a huge black vortex in front of him. Faint sounds of ghosts crying could be heard from the vortex, as if it was going to swallow up everything in the world.

"Hmph, boy, you are still a little naive if you want to fight with me!" The old man in black robe shouted and swung his staff vigorously. A black vortex swept towards Ye Qian'an. Wherever it passed, cracks appeared in the space.

Ye Qian'an showed no fear. He swayed slightly, as if he was drunk, but with a strange rhythm. He shouted, "Go!"

The giant lightsaber above his head slashed towards the black vortex with the power of destroying the world. The moment the lightsaber collided with the vortex, an extremely strong light burst out, the light was as dazzling as the sun, forcing everyone present to close their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, there was a deafening roar, as if the heaven and earth were about to collapse.

Powerful energy shock waves spread in all directions. The buildings of Shenxuan Sect collapsed one after another under this force. Some disciples with lower cultivation base were hit by this force and vomited blood, flying backwards.

When the light and impact gradually dissipated, everyone opened their eyes and looked, only to see Ye Qian'an still standing proudly in the air, but his face was slightly pale and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

The old man in black robe was not feeling well either. His black robe was torn in many places, the light on his staff was dimmed a lot, and his eyes were full of shock and anger.

"You kid... actually have such strength." The old man in black robe said gritting his teeth.

Ye Qian'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and showed an uninhibited smile, "How is it, old man? Isn't my trick pretty good?"

As he spoke, he took out a pot of wine from his storage ring, tilted his head back and took a few gulps. The wine spilled on his clothes, but it made his eyes brighter.

"What a Drunken Swordsman, what a Ye Qian'an!"

Zhou Wutai stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked around, but did not find Zhou Yuyan's location. He was puzzled and asked, "Tianwu, why don't you see my grandson?"

Zhou Tianwu knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face, pointing at the ashes in the distance, and cried bitterly: "Father... Yan'er... has been killed by Ye Qian'an..."

When Zhou Wutai heard this, his whole body trembled, and his pupils shrank sharply, full of disbelief. He looked at the ashes that Zhou Tianwu pointed at, and his eyes instantly became as fierce as a wolf, filled with endless anger and hatred.

"Ye Qian'an! How dare you!" Zhou Wutai roared, his voice like thunder, causing pain in the eardrums of everyone present. His spiritual power surged uncontrollably, and his already damaged aura became even more chaotic, but at this moment he could no longer care about these things, and the only thought in his mind was to avenge his grandson.

"Today, I will tear you into pieces to sacrifice to my grandson's spirit in heaven!" Zhou Wutai gnashed his teeth and rushed towards Ye Qian'an. He was so fast that he left a black afterimage in the air, and every time he flashed, he brought up a powerful spiritual power storm.

Ye Qian'an frowned slightly. He could feel the powerful force contained in Zhou Wutai's desperate attack. He put away the wine pot, his expression became serious, and he clenched the sword in his hand again, ready to fight.

"Old man, do you think I'm afraid of you? Zhou Yuyan has committed many evil deeds and deserves to die. If you want to avenge him, then come on!" Ye Qian'an responded loudly, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

Just as Zhou Wutai was about to attack Ye Qian'an, suddenly, a clear flute sounded. It turned out that Nalan Xue had taken action. She played the flute in her hand, and sound waves turned into physical attacks and attacked Zhou Wutai. These sound waves were as sharp as a blade, disrupting Zhou Wutai's attack rhythm.

"Nalan Xue, you dare to stop me?" Zhou Wutai roared. He waved his spiritual power to repel the sound waves, but this brief obstruction also slowed down his offensive.

Ye Qian'an seized the opportunity, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared beside Zhou Wutai, and the magic sword slashed towards his waist.

Zhou Wutai sensed the danger and quickly dodged to the side, but Ye Qian'an's attack followed like a shadow, followed by several fierce sword moves.

For a moment, Zhou Wutai fell into a passive situation, but he was a veteran Golden Immortal after all, and he quickly stabilized his body and fought with Ye Qian'an again.

The light of spiritual power and the roar of collision intertwined together, and the entire sky was illuminated with colorful colors.

"You evil creatures, today I will make you ants fly away with your souls!!!"

Zhou Wutai roared, and the spiritual power in his hand surged, transforming into a black dragon, which pounced towards Ye Qian'an with its fangs and claws bared. Wherever the dragon passed, the space was distorted, as if it wanted to swallow Ye Qian'an in this distorted space.

Ye Qian'an's eyes condensed, his steps changed, and the whole person flashed like a ghost. He swung the immortal sword in his hand, and each sword accurately hit the vital point of the dragon, splashing bursts of spiritual sparks.

However, this dragon seemed to have a spirit. Although it was attacked by Ye Qian'an, it was still extremely ferocious and continued to attack.

Ye Qian'an looked at the attack coming towards him, his face still expressionless, as if fighting with him was just a game of house.

Ye Qian'an was seen holding one hand behind his back, the spiritual power in his body running wildly, his aura rising again, and then he shouted loudly, and the magic sword flew out of his hand.

The magic sword suddenly grew larger in the air, with runes shining on the sword body, and it crashed towards the black dragon like a falling star.

Zhou Wutai was furious: "You evil creatures, all of you go to hell!!!"

"Boom!" The collision between the two produced a huge explosion, and the powerful impact force shattered the surrounding air.

Ye Qian'an took the opportunity to rush towards Zhou Wutai. His figure turned into a stream of light. The moment he approached Zhou Wutai, the spiritual power gathered on his fist and slammed towards Zhou Wutai's chest.

Zhou Wutai felt the power of Ye Qian'an's punch. He did not dare to underestimate it. He crossed his hands in front of his chest, ready to take the blow.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Ye Qian'an's fist collided with Zhou Wutai's arms. The powerful force caused cracks to appear in the void under Zhou Wutai's feet, and he was knocked back several feet by this force.

(End of this chapter)