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

Chapter 141 The Demon Cultivator, the Master of Literature and Ink
Ye Qian'an sat up and looked at the sky in the distance, but he did not attack the strong man in the clouds.

After all, he was just passing by, and he had not yet figured out the opponent's strength. If he took action directly, it would likely bring him unnecessary trouble.

It’s better to leave as soon as possible.

However, the old man in black robe in the clouds had no intention of letting Ye Qian'an go. He waved his sleeves, and a huge space crack suddenly appeared in front of Ye Qian'an.

Ye Qian'an stood up and dodged the opponent's attack with his quick reaction. He immediately summoned the elder and raised his head with an unfriendly look and asked, "Daoyou, why are you stopping me?"

The clouds and mist dispersed, and a white-haired old man with his feet on the void walked over. With every step he took, ripples would appear in the void beneath him. When the ripples dissipated, the old man's body would appear a thousand meters away, mysteriously speaking.

"Peak of Fusion..."

After Ye Qian'an felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from the other party, he could also see that the other party's strength was at the peak of the fusion state, and should have been half a step to the Mahayana stage.

The white-haired old man looked at Ye Qian'an, and then his expression was a little strange. He said lightly: "Middle stage of fusion, quite interesting. I didn't expect that fellow Taoist has reached this level at such a young age. It really makes me look at you with new eyes."

"Fellow Daoist, can you do me a favor? After the matter is done, I will grant you an opportunity. How about that?"

Ye Qian'an took a sip of wine and immediately replied, "I wonder what you mean by busy?"

"My cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and I need a favor from you. If you sacrifice your soul, I will be able to enter the Mahayana stage 100%."

A gleam of greed flashed in the eyes of the white-haired old man, and he didn't give Ye Qian'an any chance to react. He just waved his hand, and a blood-red spear suddenly appeared in the sky.

The spear was a hundred feet long, and when it pierced through the clouds, the void on both sides blossomed, which was enough to show how powerful this immortal old man had become.

I saw a blood-red spear piercing through the clouds, aiming at Ye Qian'an's position and suddenly shooting towards him.

Ye Qian'an felt a little bored. If it were in the past, perhaps he would have needed to be a little wary of the other party, but since his strength reached the fusion realm, Ye Qian'an could be said to be the number one in the fusion realm.

"Since you want to kill me, I can only fight back with all my might."

Ye Qian'an stepped on the void, and the flying sword under him bounced away and landed steadily in his hand. Then the energy thousands of feet around him suddenly rioted, and the red-gold light enveloped the sword light, adding a bit of coldness to the place.

Seeing this, the old man with gray hair and beard frowned and stared at the sword light on the immortal sword, with a strange expression on his face.

"cut!"

Ye Qian'an waved his right hand lightly, and a sword intent as big as a full moon shot out instantly. Before the blood-red spear fell, they had already collided fiercely.

With a hissing sound, an explosion suddenly sounded.

Almost at the moment the blood-red spear touched, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the spear, and then it instantly broke into pieces in front of the astonished gaze of the white-haired old man.

"hiss!"

Seeing this, the white-haired old man suddenly turned around and fled quickly into the distance. Although he didn't know who this guy was, he must be no ordinary person since he could break his attack.

However, before he could run a hundred meters, the drunken Ye Qian'an appeared in front of him out of thin air and said with a smile: "Senior, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

The white-haired old man's face was livid, but he still smiled awkwardly and said, "Misunderstanding, this is all misunderstanding. Earlier, I saw that you have amazing bones and are a good material for cultivating immortals, so I simply tested it. I didn't expect that you are so powerful. I admire you." "If there is nothing else, I will go back first. When you are done, I will treat you to a banquet."

Having said that, the white-haired old man turned around and wanted to leave. However, Ye Qian'an was not a kind-hearted person. Since he had already offended him, how could he let the other party leave?

As the sword flashed, a scarlet arm broke through the air.

The white-haired old man immediately covered his broken arm, stared with his copper bell-like eyes and roared: "Evil creature, you dare to kill me, my master will never let you go!"

"Master?"

Ye Qian'an became interested, stopped what he was doing, and asked curiously, "Who are you?"

There are many powerful people in Xiniu Hezhou, even the powerful demon cultivators have powerful backgrounds. I just don’t know who the old guy in front of me is, his master.

If possible, I don't mind shifting the blame to someone else. After all, those guys are always idle, and causing trouble for them is also a good choice.

Taoist Wen Mo thought Ye Qian'an was timid, and said bluntly: "My master is the old man Tianmo. If you kill me, my master will definitely not let you go!"

"Young man, today is all a misunderstanding. If you leave now, I won't say anything. But if you insist on killing me, I will make sure your soul flies away."

Ye Qian'an opened his lips slightly, then he once again summoned the Immortal Sword and said, "I like to root out the evil."

Taoist Wen Mo subconsciously took two steps back and asked with an uneasy look, "What...what do you want to do?"

"Of course... I'll kill you."

Ye Qian'an attacked quickly, and his speed was so fast that the sword energy he raised caused the stone walls on both sides to explode.

"Who are you, you bastard?!"

Ye Qian'an said calmly: "I am the young master of Shenxuan Sect, Zhou Yuyan. Your master is just trash among trash."

"So it's the Shenxuan Sect, no wonder they use swords!"

Taoist Wenmo clenched his teeth, he didn't expect that this bastard was actually a member of the Shenxuan Sect, but his master, Old Man Tianmo, would not be afraid of their Shenxuan Sect.

Taoist Wen Mo snorted coldly, slowly raised his shriveled right hand, and slapped Ye Qian'an hard.

I saw a purple-black palm shadow suddenly burst out, and the air wave formed left a huge deep dent on the ground like a bulldozer.

Ye Qian'an also took action. A ray of snow-white energy gushed out, instantly shattering the purple palm in front of him, and pierced through the shoulder of Taoist Wen Mo at the speed of thunder.

The sword was too fast and there was no time to react. Even Taoist Wen Mo tried hard to break free when it came into contact with him, but he was still injured by the energy brought by the sword.

Taoist Wen Mo was horrified. "Impossible! How could a child in the middle stage of fusion hurt me? What on earth did you do?"

"If you were at your peak strength, I would indeed be no match for you, but if you're just bluffing, you won't stand a chance."

(End of this chapter)