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

Just as the giant palm was about to fall, Ye Qian'an had even prepared himself for death and closed his eyes silently.

"Master, Uncle Master, Xuezhu, you must survive..."

Boom!

As a deafening explosion suddenly sounded, the powerful shock wave spread wildly in all directions, and the previous giant palm was actually shattered into pieces.

Seeing this, the Demon God Tiger Boy frowned slightly and looked coldly at the figure in the dust.

"It's really interesting. I didn't expect that after years of seclusion, I would actually meet a strong man from ancient times. Interesting, really interesting!"

He was a middle-aged man with a sturdy and strong build. There was a pair of bone-like wings behind him. When they fluttered slightly, the spiritual power on both sides danced wildly.

As if she was afraid of the man in front of her.

"Who are you? How dare you interfere in my affairs? You are so bold!"

Ye Qian'an also looked at the man in front of him, thinking to himself: "He was able to resist the attack of the Demon God Tiger Boy so easily. This man's strength must be at the Quasi-Saint level."

"Old man, I don't care who you kill, but you can't touch Ye Qian'an."

In a moment, a graceful girl stepped out from the void. She was wearing a golden brocade dress. The dazzling brocade seemed to be infused with life by the sunlight, shining with dazzling brilliance.

The exquisite patterns woven from golden threads rippled slightly with her movements, like a flowing golden river, outlining her graceful figure, showing her nobility and elegance.

The two golden dragon horns on the top of the head are exquisite and small, like the most perfect works of art. The golden dragon horns exude a mysterious and ancient atmosphere, as if telling the glorious past of the dragon clan.

Her eyes were as bright as stars, and when she looked around, it seemed as if the stars were moving; her long hair fell softly on her shoulders like a waterfall, and every strand of hair seemed to contain mysterious power.

She is like a goddess from mythology, beautiful, mysterious and powerful.

Ao Ling'er tidied up the black hair beside her ear with her small hands and said with a gentle smile: "He is mine. If you touch him, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"Ling'er, why are you here?"

Ye Qian'an asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I'll talk to you later. Let's solve the current trouble first." Ao Ling'er smiled mischievously at Ye Qian'an.

"So you are the remnants of the dragon clan. I didn't expect you to show up here. You really don't know your place. Back then, I slaughtered millions of dragons, but I didn't expect there are still some who survived. This is getting more and more interesting."

Ao Ling'er turned around with a smile and patted the thigh of the middle-aged man next to her: "Big guy, beat him up for me, then your mission will be completed."

Hu Wa stared at the middle-aged man, frowned slightly and said: "The peak of Quasi-Saint, the same realm as mine. It seems that this guy is also a demon beast."

"My fellow Taoist, Ye Qian'an has robbed me of my things, so I must take them out. I advise you not to do it, otherwise don't blame me for not reminding you that you can't withstand the wrath of the demons!"

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "The demons are just a bunch of trash. You look like you have just woken up a few years ago. You are both at the peak of Quasi-Saint, so it's hard to say who will win or lose." "You are looking for death!"

The middle-aged man's name is Hu Po, and he is an ancient tiger spirit that has reached such a realm. He has been developing in the Monster Forest for so many years. Now he was brought out by Ao Ling'er to help her find a younger generation.

Now that he has been found, it is naturally impossible for the Demon God Tiger Boy to attack him again.

"You should have heard what our boss said. This guy must be saved. If you leave now, you may still have a chance to survive."

"Arrogant beast." Tiger Boy's mouth twitched, and he roared immediately: "Then go to hell!"

The demon god Hu Wa was covered in demonic flames, like a demon god from hell, rushing towards Hu Po with endless pressure.

Hu Po was not afraid at all. He flapped the bone wings behind him violently, and his body was as fast as lightning as he rushed towards the demon god Hu Wa.

For a moment, the demon shadow and the tiger shadow intertwined, and the powerful spiritual power and magic power collided with each other, bursting out with dazzling light. The space was distorted and deformed, making a terrifying "sizzling" sound.

Ao Ling'er pulled Ye Qian'an and quickly retreated. She quickly formed seals with her hands and set up layer after layer of defensive barriers around them to prevent the aftermath of the battle from affecting them.

Ye Qian'an stared at the battle situation, his heart filled with shock and confusion: "Ling'er, where have you been all these years? What's going on with this Tiger Soul?"

Ao Ling'er turned to look at him, with a hint of reproach in her eyes: "You idiot, now is not the time to talk about this. I'll tell you when it's safe."

In the fierce battle, Hu Po displayed the unique skills of the ancient tiger clan. The tiger's roar shook the sky and the earth, and tiger-shaped spiritual power slashed towards the demon god Hu Wa like a sharp blade.

The devil tiger boy was not to be outdone. He waved his devil hands and cast many devil shadows. Every strike contained the power to destroy the world.

The two men fought from the ground to high in the sky, and then fell from the sky to the ground. Wherever they passed, mountains and rivers were shattered, rivers dried up, and the surrounding creatures fled. It was a doomsday scene.

The outcome of this battle was still undecided. Ye Qian'an and Ao Ling'er were watching nervously from the sidelines. They had not expected that Hu Po's strength would be so strong.

Elder Guo in the distance was already sweating profusely from fear. He did not expect that a demon beast at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm would appear. Who is this guy?
Ye Qian'an pulled out the magic sword that was stuck in the ground, ready to kill Elder Guo and others here first.

Elder Guo also noticed Ye Qiyan's murderous aura, and subconsciously took two steps back. He said in a panic, "Ye Qiyan, you are already injured, and you still dare to provoke us. You are so brave!"

"Even if Ye is injured, you guys can't compare with him. Today, you all stay here."

In the same realm, Ye Qian'an can be said to be invincible. Even if Ye Qian'an's strength is damaged at the moment, it should be enough to kill these old immortals.

Elder Guo had a gloomy expression on his face. He looked at the others and nodded. Then he concentrated everyone's spiritual power on Elder Guo alone, ready to exert his greatest strength and kill Ye Qian'an on the spot.

"My son, today is the day you die, go and die!"

As he spoke, Elder Guo's cultivation level directly rose to the Great Perfection realm of Daluo Jinxian, and he rushed towards Ye Qian'an like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. At the same time, a special energy was condensed in his palms, which was bound to kill him on the spot.

(End of this chapter)