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

"Daddy, take the wine."

At this moment, Tianyu took out a jar of fine wine from his storage ring and threw it towards Ye Qian'an in the field.

Ye Qi'an understood and nodded, then opened the jar of wine that Tianyu threw to him with a pop. The aroma of the wine was rich, like the sweet fragrance of ripe fruit, which was intoxicating.

The aroma of the wine, like an ancient story, flows slowly in the long river of time, making people intoxicated.

Like an elegant symphony, the rich fruity aroma and the rich oak aroma are intertwined, and the delicate sweetness and gentle sourness complement each other.

As time goes by, the aroma of the wine evolves in the air, gradually transforming from the warmth of fresh brewing to the elegance of aging. Just like the sunset, the color of the sky and the earth gradually changes from warm crimson to deep sapphire blue.

Ye Qian'an was also attracted by the wine in the jar. He couldn't wait to take a sip. It was sweet and clear like nectar.

It’s like nectar!

It’s really good wine!

Ye Qian'an only took a sip and noticed its sweetness. He couldn't help it and drank up the wine in the jar in front of so many powerful men.

Ye Qian'an was a little drunk and didn't hear the sound clearly. He held the sword in his backhand and his body was staggering, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.

However, Ye Qian'an felt that it was not enough, so he raised the wine gourd at his waist and started drinking wildly in front of everyone.

Almost everyone around the ring looked at each other in bewilderment. Someone couldn't help but ask, "What is this guy doing? Drinking?"

"Is this guy crazy? He drank so much alcohol and he didn't use his spiritual power to expel the alcohol from his body?"

"This boy seems to be gifted, but he is actually an alcoholic. He will not achieve anything great in the future."

"That's right. A drunkard like this will die if he dies."

Facing the ridicule from the powerful men around him, Ye Qian'an raised a strange arc at the corner of his mouth, then put away the wine gourd and hung it around his waist again.

Ye Qian'an just laughed heartily, and the sound like thunder resounded throughout the entire competition arena.

"The Great River Sword comes from the sky, all immortal swords obey my command!"

"Sword rises!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the immortal swords in the hands of the cultivators who were watching the game began to tremble violently. In the astonished eyes of the crowd, the immortal sword broke out of the sheath, and at the same time it shot up, it turned into rays of light of different colors, drawing perfect arcs in the air, as dazzling as stars.

Everyone who saw this was stunned where they were. Before this group of strong men could react, the same phenomenon occurred to the other disciples of the sword-using sects.

Their immortal swords had no time to suppress it as they were all attracted by this special sword intent. No matter how they tried to retract them, the immortal swords seemed to have lost control and spun wildly in the sky.

The colorful immortal swords swirled wildly like a tornado, and the hurricane formed was enough to tear the void apart, forcing the disciples who were watching the fun to retreat backwards.

Fortunately, Liu Qingyun had set up a barrier in advance, otherwise, the fierce sword energy alone could easily kill all the cultivators below the Daluo Golden Immortal stage.

Ye Qian'an's face flushed, and he raised the corner of his lips. The fairy sword in his hand turned into a ray of golden light, and rushed straight into the sky along with the light of other fairy swords.

quiet!
The sky was eerily quiet.

But everyone knew that this should be the calm before the rainstorm. In this suffocating silence, Ye Qian'an suddenly shouted: "Fall!"

The group of immortal swords that were originally hovering in the sky like a tornado suddenly changed direction as if they had heard the general's order, and swooped down towards the competition arena in unison.

The immortal swords were wrapped in extremely sharp sword intent, and each sword was flashing with a cold light. The light gathered together, as if to pierce through the arena and even the entire space.

The strong men around who had just mocked Ye Qian'an now had expressions of horror on their faces. They had never expected that this guy who seemed to be addicted to alcohol could actually perform such terrifying sword moves.

Liu Qingyun also had a solemn look on his face. He secretly thanked himself for setting up the barrier in advance, otherwise the situation would have gotten out of control and out of control.

Seeing the group of immortal swords getting closer and closer, the whistling sound of the wind sounded like the roar of the god of death. Some weaker monks couldn't help but close their eyes, not daring to watch the upcoming scene.

Just when the magic sword was about to touch the arena, Ye Qian'an suddenly threw the magic sword in his hand forward. The sword turned into a dazzling rainbow and rushed into the group of magic swords.

In an instant, all the immortal swords seemed to be infused with souls. They collided and intertwined with each other, yet merged together in incomparable harmony. They formed an incomparably huge sword shadow, with runes flashing on the sword body, exuding an aura of destruction.

The giant sword shadow slashed down at the arena fiercely. With a loud "bang", the entire arena shook violently, and a bottomless gully was actually cut out on the extremely solid ground of the arena.

In the ravine, spiritual energy overflowed, as if magma was rolling and surging in it.

The monks standing on the edge of the arena were shaken by the powerful impact and flew backwards one after another. Even with the barrier blocking them, many of them vomited blood and looked miserable.

However, the power of the giant sword shadow did not dissipate. It continued to spread forward. Wherever it passed, cracks appeared in the space, as if it could not bear the weight and would shatter at any time.

Ye Qian'an stood in the same place. Although his body was still a little shaky, his eyes showed incomparable determination and dominance.

At this time, Ye Qian'an had become an insurmountable mountain in their eyes. His powerful strength was enough to make them look up to him in awe.

"This sword intent is not good, stop him quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the immortal swords that had disappeared before suddenly gathered together, and the vast white clouds blossomed under the sword marks!

A dazzling golden light suddenly lit up, gathering with golden thunder.

See this scene.

The audience was silent.

This guy actually split the sky?! Even Liu Qingyun couldn't help but be moved. Looking at the indescribable sword marks in the sky, he suddenly stood up from his chair with a look of horror.

With such sword intent, combined with the cultivation of a semi-saint, one can slash the sky and become a saint. After breaking through to the saint level in the future, wouldn't it be possible to slay the gods? !
This boy will become a great man in the future!

Under the splashing sword energy, many powerful men from the sects spat out scarlet blood and fell to the ground twitching. Even for just a moment, they felt the sensation of their Nascent Soul being torn apart.

The leading semi-saint peak powerhouse knelt on one knee, bleeding from all seven orifices, with many red sword marks faintly appearing on his skin.

"I didn't expect you to possess such a powerful sword intent. Junior, who are you?!"

(End of this chapter)