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

Although everyone had their own thoughts, they also understood that what Qin Wuhen said was true. They temporarily stopped fighting and began to observe the changes in the restrictions around them, trying to find countermeasures and ways to leave.

Mang Ning glared at Ye Qiyan fiercely, and decided to slap Ye Qiyan to death after he left here.

At this moment, a dark and powerful voice came from the palace again.

"Welcome to my hall. There is no danger here. However, there are no magic weapons. Only smart people can see through the mystery and enter the next level. Remember, there are only thirty people who can enter the next level."

"You can take care of yourself."

As the voice fell, everyone in the field frowned instantly. There were about eighty cultivators here, most of whom were from Aolai Country. If only thirty people could enter, it meant that the remaining fifty people had to be eliminated to have a chance.

Those monks with low cultivation base subconsciously took two steps back, staring closely at the group of powerful demons who had been eyeing them covetously.

The strong man of Aolai country was furious and said: "What do you want to do? They only said that thirty people can enter. Do you want to slaughter all the living beings here?"

One of the demon cultivators smiled and said, "Of course, but you are going to die too. After all, this is Aolai Country. If you are still alive, I am afraid that our Heavenly Demon Cult will not be able to leave Aolai Country."

At this moment, everyone was on edge and no one dared to talk about finding an exit. After all, only thirty people could leave, so fifty people had to die here.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense, as if a spark could trigger a brutal war.

Ye Qian'an narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking secretly about how to deal with the situation. He knew very well that in this chaotic situation, if he could not find a way out quickly, he would be in extreme danger.

Qin Wuhen took a step forward and said loudly: "Everyone, wait a minute. If we kill each other like this, the owner of this palace will only reap the benefits. Why don't we explore the mystery of this palace together first, maybe we can find more places to enter the next level, or another safe way out."

However, everyone was crazy about the mere thirty places and ignored Qin Wuhen's words.

The demon monks took the lead in attacking, demon shadows flickered, and black magic power surged towards the strong men of Aolai Kingdom like a tide.

The strong men of Aolai Kingdom were not willing to be outdone. They took out their magic weapons one after another. Various colors of light intertwined together and collided with magic power to produce brilliant sparks.

Seeing that persuasion was useless, Ye Qian'an dodged and avoided the center of the melee.

He began to observe the layout of the hall carefully and found some faint runes flashing on the walls, as if conveying some kind of information.

He walked slowly along the wall, lightly touching the ground with the Fengming Sword in his hand, trying to sense whether there were any hidden mechanisms or passages.

While Mang Ning was fighting with the powerful demons, he was also keeping an eye on Ye Qian'an's movements.

He secretly calculated in his mind that he must not let Ye Qian'an find a way to enter the next level or escape first.

So, he used the clone technique and created a clone that quietly approached Ye Qian'an.

In the melee, many monks were injured and fell, and their blood dyed the floor of the hall red.

Those monks with weaker cultivation were the first to be eliminated. Their magic weapons and storage bags were quickly plundered by the victors, further intensifying the intensity of the fight.

Ye Qian'an finally found a unique floor tile in a corner, the runes on it were extremely complex.

He squatted down and slowly probed his spiritual sense in. At this moment, Mang Ning's clone suddenly appeared and launched a vicious attack at him.

Ye Qian'an dodged sideways and at the same time stabbed out with the Fengming Sword in his hand, piercing through Mang Ning's clone.

"A dignified mid-stage Golden Immortal cultivator actually only knows how to perform this kind of sneak attack trick. You, the Corpse Yin Sect, are truly a laughing stock." Ye Qian'an said, standing with his sword on his back.

"My son, you must die no matter what."

Mang Ning stomped his right foot hard on the ground, and even more surging energy instantly burst out, and then he rushed towards Ye Qian'an's position without caring about his life.

Ye Qian'an did not intend to hide any longer. Things had come to this point. If he did not kill him today, the road ahead would be even more difficult.

"Mang Ning, old man, today I will let you see who is the real strong one."

Ye Qian'an took off the wine gourd from his waist and started drinking in front of everyone. Then, with a flushed face, he raised the magic sword in his hand above his head and swung it at Mang Ning under him.

Mang Ning stared at the sword light that was rushing towards him. He did not intend to hide his strength. He immediately raised his cultivation to the late Golden Immortal realm and roared, "Boy, do you think I am a vegetarian? Break it for me!"

Yue Yan was shocked: "This old guy actually raised his cultivation to the late Golden Immortal stage. No wonder he is so confident."

They are all veteran Golden Immortal warriors, and they all know how huge the gap is in absolute strength. Although there is only one level difference between the middle and late Golden Immortals, the gap between the two is as huge as heaven and earth.

This little boy Ye Qian'an is definitely going to die today.

Ye Qian'an wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly: "It seems that you really don't understand your enemy."

"Sword light, rise!"

Ye Qian'an's sword light suddenly expanded, like a dazzling sun. Wherever the light reached, the space seemed to be torn apart.

The sword light carried the momentum to destroy the world and slashed towards Mang Ning fiercely.

Although Mang Ning had advanced to the late Golden Immortal realm, he was still shocked by this powerful force.

He hastily gathered all his magic power and formed a black shield in front of him.

However, Ye Qian'an's sword easily penetrated the seemingly solid shield and slashed straight towards Mang Ning.

Mang Ning widened his eyes, his face full of horror and disbelief. He never expected that Ye Qian'an was so powerful.

At the moment when the sword was about to hit him, he wanted to dodge, but found that his body seemed to be fixed and he could not move.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the sword light hit Mang Ning squarely. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and hit the wall of the hall heavily. Huge cracks appeared on the wall instantly and rubble fell down.

Mang Ning spat out blood, was dying, his eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness, he couldn't believe that Ye Qian'an could actually defeat him, how could this be possible!!!

At the same time, everyone in the hall saw this scene and was stunned.

Originally thought Ye Qi'an was doomed, but unexpectedly the situation reversed in an instant. Yue Yan was even more frightened, secretly glad that he did not completely fall out with Ye Qi'an.

(End of this chapter)