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

Master Wangqing took out a pill and handed it over, wanting to extend the life of the Lu family ancestor, but was rejected by the Lu family ancestor.

The Lu family ancestor's voice became weaker and weaker, his eyes gradually turned red, and he said faintly: "I have lost my country, my life, and my home. What use is there for me to live this long? Fellow Taoists, please protect my border wall. I will die without regrets."

As the voice of the Lu family ancestor fell, the Lu family ancestor's body shattered bit by bit like glass fragments, and finally turned into a ball of ashes and disappeared without a trace.

Many powerful men had red eyes, and at the same time, they bowed and saluted towards the place where the Lu family ancestor disappeared: "Farewell, senior!"

Master Wang Qing looked at Ye Qian'an and Bing Di who came in, then walked over and asked, "Are you the last junior?"

Ye Qiyan bowed slightly and said, "Junior Ye Qiyan, nice to meet you, senior."

"So you are Ye Qian'an."

Master Wang Qing seemed to have heard of Ye Qian'an's name, and then he said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I have no interest in anything on you. As long as you can help our Border Great Wall win, I will personally persuade Huang Tian to stop hunting you."

The border wall is in need of manpower at the moment, so it is naturally impossible to kill people and steal treasures just because the other party has an immortal palace.

Moreover, the monks who have been stationed here all year round have never had any interest in those magic weapons. All they want is to protect their homes and the millions of ordinary people.

Ye Qian'an nodded and smiled, "Old dog Huang Tian won't let me go so easily."

Master Wangqing didn't say anything, but glanced at Bingdi beside Ye Qian'an. For some reason, he always felt that the middle-aged man in front of him was so familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

………………

Back in the room, Bingdi sat on a chair and tasted tea. He glanced at Ye Qian'an who was practicing and said, "Are you really going to participate in this competition?"

Ye Qian'an slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of hot air and said: "Since you have already agreed, how can you go back on your word?"

He was not the kind of person who did not keep his word, and seeing that the ancestor of the Lu family had fought to the death in order to calculate the order in which the powerful demons appeared, why would he want to refuse?
The powerful demons are not only targeting the border wall this time, they want the entire human world more. If the powerful demons are allowed to enter the human territory, then humans will be littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

Bingdi gently put down the teacup, with a trace of worry in his eyes, and said: "But you also know that this competition is extremely dangerous. The thirteen demon clan masters at the quasi-saint level are all extremely powerful. Although you are gifted, you are still in the early stages of cultivation. If you are not careful, you will be doomed."

Ye Qian'an frowned slightly and replied calmly, "I know the pros and cons of this, but if everyone retreats because of danger, how can the human world be preserved? The ancestor of the Lu family was able to sacrifice his life to protect the border wall, so how can I be a coward?

Besides, I am not without support. I have made some breakthroughs in my cultivation during this period of time, and I don’t take the demons of the same realm seriously in my immortal palace.”

Bingdi was silent for a moment, slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the border scene outside the window which was filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

"Well, since you have made up your mind, I will not dissuade you any more. But before the competition, we need to make some careful plans. Although I cannot restore my original state, I will help you improve your strength."

A warm feeling surged in Ye Qian'an's heart. He nodded and smiled and said, "Thank you, Bingdi. With your help, my confidence has doubled."

As the competition date approached, the atmosphere at the border wall became more and more solemn.

The monks stepped up patrols and defense arrangements, and various defense arrays were repeatedly checked and reinforced. Finally, the day of the competition that would determine the fate of humans and demons arrived. Ye Qianan dressed straight, tied his hair, and walked side by side with Bingdi to the chosen battlefield.

At this time, all the human monks gathered here. Similarly, powerful demons also appeared on the battlefield. They stared at the human monks fiercely, wishing to kill them all.

Ye Qian'an had one hand behind his back. Since he was the last to appear, he was not in a hurry to prepare magic weapons in advance like other cultivators. Instead, he sat on a rock and drank to increase the spiritual power in his body.

The Demon Emperor Zhan Tian did not notice Ye Qian'an wearing a mask. Instead, he looked at Master Wang Qing and said, "Since you are all ready, we can begin."

Master Wang Qing nodded, looked at the first monk who came out and said, "Come on."

The first cultivator to appear was a sword cultivator. His cultivation had already reached the peak of the quasi-saint realm, and he was only one step away from breaking through to the semi-saint realm.

Thinking he was full of confidence, he bowed to Master Wangqing and then came to the center of the field.

A powerful demon also appeared here, licked his lips and said, "Humans taste the best. I wonder if you can withstand my three attacks later."

"Insanity!"

Upon hearing this, the sword cultivator shouted angrily and drew his sword from its sheath. In an instant, sword energy spread out like a silver thread, tearing through the void and piercing the powerful demon.

The powerful demon clan member was not in a hurry. He waved his hands, and the demon shadows were heavy, and he actually dissolved the sharp sword energy one by one.

Upon seeing this, the sword cultivator flashed and merged with the sword, transforming into a stream of light and rushing towards the powerful demon with a force as powerful as thunder.

However, demonic flames rose around the powerful demon, and when the sword cultivator was about to get close, he suddenly slapped out with his palm, and the demonic flames submerged the sword cultivator like a surging black tide.

The sword cultivator struggled hard in the demonic flames. Although he fought hard, the powerful demon was too strong. After enduring three attacks, he was completely devoured by the demonic flames. His body dissipated, leaving only a broken sword that fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Rubbish." The demon clan warrior dusted himself off and said calmly, "I thought humans were great, but I didn't expect them to be so fragile. It's really interesting."

Upon seeing this, the human cultivators all showed expressions of grief and anger. They did not expect that the powerful swordsman, who had just been on the field for only three rounds, would be killed by a powerful demon.

But the rules of the game were set, so he could only suppress his anger and wait for the next monk to appear.

However, the powerful demons were full of confidence, and they all thought that they would win this battle.

Demon Emperor Zhan Tian put one hand behind his back and walked over. He glanced at Master Wang Qing beside him and said sarcastically, "Haha, it seems that you humans don't have a chance. You failed in the first round. I don't know what will happen next."

Master Wang Qing had a normal expression and replied calmly, "Then you don't have to worry about it. Just continue."

(End of this chapter)