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

"My fellow Daoist, you have trespassed into the sacred land of my Lingyu clan and peeped at His Majesty bathing. You are really very brave."

The woman from before had already appeared here and was in control. She looked at Ye Qian'an in front of her with a charming face, licked her rosy lips, and smiled: "Who are you? I can't even see through your true identity."

Ye Qian'an summoned the Immortal Sword and said, "Daoyou, I just came here by mistake and I have no improper intentions. I wonder if you can let me leave this place?"

"Oh?" The enchanting woman smiled and raised her head, her narrow eyes slightly narrowed: "I'm sorry, fellow Daoist, our Lingyu tribe will never let any enemy go. No matter how fast you are, in front of the wings of my Lingyu tribe, you are still as slow as a snail."

"Get out of the way, I don't have time to play with you."

"Play?" The charming woman seemed to be angered by Ye Qian'an's words, and immediately showed a cold expression: "I want to see, should I play with you, or you play with me."

Seeing that the woman was determined to stop him, Ye Qian'an said no more. The fairy sword in his hand suddenly shone brightly, and the runes engraved on the sword flickered like stars. A sharp sword energy spread out in all directions.

He let out a low roar, and his body moved like lightning, attacking the woman first. The immortal sword drew a dazzling arc in the air, like a rainbow piercing the sun, and pierced the woman's throat.

The enchanting woman was not in a hurry. She smiled gently, flapped the wings behind her fiercely, and countless spiritual feathers shot out like sharp arrows, colliding with Ye Qian'an's sword energy.

Where the spirit feather and the sword energy intersected, sparks flew and there were bursts of metal collision-like sounds. She flashed and dodged Ye Qian'an's attack like a ghost, while quickly forming seals with both hands and muttering something.

In an instant, ripples appeared in the surrounding space, and spiritual patterns emerged, forming a small confinement magic circle that enveloped Ye Qian'an.

Ye Qian'an sensed the approach of the magic circle, and he changed his steps, performing a set of exquisite footwork. His body was as erratic as a candle in the wind, and he cleverly avoided the confinement magic circle.

Taking advantage of the gap when the woman was casting a spell, he raised his sword again. This time, he used a fierce sword technique. The sword shadows were heavy, like a net that trapped the woman.

The woman was trapped, but remained calm. Her eyes suddenly turned into a deep blue, and a powerful mental force surged out like a tide, rushing towards Ye Qian'an.

Ye Qian'an only felt a sharp pain in his head, as if he was being stabbed by millions of needles, but with his strong willpower, he forcibly resisted this mental shock.

He clenched his teeth and swung the sword in his hand faster and more powerfully, each strike containing all his strength.

However, the strength of the Lingyu woman should not be underestimated. Although she looked a little embarrassed under Ye Qian'an's fierce attack, she was still able to cope with it with ease.

She suddenly let out a long roar towards the sky, and her voice echoed throughout the holy land.

The water in the holy pool suddenly boiled and turned into countless water dragons, rushing towards Ye Qian'an.

The water dragon bared its fangs and claws, and spurted out a powerful stream of water from its mouth, attacking Ye Qian'an's defense like a high-pressure water gun.

Seeing this, Ye Qian'an continuously injected the spiritual power in his body into the magic sword. The magic sword glowed brightly, and he swung the sword, chopping off the water dragons that pounced on him one by one.

But the water dragon kept flowing, and he gradually felt a little tired. At this time, he began to think of retreating and decided to find an opportunity to break out.

“Is this… the Holy Body?” The enchanting woman raised her head and looked towards Ye Qian’an’s position, a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes: “Interesting little guy, it seems that you have other secrets hidden in you. Come, sister will treat you well.”

As she spoke, the enchanting woman's body instantly disappeared from the spot. Her speed even exceeded the rules of this world, and she arrived behind Ye Qian'an in almost the blink of an eye.

Ye Qianan turned around quickly, but found that the enchanting woman had disappeared. Before he could react, he was hit hard from behind. "Fuck..."

Ye Qian'an's body slammed into the ground with a loud bang, splashing up a cloud of dust. At the same time, a big hole was created on the ground due to his impact.

"Hehe, little guy, if people knew that a mere quasi-saint at the peak could actually escape from my Ziyou, wouldn't they laugh to death by those guys in the future?" In the cool oasis, as the sound of Ziyou's giggles gradually dissipated, the calmness of the past was restored again.

Ye Qian'an wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth and squinted his eyes and said, "Is this the strength of one of the most powerful demon beast races in Shenzhou Continent? It's so terrifying. The Queen of the Lingyu Clan must be even more powerful, right?"

Ziyou stuck out her tongue and licked her fingers with a charming expression: "Come on, sister still wants it."

The corner of Ye Qian'an's mouth twitched. He endured the pain in his body, took out several pills to restore his spiritual power from the storage ring, and swallowed them in one gulp.

As the pill entered his stomach, a warm current spread throughout his body, and his spiritual power began to slowly recover.

Then he took out a pot of wine and took a few gulps. With a flushed face, Ye Qian'an summoned the immortal sword from other places and said, "Continue."

Hearing this, Zi You laughed even more wantonly, "Just you? You are just a little kid who doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. How can the dignity of my Lingyu clan allow you to provoke and then retreat unscathed?"

Ye Qian'an no longer responded. He placed the immortal sword in front of him and quickly formed seals with his hands. The surging sword intent continued to spread out in all directions like a raging wave.

As the incantation was recited, the immortal sword hummed, and a layer of golden light appeared around the sword body. The light gradually spread and enveloped Ye Qian'an.

Seeing this, Ziyou's eyes flashed with curiosity, "Oh, are you trying to make a last-ditch effort? Then I want to see how long you can hold on."

As she spoke, she waved her hands, and the wings behind her flapped again. This time, instead of shooting out spiritual feathers, a gust of wind was stirred up.

A strong wind rushed towards Ye Qian'an, carrying sharp fragments of spiritual power in the wind, like countless tiny blades, cutting through the golden light.

Ye Qian'an seized this opportunity, his figure flashed suddenly, and he rushed in one direction like an arrow.

Zi You was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Ye Qian'an to find this flaw. Then she sneered, "Want to run? Not that easy!"

She moved and chased after him.

While running, Ye Qian'an took out some disruptive talismans from his storage ring and threw them backwards.

The talisman exploded in the air, emitting dazzling light and pungent smoke, temporarily blocking Ziyou's vision.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Qian'an cast a spell to conceal his breath, then changed direction and ran towards the edge of the oasis.

After Ziyou broke through the interference of the talisman, he found that Ye Qian'an's breath had disappeared, and his face became gloomy.

(End of this chapter)