The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

"That Han man was truly cunning. Fortunately, he is dead. Once King Garuda recovers, I will surely avenge the defeat at Pujindu!"

Among the army, a group of experts who had escaped from Pujindu were cursing and swearing, their emotions running high.

Su Nong was also among the army, but he did not participate in the discussion, nor did he laugh like those who had escaped with their lives.

He simply couldn't bring himself to laugh.

It's certainly a good thing to have escaped with your life, but during your escape, you were excluded by Garuda King and unable to follow Garuda King along another path. What does this signify?

This shows that although he tried his best, he still has not been truly trusted by King Garuda to this day.

Su Nong felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"Just because I am the son of a shepherd, do you look down on me?"

With his hands clenched into fists, Su Nong's breathing became rapid.

However, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

No rush. He is a man destined by heaven. He will become a grandmaster sooner or later. When that happens, he will make all those who look down on him pay.

Su Nong raised his head again. At this moment, the people around him were already discussing how to take revenge in the future.

When they got excited, they all became beaming with pride.

Su Nong found it all rather boring.

He was about to quicken his pace to distance himself from these people when a shout suddenly came from the vanguard.

someone.

On a rugged mountain path, on a flat blue stone, stood a woman dressed in Han Chinese clothing.

No one knew how the woman appeared there; all they knew was that she suddenly appeared, but when she stood there, she gave everyone the feeling that she had been standing there since time immemorial.

It was as if she wasn't human.

Instead, it is a stone, a tree, a sword, or a transcendent deity.

"This is……"

The advance troops caused a disturbance.

Thousands of people drew their weapons, exuding a murderous aura.

They were already feeling empty because they had come up empty-handed, and now that their path had been suddenly blocked, they were furious and just wanted to vent their anger.

Ashina Guiren, the Turkic general in the central army, frowned deeply.

"Who dares to block my army's path? Seize that person!"

The word "down" was still not uttered because it was drowned out by a louder voice.

"It's her! It's An Qingwan! It's the Goddess of Xiaoxiang!"

Terrified cries echoed in all directions.

Those who escaped from Pujindu witnessed An Qingwan wielding her sword to kill the enemy.

Even though they were far away, just by looking at the black cloth on her face and feeling her calm and composed aura, they knew that the one blocking their way must be An Qingwan.

The only thing they couldn't understand was why An Qingwan was here.

They had no time to think; they were all trembling with fear, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"An Qingwan, is that the An Qingwan who killed an unknown grandmaster on the great river?" Ashina Guiren's expression changed drastically.

A bystander said, "It's her, there's no mistake!"

Ashina Guiren felt a chill run down his spine. Even with 20,000 elite troops and a large number of martial arts masters protecting him, he couldn't help but feel a jolt of fear at this moment.

He looked up, wanting to get a closer look at An Qingwan, but unexpectedly, An Qingwan also turned her head, which happened to face his position.

Is this a coincidence?

Or is it some inexplicable feeling?

—After all, An Qingwan can't see it.

Ashina Guiren's fighting spirit was instantly extinguished. He felt that he was not hundreds of feet away from An Qingwan, but only one foot away. He felt that An Qingwan had seen through him completely.

This feeling filled him with unprecedented fear, as if his fate had slipped out of his control at this moment.

What kind of existence is this?

"Set up the formation! Set up the formation quickly!"

Ashina Guiren shouted.

As the army moved, An Qingwan had already made her move. She rushed straight towards the army, a force of 20,000 soldiers who could be considered the most elite soldiers in the world.

Arrows rained down, blotting out the sky.

However, these arrows, which could pierce iron shields, were all deflected by an invisible force a few feet away from An Qingwan.

That is naturally the effect of the Formless Divine Needle.

Amidst a rain of arrows against a thousand sword energies, the sword energies still prevail.

The Formless Divine Needle truly lives up to its nickname, the Immortal Hedgehog Skill, preventing opponents from harming it in the slightest.

Ashina Guiren was terrified.

In that instant, he felt as if he were not in the midst of a large army, but suddenly alone. He felt no warmth, only a chill running through his body.

Just as he was filled with fear, An Qingwan had already charged into the midst of the army.

She began to fight against the army.

She held an ancient-looking longsword in her hand, and with a single swing, no one could withstand her. Men who stood in her way died, and horses that blocked her path were smashed to pieces. Suddenly, a rain of blood splattered across the mountain path.

The elite Turkic soldiers were terrified and screamed in terror.

Their morale was already low, how could they possibly hold on now?

collapsed.

Morale collapsed again and again.

Ashina Guiren had never seen such a terrible battle.

He hurriedly gripped the curved knife at his waist and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Quickly, move the Black Flame Flag to the left!"

"Fellow members of the Great Brightness Sect, and fellow members of the Royal Court, please follow me in wielding the Dharma Image of the Bright Venerable. Today, we must bury this woman from the Central Plains here!"

After these arrangements were announced, Ashina Guiren finally felt a sense of relief and peace of mind.

