The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Princess Changning was somewhat flustered: "Greetings... I've met Senior An."

Two months later, An Qingwan had become a Grandmaster, something they had never expected.

An Qingwan smiled and said, "It seems the princess hasn't used the Ascension Elixir yet?"

Princess Changning cupped her hands and said, "My martial arts aptitude is poor, and even with the Ascension Elixir, it would be difficult for me to make further progress, so I have always had doubts."

An Qingwan said, "Those who practice martial arts should be brave and diligent. The Sword God's talent was not particularly outstanding at the time, but he became the Sword God now, didn't he? Princess, you don't need to doubt yourself."

Princess Changning nodded and quickly thanked her.

An Qingwan said no more and continued to wait.

This wait lasted until almost October.

Something unexpected happened—

An Qingwan sat in the middle of Taihu Lake for seven or eight days, but the Holy Master Cangming not only failed to show his face, but also failed to respond.

He seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"Is he afraid?"

"This doesn't seem like him, does it?"

"Did the ten years of tempering on Nine Nether Island smooth out his temperament?"

"The Jinglun Heavenly Palace also did not respond."

"What battle can Jinglun Heavenly Palace possibly fight now? The Dao Lord has left, and Jinglun Heavenly Palace no longer has a Grandmaster in charge. How can it possibly be a match for Jiuyou Sacred Palace, which has a Grandmaster?"

The atmosphere in the martial arts world suddenly became extremely strange.

But the struggles across the land never ceased, with various warlords locked in fierce battles.

Whether in the lands of Wu or Huaibei, the Thirty-Six Islands and the Xu family are conquering cities and territories, eliminating surrounding forces that refuse to submit, and preparing for the future decisive battle across the river.

This battle will determine who is the true hegemon of the South.

"Although I knew long ago that Xie Ji was not harmed by the Holy Master Cangming, it is really strange that he could remain calm after I challenged him so openly. Has he really changed his personality, or did he simply not hear that I was going to challenge him?"

An Qingwan, standing in the middle of the lake, was filled with curiosity.

at the same time.

The coast of the East China Sea.

The sage master Cangming, whom the world has been searching for, is silently standing on a reef.

Dark clouds gathered, and the wind blew and the waves rose.

A small boat was floating on the sea about ten feet away from him.

On the boat was an old man wearing a straw raincoat and a tattered bamboo hat.

The old man was hunched over, with wrinkled, dark skin and a long, curly beard that was completely unkempt.

Beside him was an oil lamp, at his feet was a pile of firewood, and in his hand he held a small knife and a log.

The old man just sat there.

He was using a knife to whittle down a log.

One knife, two knives, three knives...

His eyes were cloudy, but his hands were surprisingly steady.

But no one who knows his true identity would find this surprising.

Simply because he is the God of Swords.

The Sword God has abandoned the sword; he completely abandoned it several years ago.

But today he was carving a sword, turning a piece of wood into a three-foot-five-inch-long, well-shaped sword.

Because he was sitting with his back to the shore, the Holy Master Cangming could not see his expression, but the Holy Master Cangming thought that it must be a pair of bewildered eyes, and it must be a face weathered by time.

"You came."

An aged voice drifted over.

The Holy Master Cangming said, "I will definitely come."

The old man said, "You've changed."

The Holy Master Cangming said, "You've changed too. You've actually become like this."

His voice was full of emotion.

The old man said, "You've become a stranger to me too. Time is truly a poison."

Master Cangming said, "But I should have expected that you would eventually become like this."

The old man said, "Oh?"

The Holy Master Cangming said, "At that time, all you had left was your sword."

The old man nodded: "Yes, back then, all I had left was my sword."

He originally had more than just a sword.

He has a master, a senior brother, and a wife.

But later, his master passed away, his senior brother left, and his wife died at the hands of his enemy.

What does he have left?

Only swords!

Therefore, he became the Sword God.

A sword among men, a god among swords.

The Holy Master Cangming asked, "But where is your sword now?"

The old man said, "I no longer have a sword."

The Holy Master Cangming said, "Isn't it laughable that the Sword God has no sword?"

The old man didn't respond, continuing to silently carve the log.

