The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

He was unwilling.

If his essence, energy, and spirit are in harmony and his mind is clear, he can still use this move properly without causing serious consequences.

But ever since his mind became scattered, he has never used this move again.

until today.

Today is truly different.

An Qingwan was proficient in the art of observing the emperor's aura, and could foresee the changes in the three realms of heaven, earth, and humanity.

Although the Sword God could not see through the changes of the Three Powers, he was still able to observe a person's aura.

But when he went to observe An Qingwan's aura, he found that he couldn't see anything at all.

That was a kind of uncanny transformation that was restrained to the extreme.

It was as if An Qingwan herself was her own domain, and no outsider was allowed to desecrate her in the slightest.

He felt that none of his ordinary moves could break An Qingwan's momentum, so he could only unleash his strongest sword technique as soon as they met.

His sword aura pierced through heaven and earth, constantly growing stronger, always able to overwhelm An Qingwan and pull her back to this world. At that time, his sword would rain down like rain.

An Qingwan's wondrous swordsmanship is actually entirely rooted in the first internal energy cultivation method she obtained in this world—the Mingyu Gong.

Mingyu Gong is a martial art in which the power does not leak out at all when it is in use; on the contrary, it is contained within.

An Qingwan's martial arts skills originated from the Mingyu Gong, and now her sword techniques also reflect the characteristics of the Mingyu Gong.

The two swords clashed continuously, and for a short time, it was difficult to determine a winner.

In the end, it was the Sword God who couldn't stand up anymore.

His sword aura borrows the power of heaven and earth, seemingly able to grow infinitely, but his control as a human is ultimately limited. Once that sword aura exceeds his limit, it will destroy not only his spirit, but also his body.

He thrust out his sword first, and the sword light turned into a rainstorm.

An Qingwan seemed to teleport out of thin air, suddenly appearing at the very center of the Sword God's sword.

At this moment, on other islands not far away, the martial arts masters who were watching the battle with rapt attention were all deeply shocked.

"Even the Sword God's sword couldn't subdue An Qingwan's sword?"

Mr. Han Jing breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. I thought Lady An would definitely lose, but now it seems that I underestimated her. Even if she is no match, she is probably not much worse than the Sword God."

The others were talking amongst themselves.

It's truly unbelievable that An Qingwan could display such unfathomable strength at such a young age.

It is said that Yu Miaozhen was born as a celestial being.

Wasn't An Qingwan born a celestial being?

Waves roll and fly.

The waves crashed on the shore.

Yu Miaozhen stared blankly at the island opposite, which was almost invisible.

Is it really not that much different?

Her sword sheath is much deeper than that!

Two intertwined swords were reflected in her jewel-like bright eyes.

……

No one can describe the power of the Sword God's sword.

No one can describe the speed of An Qingwan's sword strike.

These are two swords that have stripped away all the fancy stuff and only pursue the essence of combat.

Yet this seemingly simple sword, when used, reveals profound principles of swordsmanship that can captivate even the most skilled swordsmen.

The two swords suddenly clashed, the sound of which was clear and melodious, like a zither melody, moving all who heard it.

The rain, falling heavily, was instantly dried and vanished by the surging internal force the moment the sword blades parted, as if cleaved into another world by a single sword strike—a truly dreamlike experience.

Clang clang!

They constantly clashed, constantly sought out each other's weaknesses, and constantly used techniques such as picking, stabbing, cutting, and slashing to exploit those weaknesses.

At first, An Qingwan and the Sword God were so fast that their figures were completely invisible.

But as time went on, they slowed down more and more, so slow that it seemed like two top-notch swordsmen were fighting, so slow that it seemed like two first-rate swordsmen were fighting, so slow that it seemed like two swordsmen who had never learned internal energy were fighting.

This is a very new way of sparring, so new that it amazes onlookers.

Are they fixing the match?

Strange thoughts like these popped into Leng Qingyou's mind.

Only Yu Miaozhen, who truly understands swordsmanship, could see the danger involved.

Because when she put herself in An Qingwan's shoes, she found that she couldn't find any flaws in the Sword God's sword moves at all.

For a swordsman, wouldn't this be the greatest despair in the world?

Sweat poured down Yu Miaozhen's forehead like a waterfall.

"Sister Miaozhen, are you alright?"