Blackfire Banner was his personal guard, and all of them were top-notch fighters handpicked from the grasslands. With the addition of these experts around him, he should still have a chance to hold An Qingwan back for a moment before escaping.

But the next moment, Ashina Guiren was utterly desperate.

Apart from the Blackfire Banner, no one obeyed his orders.

No matter where the experts came from, they all scattered and fled long ago after they saw An Qingwan charging into the enemy formation with thousands of weapons under her protection.

His earlier feeling was correct; although he was in the army, he was all alone, and no one cared about him anymore.

At this moment, An Qingwan closed the distance between herself and him.

He watched as An Qingwan threw the ancient longsword in her hand.

The long sword flew into the air like thunder and lightning, like a rainbow piercing the sun.

No one could describe the speed of that sword strike.

No one can describe the brilliance of this sword strike.

The world suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

All was silent, except for a streak of light that flashed by, like a celestial being flying by.

Just as Ashina Guiren was about to leap off his horse, he saw the flying sword pierce through his neck and emerge from the back of his neck.

PS: As I've already explained, this world only has around twenty Grandmasters. This setting was established from the beginning and won't be changed, so there's no issue of numerical inflation. I don't plan to write this book very long; it will end at the fourth realm. Writing it is tiring, and there are often strange debates—the kind of debates that never occur in Xianxia/Xuanhuan novels. The reason several Grandmasters appear in Pujin Ferry is that, apart from a few individuals like the Grandmaster of the Xu family of Huainan, everyone else who wants to cause trouble is paying attention here. The final main plot also begins here, and it should be finished by next month at the latest.

One sword, number 137, astonished the world, its power shaking the northern deserts. [3.5k]

The sword that pierced Ashina Guiren's throat was none other than the "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens" technique that made An Qingwan famous.

But although it was also a celestial attack, this sword strike was completely different from the previous ones.

This time, the celestial descent was a sword strike that was executed at will and perfectly natural.

It traversed over a hundred feet, and as it streaked across the sky, all those enveloped in its magnificent sword light could only look up in awe.

It seemed to be a sword that truly came from outer space.

It is not only magnificent, but also carries an elusive and ethereal quality.

It was precisely this ethereal quality that made Ashina Guiren's death not immediately instill fear, but rather a sense of awe.

A profound sense of awe, as if one had suddenly glimpsed the vastness of the sky, the breadth of the earth, and the depth of the sea.

In an instant, the battlefield of 20,000 people fell silent.

Even Ashina Guiren, the person involved and the deceased, couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion when he saw the Heavenly Will Sword stuck in his neck.

The death of Tianyi Sword at this time, which was also a kind of divine will, may also be a kind of divine will.

However, this feeling did not last long.

After Ashina Guiren's body fell from his horse with a clatter, the 20,000 people around him finally came to their senses.

No matter how breathtaking a celestial being's descent may be, it is still something that can kill.

No one shouted for revenge for Ashina Guiren.

Even the Black Fire Banner, personally led by Ashina Guiren, which was invincible in the northern frontier and caused headaches for the Youji Black Cloud Cavalry and the Longyou Qin Army, did not seek revenge for Ashina Guiren.

In military campaigns, morale is of paramount importance.

The final burning above the Great River had severely damaged the morale of this army.

An Qingwan's divine sword strike completely shattered the last vestige of morale in this army.

When morale collapses, so does public support.

Once people's hearts are scattered, the slightest disturbance can lead to a complete rout.

An Qingwan stepped forward at the opportune moment.

She mustered all her strength and suddenly let out a clear whistle that carried far like thunder.

This was not an ordinary clear whistle, but a martial art similar to a lion's roar.

This move wasn't particularly powerful to begin with, but with the support of her immense internal energy, it roared so loudly that the hills and the earth seemed to shake.

This commotion is much bigger than the rustling of grass in the wind.

Before the roar had even completely subsided, the 20,000-strong army had already scattered on the spot.

The mountains and fields were filled with screams of extreme panic.

Some seized horses and galloped away, some threw down their weapons and fled lightly, while others used their agility to choose dead ends.

Many more were knocked to the ground because they walked too slowly, or rolled down the cliff because they walked too fast, or even got into a fight with their former comrades over horses.

Before An Qingwan could draw her sword again, many of the 20,000 soldiers had already died.

She summoned back the Heavenly Will Sword, and her whole body seemed to fly like an immortal, leaping dozens of feet in a few quick steps.

Even with her unparalleled martial arts skills, it would be absolutely impossible for her to kill all 20,000 people who scattered and fled.

Therefore, she did not pursue the ordinary soldiers. Instead, she leaped into the air and unleashed a "flying dragon" of a hundred swords directly above the black fire flag. Then, she rushed towards the martial arts masters in the Turkic army formation at top speed.

These martial arts masters are the key.

Once they are mostly wiped out, even if the Turkic army is powerful, it will not be able to cause any major disturbances in this world.

As for those lowly soldiers...

They escaped back, which could help her spread the word about what happened today.

"Listen carefully, my name is An Qingwan!"

The howling started again.