The Holy Master Cangming asked, "Why don't you have a sword?"

The old man said, “Because I no longer know what a sword is. A sword is not a sword, I am not myself. What is a sword? What am I? What is above a sword? What is the essence of the Tao? What is the ocean? What is the sky? What is nature?”

The Holy Master Cangming suddenly laughed, a mocking laugh.

"In pursuit of the Way of Nature, the Sword God ended up going mad, while Yu Miaozhen, who was thought to be born a sword and naturally integrated with nature, has now broken free from that state and turned back into a human. This is indeed the biggest joke of the year."

The old man finally stopped cutting: "Has Yu Miaozhen overcome her dementia?"

The Holy Master Cangming said, "When you were in seclusion, Yu Miaozhen was freed from her delusion, and the Dao Master touched upon the Dao of Nature."

The old man said, "That's a really big change. You still haven't told me how Yu Miaozhen got rid of her dementia."

The Holy Master Cangming said, "Because she lost, she lost in swordsmanship to the greatest swordsman of all time."

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The Holy Master Cangming said, "That is a swordsman who is much younger than you, much more intelligent than you, and much more dazzling than you."

The old man asked, "Who?"

The Holy Master Cangming said, "Peace and tranquility prevail."

A completely unfamiliar name,

The Holy Master Cangming said, "She is a blind girl, a Grandmaster who is not yet twenty years old, and a swordsman unlike any other!"

The old man asked, "How are they different?"

His movements suddenly quickened, and the log gradually took on the shape of a sword, embodying the true essence of a sword.

Master Cangming said, "Go see her, and you will know what kind of swordswoman she is."

Finally, the log in the old man's hand had completely transformed into a sword.

Finally, the old man stood up.

Just like a sharp sword drawn from a rusty sheath, in that instant, a sharp, sea-wind-like aura suddenly emanated from his aged body.

He seemed to be glowing.

The wooden sword was also glowing.

He grasped the wooden sword and gently thrust it towards the spot where the Holy Master Cangming stood.

Ordinary sword moves, ordinary swords, and ordinary combinations, yet they miraculously gave rise to death.

The sword is dead.

Jian Zhao died.

Even this cold, desolate seaside has died.

The sword energy, resembling an ice dragon, soared an unknown distance before piercing directly into the heart of the Cangming Saint Master.

At that moment, snow fell heavily, icicles hung upside down, and all the trees withered.

"Where is she?" the Sword God asked.

The Holy Master Cangming felt a chill run down his spine and used boundless killing intent to drive away the death wish in his heart.

"What a merciless sword! Even though you are a grandmaster, you still couldn't..."

Move on from the past. She's by Taihu Lake; she was waiting for me. Go find her.

The Holy Master Cangming has vanished, leaving only his voice behind.

The Sword God stood there quietly.

He stood there for an unknown amount of time, and when he came to his senses, the wooden sword in his hand had already turned to dust.

He heard sounds coming from afar again.

This time, it was the voice of his senior brother, Shen Ruiqing, the Heavenly Sword.

Fourteen and ninety years to forge a sword, a single thought from gods and demons.

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"Finally found you."

Looking at the figure in the distance, whose face was disheveled but whose sharpness was still as clear as a long sword, Shen Ruiqing couldn't help but feel a deep sense of emotion.

He started searching for the Sword God in early August.

I searched until the turn of September and October, experiencing countless disappointments along the way.

Fortunately, he eventually found the Sword God.

Next, all he needs to do is bring the Sword God back.

With the Sword God in charge, even if that old scoundrel Cangming Saint Master is arrogant, he shouldn't dare to act recklessly for the time being.

In this way, he would have enough time to deal with the forces from the Great Light Cult and

The pressure on the Nine Netherworld Holy Palace

"You actually came too."

The Sword God raised his head and looked at Shen Ruiqing.

These words startled Shen Ruiqing.

也?

"Were there other people who arrived before me?"

The Sword God said coldly, "Cangming has arrived."

Cangming Saint Master?

"He came to seek revenge on you? You're still alive, which means he's already gone."

Shen Ruiqing's heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

But before that feeling of joy could even rise, it was extinguished by the Sword God.