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

Ye Qian'an snorted coldly, his expression did not change at all, the sword in his hand danced more and more fiercely, the sword energy crisscrossed, cutting the surrounding air into pieces.

"Old man, you are a big talker, but today I want to see if you, an old man who forcibly ascended to the level of a True Immortal, have the ability to kill me!"

"Arrogant rat!"

Yun Tianqiong was also angered.

No matter what, we must kill Ye Qian'an today, otherwise how will the Bihe Kingdom maintain its dignity in the future? !

Ye Qian'an's body was as fast as lightning, moving freely among the energy threads in the sky, and every movement was just right to avoid fatal attacks.

The aura on his body continued to rise, as if it had merged with the sword in his hand, and wherever the sword pointed, there was endless sharpness.

Yun Tianqiong was not to be outdone. He quickly changed the seals with his hands, and the huge energy thread seemed to have life. It began to twist and entwine wildly, trying to bind Ye Qian'an tightly.

For a moment, the sky and the earth changed color and flashed with light. The fight between the two became more and more intense. The surrounding mountains and rivers were shaking under the impact of this powerful force.

The monks in the distance all showed shocked expressions. They were shocked by this shocking battle. Some of them even retreated unconsciously for fear of being affected.

However, Ye Qian'an and Yun Tianqiong completely ignored everything around them. They only had each other in their eyes. Every collision would cause the sky to shake.

In this fierce confrontation, Ye Qian'an suddenly paused, and a hint of indifference flashed in his eyes.

He suddenly injected all his spiritual power into the sword, and the sword immediately emitted a dazzling light, which seemed to contain endless mysteries.

Ye Qian'an shouted loudly and rushed forward with a sword. The light instantly illuminated the entire battlefield, like the dawn of dawn, and slashed straight towards Yun Tianqiong's energy threads.

Yun Tianqiong was shocked when he saw this. He felt the powerful force of Ye Qi'an's attack. But he was a strong man who had lived for thousands of years. He did not retreat at all. Instead, he increased the control of the energy thread and prepared to meet Ye Qi'an's full-strength attack.

"No matter how cold your sword intent is, it will not be easy for you to leave today!" Yun Tianqiong's body was suspended in the sea of ​​clouds. The rich energy around him made his body emit a faint light.

He looked at Ye Qian'an coldly, his hands spinning rapidly, the clouds in front of him squirmed, and soon formed a giant fairy sword.

Ye Qian'an raised his head and stared at the immortal sword that suddenly condensed in front of him. He slowly raised his right hand, and suddenly, an even colder sword intent whizzed past.

"I am a banished immortal. With one sword, I can shake the nine states. I can travel thousands of miles in my soul and live freely in the human world!"

Ye Qian'an took a few more gulps of wine, and while being a little drunk, he danced with the magic sword in his hand. The whole world became restless at this moment. At the same time, countless pink peach blossoms and fallen leaves flew out from the void on both sides.

"Peach blossoms and flying catkins dance all over the sky, fallen leaves return to their roots in the mist, the swordsman returns to the misty mountains, and there is no need to worry about the immortals flying in the sky."

Ye Qian'an laughed heartily.

As Ye Qian'an danced wildly, the light of the immortal sword became brighter and brighter, as if it would illuminate the entire world.

His figure was as light as a swallow, shuttling among the flying peach blossoms and fallen leaves. Every movement was full of free and unrestrainedness.

As his laughter echoed through the valley, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be infected and gathered towards him.

The pink peach blossoms and fallen leaves spun around him, forming a dreamlike scene. Ye Qian'an seemed to be in a world of his own, a world where he was the master, unfettered and free. His eyes revealed an otherworldly temperament, as if he had transcended the constraints of the world. The immortal sword in his hand made a series of sounds as he danced, as if celebrating this moment of freedom with him.

Not far away, some creatures hiding in the dark were also attracted by this wonderful scene.

A nimble white deer poked its head out from the woods, curiosity flashing in its eyes as it quietly watched Ye Qian'an dancing among the peach blossoms and fallen leaves.

Several birds were also circling in the sky, flying around Ye Qian'an, as if dancing for him.

Ye Qian'an didn't care about the gazes around him at all. He was immersed in his own world, continuing to dance with the magic sword and reciting those heroic poems.

His figure appears even taller against the backdrop of peach blossoms and fallen leaves, as if he is an immortal banished from the fairyland to the human world, showing his elegance and freedom to the world.

Gradually, the sky began to darken, but Ye Qian'an's interest did not diminish at all. The light emanating from his body was like the stars in the night sky, illuminating the surrounding world. The peach blossoms and fallen leaves were still flying around him, as if they would never stop.

Yun Tianqiong suddenly raised his head and said solemnly: "How is this possible!"

"You entered the realm of Sanxian in various ways?"

"It's impossible that you only realized it after becoming a mortal. You must have done something else. Tell me!"

Yun Tianqiong said angrily.

Ye Qian'an nodded and smiled: "Heaven understands, people understand, and God understands."

"The autumn wind is a sword, rotten wood is a sword, clouds and mist are swords, there is nothing between heaven and earth that cannot be made into a sword."

The fallen leaves that were hundreds of feet around him turned into countless immortal swords and shot towards Yun Tianqiong below him. At the same time, the cultivators in the city had already been trembling with fear and turned around and ran away without even looking back.
Yun Tianqiong spat out a trickle of blood from his mouth, and he unconsciously retreated a hundred meters away. The city wall behind him instantly exploded, and the shock wave it brought made his body tremble wildly.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. You are just an early stage immortal. How can you possess such astonishing power?"

Above the Bihe Kingdom, countless cultivators looked at Yun Tianqiong, who was beaten by Ye Qian'an until he vomited blood. They looked at each other, all of them speechless. For some reason, a chill rose in their hearts.

Ye Qian'an exhaled a breath of turbid air, squinted his eyes, and said lightly: "Yun Tianqiong, today, no one can save you."

“Hahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Yun Tianqiong laughed wildly, stood up with difficulty, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "What a good autumn wind is a sword, what a good rotten wood is a sword, what a good cloud and mist is a sword, what a good thing that everything in the world can be made into a sword."

"Very good, very good, very good!"

"Over the years, you are the first person who can force me into this state. Ye Qian'an, if I don't kill you today, will I take your last name from now on?!"

"I will definitely extract your soul, refine the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and make you immortal for eternity!!!

(End of this chapter)