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

Ye Qian'an looked at the net that covered the sky and the earth. There was no fear in his eyes. Instead, there was a hint of disdain on his face.

If it were in the past, he might have to be wary of the strong men of the Shenlong Kingdom, but now only one in ten of the strong men of the Shenlong Kingdom are left. If the strong men of the Aolai Kingdom had not taken action, the Shenlong Kingdom would have been destroyed long ago.

Ye Qian'an shook the magic sword in his hand, and the light on the sword flickered, as if responding to the master's determination.

"Hmph, today I'm going to see how powerful the methods of the Dragon Kingdom are." Ye Qian'an shouted coldly, his body was like lightning, soaring into the sky, and rushed directly towards the giant white silk net.

When he approached the giant net, the light from the fairy sword collided with the white silk, making a crackling sound.

The white-robed old man had a gloomy face, and his hands kept forming seals, controlling the giant white silk net to shrink. As the giant net shrank, the pressure became greater and greater, and Ye Qian'an's range of movement became smaller and smaller.

Ye Qian'an took off the wine gourd from his waist, raised his head and took a few big gulps. Then he turned his body around, and the fairy sword in his hand shone brightly, and he slashed fiercely at the giant white silk net.

"Cut it off!"

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the giant white silk net trembled violently and a huge crack appeared. Ye Qian'an took the opportunity to rush out of the crack, suspended in the air, looking coldly at the old man in white robe.

"I didn't expect a young man like you to have such strength. I underestimated you." A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the old man in white robe, but he quickly returned to his indifference, "But you still can't escape death today."

After that, the old man in white robe waved his hands again, muttering something. As he chanted, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth began to surge wildly, and a huge vortex gradually formed behind him.

The vortex exuded a strong pressure, making it difficult for the monks around to breathe. Ye Qian'an also felt this strong pressure, but he still straightened his spine and did not retreat.

"Ye Qian'an, die!" The old man in white robe shouted, and a huge beam of light shot out from the vortex behind him and blasted towards Ye Qian'an.

Ye Qian'an's eyes focused, and he held the immortal sword in his hand across his body. The spiritual power around him continued to spread out in all directions like a raging wave, and the air became distorted wherever it passed.

"Old beast, today, I will make you disappear into ashes!"

Ye Qian'an's body suddenly burst out with an even colder sword intent. A huge phantom quietly appeared behind him. The sword light within the phantom was like the Dharmakaya of heaven and earth, which made people shudder.

The old man in white robe was startled and subconsciously took two steps back. He raised his head in horror and said, "How could a young man like you possess such sword power... Could it be... an innate sword body!!!"

"I only know now, it's too late!"

The heaven and earth were shaking, and the sect was wavering.

Even the sky was split into two halves at this moment.

Like the chaos in ancient times, it is amazing and unimaginable.

The white-haired old man was terrified and no longer had the arrogance he just had. He immediately turned around and ran away.

How could Ye Qian'an let him get his wish? The magic sword in his hand shot out like a javelin towards the fleeing old man's back.

A cold light came instantly, and was immediately mixed with a sharp sword light, piercing straight through the vest of the white-haired old man, bringing up a stream of blood.

The white-haired old man lowered his head unwillingly, looking at the blood arrow spurting from his chest, his heart became even more horrified. He didn't expect that with his strength, he would die here today!
The vitality in his eyes quickly dissipated as blood dripped from the tip of the sword. Finally, amid the countless horrified gazes around him, the white-haired old man could no longer control his body and collapsed.

Seeing that the late Golden Immortal warrior was killed by Ye Qian'an with a single sword, all the cultivators in the field stood there in a daze, unable to believe their eyes.

Not only the sect disciples, but even the Great Elder and the First Ancestor were stunned. They subconsciously looked at each other and finally could only bow their heads in acknowledgement.

The three generations of the Zhou family were wiped out, so even if they wanted to take revenge, they had no chance. Besides, Ye Qian'an was so powerful that even a Golden Immortal could not be his opponent, let alone them who were only at the True Immortal level.

Ye Qian'an turned sideways and said calmly, "From now on, the position of the leader of the Shenxuan Sect will be handed over to the Great Elder."

“Don’t…” The Great Elder raised his head and said, “I am not worthy of the position of the Sect Leader, so… the position of Sect Leader should be handed over to the… disciples of the Scarlet Fire Alliance…”

Hearing this, Ye Qian'an paused for a moment, and finally nodded slightly: "Forget it, from now on, the position of the head of the sect will be given to my master Leng Qianning. After my master returns, he will take over all the affairs of the Shenxuan Sect."

The disciples of Shenxuan Sect naturally didn't say anything. For them, anyone could be the leader, as long as they could ensure that they had enough resources for cultivation.

As for the rest, they are just trivial matters.

Ye Qian'an landed steadily on the ground, looked at Nalan Xue in front of him, and then stretched out his right hand with his spiritual consciousness.

Nalan Xue bit her lips lightly, walked forward quickly, grabbed Ye Qian'an's wrist and said, "Qian'an... I missed you so much."

"…………"

The mountains are steep and like clouds, with mist shrouding the peaks, and the lake is crystal clear and sparkling.

The stunning scenery where mountains and water blend together makes people linger.

In this picturesque scenery, the soul is completely relaxed and nourished.

The environment here is beautiful, with towering cliffs on both sides, slightly concave inward, shaped like a scallop. The higher you go, the narrower it becomes.

The cliff wall has a unique color, shining like pearls and jade. Just then, a ray of dusk slanted into the gorge, shining on the wall, reflecting repeatedly. For a moment, the gorge was full of golden colors, which was dazzling.

A small boat appeared in the middle of the lake and slowly drifted forward.

"The Huai River reflects the floating rock mountain, and its shadows are reflected in the bamboo forest. This is really a good place."

Nalan Xue looked at the scenery around her and revealed a childlike smile.

Ye Qi'an sat on the boat, drinking two liang of wine, as if he had returned to the past. He put one hand behind his head and smiled, "Miss, it's been a few years since we last met. Do you still remember those days?"

"Bamboo Pavilion by the Huai River, on the seventh day of the seventh month, as long as you live, I will live too. No matter how many years pass, even if the heavens collapse, I am willing to wait for you."

Nalan Xue turned around and looked at the free and unrestrained Ye Qian'an, a gentle look showing on her handsome face.

Perhaps today was the only day in all these years that made her feel unprecedented peace of mind and relaxation.

Nalan Xue caught the fallen petals and said with some melancholy: "Time flies, and we are together less and apart more. This is the cruelty of cultivation..."

"Girl, do you still remember what I said?"

Nalan Xue turned around and asked, "What?"

"All things are subject to the five decays of heaven and earth, whether they are human or gods. But girl, if you want to keep the beauty of the flowers, there is only one way."

(End of this chapter)