Yan Qingyou was not afraid of the pressure of the Mahayana sage, and went deep into the restricted area without any intention of retreating.
"presumptuous!"
A Mahayana sage became angry, a violent wind blew up, and ghosts cried and wolves howled.
There was darkness between heaven and earth, and thick black fog appeared in all directions around Yan Qingyou, blocking his sight and the way forward.
Yan Qingyou stood still, holding the long sword in his right hand, and the wine gourd on his waist trembled slightly, making a faint sound of Taoism.
"Woooooooo..."
The aura of terror swept across the sky, and the sinister wind gusted, which was very frightening.
Suddenly, a black shadow walked out of the thick fog, carrying a sharp long knife, and slashed at Yan Qingyou.
Yan Qingyou raised his sword and slashed with it. The sword energy broke through the mist surrounding him and smashed the long knife into pieces.
The black shadow is like a ghost, hidden in the thick fog, and its trace is hard to find. Yan Qingyou is alert to the surroundings, and the sword is fierce, splitting the void in this world.
"Dongyoujiehai is not a place where a little person like you is qualified to enter."
The Mahayana Saint lurked behind Yan Qingyou, and a magical power instantly burst out with endless murderous intent, heading towards Yan Qingyou's body.
Yan Qingyou turned around and struck the sword as fast as possible.
"Rumble"
This was the full blow of the Mahayana Saint. With Yan Qing's cultivation level in the Yougui Yi Realm, the power of the sword was obviously inferior, so he could only keep retreating and use exquisite swordsmanship to slowly wear away the power of the killing move.
"A small person can also climb mountains and defy the will of heaven."
Yan Qingyou shouted loudly, and the wine gourd on her waist suddenly flew up.
Whoosh!
The wine gourd was suspended in front of Yan Qingyou. There were more than ten scratches on its surface, and its shape was no different from the gourds in the world.
"Drunken Sword, Hundred Flowers Kill!"
Yan Qingyou drank a lot of wine and accumulated the wine in her body. At this moment, Yan Qingyou immediately activated the wine in her body, quickly digested it, and integrated it into the blood, thus breaking every acupuncture point.
Carrying a pot to get drunk, using the unparalleled sword technique.
This is Yan Qingyou's own swordsmanship formula, which has only been used once by others. And that time was five hundred years ago, when Yan Qingyou fought against the ancestor of the ancient Wan family in order to save Wan Hanyi when he was young.
, won the respect of the ancestors of the Wan family, and let Wan Hanyi go.
Today, Yan Qingyou used this technique for the second time, just to bring Xu Changge's bones home. Anyone who blocks the way can be killed with one sword.
The Drunken Sword Art is extremely powerful, but it also has huge side effects.
Yan Qingyou could not care about her own safety and had entered a state of madness.
Peach blossoms bloomed in the sky above the restricted area, followed closely by lotuses, roses, chrysanthemums, plum blossoms, etc. There were hundreds of kinds of flowers blooming, competing for beauty.
Yan Qingyou was among the flowers. She was holding a wine gourd in her left hand, and her face turned red as she drank. She was holding a long sword in her right hand, swinging it across the sky.
"Qiang"
Thousands of swords roared, and swords all over the world made sounds, making them restless.
Yan Qingyou stepped on the petals and stabbed the black mist in front of her with her sword, her eyes firm and unshakable.
"Stab-"
The sword came out of the startling cloud, and the black fog millions of miles ahead dissipated in an instant, and a sword light appeared that went straight to the depths of the restricted area.
The Mahayana Saint in the black mist had nowhere to hide and revealed his true form.
Tick-tock——
This holy king was wearing a dark black robe, and his appearance was hidden by a hat. There was a sword mark on his left arm, and a stream of blood dripped slowly.
Yan Qingyou's sword hurt this holy king.
From the very beginning, the Holy Lord did not take Yan Qingyou seriously and took it lightly. Therefore, the moment Yan Qingyou drew his sword, the Holy Lord was already one step too late to defend and injured some flesh.
"What a sharp sword."
The black-robed sage lowered his head and glanced at the sword marks on his left arm, and no longer regarded Yan Qingyou as a nobody.
"Get out of the way!" The purpose of Yan Qingyou's trip was just to find Xu Changge's bones.
"The power of the restricted area cannot be provoked."
The black-robed sage took a step in the direction of Yan Qingyou, and the sage's majesty came overwhelmingly, causing a hurricane.
If in normal times, some great monks enter the outer areas of the restricted area to seek opportunities, the strong men in the restricted area will just turn a blind eye and pass by, too lazy to take action.
However, Dongyou Boundary Sea has just experienced an imperial war, and the eyes of the world have been staring at Dongyou Boundary Sea. At this time, if the existence of the Boundary Sea does not expel intruders, the dignity of the restricted area will be further attacked.
"If you don't let me, I'll kill you!"
The moment Yan Qingyou stepped into the Dongyou Realm Sea, she had no intention of leaving safely, and even had the intention of dying.
"Only you?"
The black-robed saint sneered.
Although Yan Qingyou showed extremely strong fighting power at this time, it would be a bit ridiculous to want to kill a Mahayana saint.
"A pot of wine, a life."
The wine gourd was suspended in front of Yan Qingyou, and Yan Qingyou then took out a green wine pot, which contained carefully brewed wine.
In front of everyone, Yan Qingyou drank all the wine in the green jug.
After drinking some wine, Yan Qingyou's body was shaky, her eyes were blurred, and she was very drunk. Looking at Yan Qingyou's appearance, it was like a breeze blowing, which made Yan Qingyou unsteady and fell to the ground.
