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

Ye Qian'an wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, looked at the monk in front of him silently, and said lightly: "Who else is not convinced? Keep going?"

As Ye Qian'an's voice fell, the strong men in the field couldn't help but twitch their lips. They didn't expect that this guy was so powerful.

However, at this moment, Li Tianqiong, the prime minister of the Tiansheng Dynasty, suddenly noticed that the magic weapon in Ye Qian'an's hand was exactly the inheritance of their Li family.

At this moment, Li Tianqiong finally realized that the young man in front of him was the murderer of his grandson, and he immediately rushed towards Ye Qian'an like a madman.

"Young man, return my grandson's life to me!"

Ye Qian'an glanced at Li Tianqiong who was rushing towards him and smiled faintly: "You, a mere peak semi-saint, dare to bark and groan in front of me. Get out!"

Following Ye Qian'an's loud shout, Li Tianqiong's spiritual energy became disordered and he subconsciously stopped rushing forward.

Some people couldn't believe that he, a half-step saint cultivator, would be scared by Ye Qian'an, who was in the early stage of half-saint.

Li Tianqiong's face turned red. In front of so many cultivators, he was frightened by a kid and stepped back three points. For a strong man like him, this was more painful than killing himself.

"My son, go to hell!"

The huge palm tore through the void and fell down like a catastrophe of heaven and earth. The purple-black palm contained unimaginable energy. As long as it slapped down, even a person with the cultivation level of the late semi-saint would surely die!

In an instant, the air in the entire arena became distorted. Every monk who came here to watch was unable to move at all after seeing the changes in the sky.

This old immortal actually dared to take action here!
Ye Qian'an drew the sword from his waist and swung it at the purple-black hand in the sky. This time he did not intend to hold back. Facing a strong man who was half a step away from becoming a saint, if he continued to play the pig and eat the tiger, something unexpected would probably happen.

There was a startling sound.

The air wave generated by the collision of sword energy and hand print suddenly surged, and the stone pillars on both sides exploded instantly under the impact of the air force. Huge rocks weighing several tons fell to the ground with a loud bang, and a deafening explosion rang in everyone's ears.

Ye Qian'an looked up at the sky with drunken eyes and took another sip of the fine wine. His aura changed again at this time, "A mere half-step saint cannot withstand a single blow."

"How dare you be so presumptuous, little boy!"

Li Tianqiong waved the flag with his right hand, and the faces of the people in the flag were immediately thrown out of the flag. Only wandering souls with only heads rushed towards Ye Qian'an without hesitation. In their eyes, there was a crazy look of wanting to die.

Watching what was happening before their eyes, the cultivators in the field quickly retreated backwards, with a smile on their faces, as if they had already seen Ye Qian'an's tragic death at the hands of Li Tianqiong.

The strong man in the early stage of Sainthood watched what was happening in front of him, sat back in his chair, and said with a smile: "Li Tianqiong's Ten Thousand Souls Banner is not yet at the right temperature. It looks like it only has a few hundred billion souls, not even a small Chengdu."

"I once saw a guy among the powerful people in the Demon Realm. His soul flag had collected hundreds of billions of souls, and he barely reached the late stage."

Liu Qingyun glanced sideways. They, the Tiansheng Dynasty, could not do such a thing. After all, every soul corresponds to a human life.

Similarly, souls cannot reincarnate and are trapped in the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls forever. Only by killing them all can these souls be completely freed from the constraints of the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Li Tianqiong waved the soul flag, and millions of spirits rushed towards Ye Qi'an in front of him. In a blink of an eye, the spirits surrounded Ye Qi'an densely and drilled into his body frantically. However, just when everyone thought that Ye Qi'an was doomed, the young man in a white robe and with long black hair walked out without any pressure.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his expressionless right hand forward, and he pulled out a blood-red long sword from the void. The strong smell of blood spread out in all directions like a raging wave the moment the sword was pulled out.

"It's actually a Saint Realm weapon!"

Liu Qingyun and the early saint-level strongman stood up at the same time, staring at the saint-level weapon in Ye Qian'an's hand with some envy, their hearts filled with jealousy and suspicion.

You know, even a strong man like him in the saint realm has never possessed a holy weapon, but now Ye Qian'an, who is only in the early stage of semi-saint, actually has it.

Could it be that this guy is from some force in Dongsheng Shenzhou?
Li Tianqiong was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the holy weapon, and subconsciously asked: "You...you actually have a holy weapon, who are you?!"

At this moment, Li Tianqiong wilted instantly like an eggplant hit by frost. The fear in his heart had already shown on his cheeks. He never thought that this rat in front of him actually possessed a holy weapon.

Shocking!

"Go ask your grandson on the road to the underworld."

"Go to hell, kid!"

Li Tianqiong waved his hand again, and this time a huge stone pillar appeared. The stone pillar was covered with thorns, and countless golden runes flashed dazzling light.

The shock wave that tore through the void caused the void to vibrate, and the air on both sides of the mountain gate was changing, with a faint sense of piercing impact.

The peerless golden pillar is a top-level magical weapon of the immortal grade!
Under Li Tianqiong's control, the golden stone pillar was aimed at Ye Qian'an who was under him and smashed down!
The huge sonic boom was deafening, and the endless air waves were like a surging river. The energy it created also made countless cultivators panic.

This is the powerful person at the level of Half-Step Saint!
How terrifying!

Li Tianqiong landed steadily on the Qingxuan Sect arena. He stood with his hands behind his back, and as he saw that there was no sign of life in the dust, he smiled grimly.

"Yan'er, Grandpa has avenged you. You've seen it, but it's not over yet. When the dust settles, Grandpa will extract his soul and seal it into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, making it impossible for him to live or die!"

The previously defeated warriors snorted coldly, their mouths curled up into a sneer, and they thought to themselves: "A mere half-saint kid dares to provoke a half-step saint warrior. He really doesn't know how to live or die."

Just as Li Tianqiong was about to take action, his eyes suddenly froze, and he immediately waved his robe to disperse the dust in front of him. Only then did he discover that his golden pillar was cracking on a large scale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before he could take back the magic weapon, he completely lost contact with Jin Zhu.

"He's not dead yet?"

Ye Qian'an slowly walked out from the dust, with tremendous energy fluctuations emanating from his body. The surging energy continued to spread out in all directions like a raging storm. Wherever he passed, the air became distorted, and even the void on both sides was instantly shattered at this moment.

(End of this chapter)