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

Chapter 163 Is this the Young Master of the Divine Sword Sect again?

"How dare you steal the treasure? Hand it over immediately, or you will die!"

"Secret treasure?"

Ye Qian'an was stunned.

Could it be that the spiritual power emanating from the remains of a real dragon was mistaken by these guys as the emergence of a secret treasure?

No wonder there are so many cultivators here, it turns out they all came for the remains of the real dragon.

Thinking of this, Ye Qian'an put one hand behind his back and said, "There is no secret treasure here. It is just the spiritual power emitted by this seat's cultivation."

However, it was obvious that no one was willing to believe Ye Qian'an's words. Such a powerful energy must be some kind of treasure.

If this guy is really practicing, then he must have something good on him.

"Whether it is a secret treasure or not, young man, hand over what you have, or I will leave you dead in the wilderness!"

"That's right. There are so many powerful people here. Hand over your storage ring wisely. Otherwise, I will extract your soul and refine it for a thousand years!"

"Hand over the secret treasure and I will spare your life!"

Listening to the words of the group of cultivators, Ye Qian'an took off the wine gourd from his waist, tilted his head back and took a few big gulps, and then his peripheral vision became icy cold.

"So, fellow Taoists, are you planning to kill people and rob them?"

“So what if it is, so what if it’s not?”

An old man in a black robe stepped out. Although he was only at the peak of the fusion realm, the murderous aura emanating from his body was no less than that of a Mahayana cultivator.

They came here well prepared today, so it is impossible for them to let Ye Qian'an leave here alive.

"Haha, then it depends on whether you have the ability to do so."

Ye Qian'an stood proudly between heaven and earth, his blue and white Taoist robe fluttering in the wind. His eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate all illusions.

He was as tall as a pine tree, and although he looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, he exuded a calmness and dominance that did not match his age. His long black hair was casually tied up, fluttering in the wind, adding a bit of unruliness.

Facing the siege of many immortal cultivators, he looked calm and fearless. In his hand, he tightly grasped a fairy sword that he had forged by comprehending the secrets while drunk. The sword was shining with cold light, as if it was eager to drink the blood of the enemy.

"You are so presumptuous, you evil creature! Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of the heavens and take away your soul!"

Seeing Ye Qian'an being so presumptuous, the old man in black robe was too lazy to continue talking nonsense. He waved his hands quickly, and a black dragon quietly appeared here.

"So you are a demon cultivator, no wonder you are so arrogant. If that's the case, then come on."

The battle was about to break out, Ye Qian'an took the lead, his figure flashed like a ghost, and he instantly approached a cultivator.

The magic sword in his hand stabbed out at an incredible speed and angle. The cultivator didn't even have time to react before his chest was pierced. He opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, and slowly fell down.

“Mahayana!”

When other immortal cultivators saw this, they did not expect that the man in front of them was actually a Mahayana cultivator.

They roared and used their magic weapons and spells, and colorful lights came towards Ye Qian'an like an overwhelming force.

Ye Qian'an snorted coldly, and swung the immortal sword in his hand tightly, blocking the attacks one by one. His movements were smooth and flowing, as if he was dancing a dance of death.

Then, Ye Qian'an performed a mysterious footwork, shuttling back and forth between the many immortal cultivators, as if he was in an empty space. Every time he flashed, the immortal sword would accurately cut through the throat or heart of an immortal cultivator, blood splattered, and screams came one after another.

His eyes were always firm and cold, without any mercy. In his eyes, these immortal cultivators were just stumbling blocks that hindered his progress and had to be eliminated one by one.

As time went by, more and more corpses appeared on the ground, and the blood dyed the earth red. But Ye Qian'an was still unharmed, and his breath was calm, as if this fierce battle was just an insignificant game to him.

Finally, when the last immortal cultivator fell under his sword, Ye Qian'an slowly put away his sword, looked up at the sky, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, as if declaring his invincibility to the whole world.

Soon, hundreds of cultivators flew over. After seeing the corpses all over the ground, they didn't dare to move forward, for fear of being killed on the spot by this guy.

Ye Qian'an held one hand behind his back and said expressionlessly, "You all heard it. If anyone dares to provoke me again, I will kill you."

"Who are you to be so presumptuous?"

One of the monks asked angrily.

Ye Qian'an shrugged, raised his head and drank two liang of wine, "Young Master of the Divine Sword Sect, Lu Liang."

"So you are Lu Liang, the young master of the Divine Sword Sect. We have taken note of what happened today. If we have the chance in the future, we will make you pay the price!"

"withdraw!"

Ye Qian'an did not take action again. There were at least a thousand cultivators here, and the group of people he had killed before was enough to scare these guys.

Just as he was about to leave, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Senior, is it you?"

Ye Qian'an stopped and glanced sideways. When he saw Lin Qiao'er, he also looked at her with surprise.

"Qiao'er? Why are you here?"

There was a hint of surprise and confusion in Ye Qian'an's words. He stared at Lin Qiao'er and others in front of him, with a complex expression.

He frowned slightly, and a thoughtful look flashed across his handsome face. In this place full of dangers and unknowns, the appearance of Lin Qiaoer and the others was really beyond his expectations.

Lin Qiao'er was also extremely excited. She had imagined countless times that the two of them would meet again, but she never expected that they would meet here.

Just as Lin Qiao'er was about to rush forward, Lin Xiuya immediately stopped her, then looked at the corpses beneath him, frowned and said:

"I didn't expect that the Young Master of the Divine Sword Sect would be so decisive in killing. I wonder why the Young Master came here this time?"

The relationship between Xuanwu Kingdom and the Divine Sword Sect was not friendly. Because of this, after seeing the other party slaughtering his Xuanwu Kingdom monks, Lin Xiuya's tone was clearly filled with anger.

Lin Qiaoer stamped her feet in anger and said in a voice transmission: "Brother, this is the Qingxuan Sect's genius that I often talk about, and the senior Ye Qian'an who saved me many times."

"what?"

Lin Xiuya was stunned.

He looked at Ye Qian'an with some surprise.

Didn’t he just admit that he was Lu Liang, the young master of the Divine Sword Sect? How come he suddenly became Ye Qian’an, the prodigy of the Qingxuan Sect?
Lin Qiaoer shook her head helplessly and said, "I can't explain it to you in a short time. Let's take the senior away from here first. I set up a formation and sent a message that a group of cultivators are coming here. It's better for us to leave here as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)