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The black-robed saint noticed a hint of uneasiness, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Without thinking much, the black-robed sage charged at Yan Qingyou: "You are pretending to be a god and a ghost, so die!"
The black-robed saint holds a jet-black long sword in his right hand, an extremely precious high-grade holy weapon.
When the black-robed sage came to Yan Qingyou, Yan Qingyou didn't have any means of defense. She was in a trance and her body was swaying.
Seeing this situation, the great masters in the world showed unbearable expressions, thinking that Yan Qingyou might have died in the Dongyou Realm Sea.
The ancestor of Wanjia, an ancient clan in Zhonglingzhou, stood above Wanjia, watching the situation in the restricted area with a solemn expression: "Drunk Yan Qingyou is enough to be at the top of the world."
Five hundred years ago, the ancestor of the Wan family fought against Yan Qingyou, and he knew how terrifying Yan Qingyou's strength was. Don't look at the fact that Yan Qingyou only has the cultivation level of Guiyi Realm, and is still one step away from the Mahayana Saint King.
.Once Yan Qingyou is completely drunk, his strength will not be weaker than that of the Mahayana Saint.
You know, that was Yan Qingyou five hundred years ago. Today's Yan Qingyou is only stronger than before.
"die!"
The black-robed sage cut open the sea of flowers condensed by Yan Qingyou with one knife, and reached ten meters in front of Yan Qingyou in an instant.
Swish——
With one slash, before the black-robed sage's long sword touched Yan Qingyou's body, he found that Yan Qingyou's body became twisted and then collapsed.
Fake!
The black-robed sage was startled. This turned out to be the afterimage left by Yan Qingyou.
So where is Yan Qingyou's true body now?
The black-robed sage turned around and looked around, but he didn't notice that Yan Qingyou was hiding. The black-robed sage once thought that the shadow just now was Yan Qingyou, but he was wrong.
"Hiccup..." A hiccupping sound suddenly sounded.
The black-robed sage followed the source of the sound and looked at the sea of flowers beside him.
In the sea of flowers, Yan Qingyou was lying in the void, his body submerged by the petals. He looked like he was drunk and unconscious.
The strong smell of alcohol emanated from Yan Qingyou's body and rippled everywhere with the breeze.
The face of the black-robed sage turned gloomy, feeling that Yan Qingyou had been tricked. The black-robed sage did not say a word, and attacked Yan Qingyou again. The sword light moved the sky and shattered the sky.
"Bang"
Seeing that the black-robed sage was about to cut Yan Qingyou in half, a sword light burst out from the long sword in Yan Qingyou's hand, repelling the black-robed sage's killing move, and the light spread everywhere.
, the void shook.
Yan Qingyou stood up slowly and yawned, looking lazy.
I saw Yan Qingyou taking a step forward, blinking thousands of miles, leaving more than ten afterimages along the way.
Yan Qingyou slowly opened her eyes. This time, she no longer had a drunken look. Her eyes were filled with extreme murderous intent. The powerful waterfall fell down like a billion-jin waterfall. The flowers collapsed, and the petals turned into powder. With the strong wind,
Swept towards the black-robed saint.
Drunk Sword Technique, Hundred Flowers Kill!
In the void, countless afterimages of Yan Qingyou appeared, the smell of wine filled the sky, and flower petals were floating.
The black-robed sage was not sure about Yan Qingyou's identity for a while. With his eyesight and cultivation, he could not see Yan Qingyou's Taoist true body. He suddenly felt that something was not good, and a strong sense of crisis came over him.
heart.
Hundreds of Yan Qingyou's incarnations were attacking the black-robed saint from different directions, their swords were as powerful as dragons, destroying even the dead.
In the center of the sea of flowers, a long sword rushed out from bottom to top, forcing the black-robed saint to rise into the air to avoid the sword. Immediately, hundreds more sword lights came and pierced the restricted area.
Everything inside is empty.
"Broken!" The black-robed saint slashed with his sword, intending to smash the sword light from all directions into pieces.
The sword light exploded, and it was indeed cut into powder by the black-robed saint.
However, the shattered sword light quickly reunited and returned to its original state.
"Qiang——"
Every petal floating in the void was transformed by sword intent, containing endless murderous intent. As the murderous intent appeared, the sea of flowers bloomed, and millions of sword lights rushed towards the black-robed saint, not giving any chance to the black-robed saint at all.
You can escape from space in the slightest.
"The sword formation diagram protects my Taoist body!"
The black-robed sage could not find a way out. He held the long knife tightly with both hands. A layer of golden light appeared around his body, and the power of the sword transformed into a body-protecting magical power.
"Tear-"
Thousands of swords came out and struck at one point.
The monks in the world couldn't help but narrow their eyes. The power of the sword was too terrifying and they couldn't look directly at it.
The flowers are in full bloom and drifting in the wind.
After the sword light dissipated, a space deep in the restricted area collapsed, forming a huge black hole, as if a mysterious behemoth opened its mouth like an abyss, which was extremely terrifying.
"how's it going?"
Everyone held their breath and stared at the direction of the restricted area from a distance.
Although he was protected by a sword, he still couldn't stop the offensive of Yan Qingyou who was really drunk.
There were hundreds of sword wounds on the body of the black-robed sage, and blood flowed from the wounds. Moreover, most of the black robe he struck on his body was broken, revealing his true appearance.
"he is......"
Someone recognized the black-robed Saint and was extremely surprised.