Lan Xiaogu quickly helped Yu Miaozhen, who was trembling, and the others looked over in confusion.

Yu Miaozhen said, "I'm fine, just a little tired."

Lan Xiaogu asked worriedly, "Is Sister An going to lose?"

Yu Miaozhen said, "No, she wants to win."

The Sword God came for the title of God of Swords, and An Qingwan also harbored the idea of ​​perfecting her swordsmanship in the sword competition.

Therefore, An Qingwan actually held back a lot of her tricks during the exchange just now.

She never used the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth or the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, nor did she use her terrifying, tidal wave-like internal energy to use the Formless Divine Needle to bind the Sword God.

If this were a life-or-death battle with no holding back, An Qingwan would have already broken the Sword God's momentum.

Although the Sword God's aura was incredibly impressive, he had gone mad from practicing qi cultivation and was unable to achieve a high degree of unity between his essence, energy, and spirit.

Faced with such an opponent, her Emperor's Qi Observation Technique was simply her nemesis.

When facing an enemy, the Emperor's Qi Observation Technique is adept at disrupting the opponent's internal energy by exploiting their temperament, thereby causing the opponent's mind to break down and their defenses to be breached on the spot.

The Sword God's mental defenses were breached from the start, making it incredibly easy for her to deal with him.

After another sword exchange, the Sword God slid back a full ten feet. He plunged his sword into the mud to brace himself and avoid falling: "No wonder people say you are the second Sword God!"

An Qingwan smiled and said, "I am not the second Sword God, nor am I the second anyone else. I am who I am, I am An Qingwan."

The Sword God was taken aback, and his cloudy eyes became clearer: "I take back what I just said. That was an insult to the supreme swordsman in the world."

An Qingwan said, "You've come to your senses?"

The Sword God asked, "Have you figured it out?"

The Sword God has not yet realized this.

An Qingwan still hasn't figured it out.

Therefore, they still have one last move to make.

This move was finally unleashed without reservation.

The Sword God suddenly threw his sword into the air, and one sword became "ten swords", and "ten swords" became "a hundred swords".

The dazzling golden light had completely overshadowed the dark clouds in the sky and the waves in the lake.

At the same time, An Qingwan plunged the Heavenly Will Sword into the ground.

An unparalleled surge of internal energy emanated from her body, and the churning waves around the island seemed to suddenly stop at that moment.

An Qingwan's body floated off the ground. Although it didn't float very high, only a few feet, it was indeed floating.

This wasn't light-footed skill; it was more like flying, completely beyond the comprehension of everyone present.

But it wasn't just An Qingwan who "flew up," the water in the lake also took flight.

Large amounts of lake water flew up, floating in mid-air and scattering into droplets.

"what--"

The Sword God let out a sharp cry.

In an instant, the sword he threw out transformed into thousands of golden light swords that fell from the sky and headed straight for An Qingwan.

An Qingwan also let out a delicate shout.

In an instant, the drifting water droplets seemed to come alive, all emitting a dazzling silver light. These water droplets suddenly flew upwards, each droplet a sword, a sword with endless wonders.

Ding ding ding!

The golden light collided, exploded, and vanished with the silver light.

Like a flash of lightning, its light flickers endlessly.

Finally, the vast lake surrounding the island was completely shrouded in a rapidly thick fog.

罩。

No one could see clearly who had actually won.

"What was the result?"

Leng Qingyou kept staring at it, but couldn't see anything.

The others also had sweaty palms.

The thick fog finally began to dissipate.

Everyone looked closely and saw that An Qingwan had landed on the ground, standing there gracefully, with a sword stuck in her chest, but no one was holding the sword.

The sword belongs to the Sword God.

The Sword God now lies on the ground, his body covered in sword wounds.

Both of them were injured, and the injuries appeared to be quite serious.

But in the end, it was An Qingwan who had the last laugh.

The Sword God was unable to move and lay blankly on the ground, while An Qingwan was still able to struggle to pull the sword out of her body.

"Miss An, did you win?"

A new generation replaces the old.

The Sword God was defeated.

From that day forward, the title of the greatest swordsman in the world belonged to An Qingwan!

This result surprised many people, but it is also a result worth celebrating.

If An Qingwan wins, the Sword God won't go berserk and start killing people everywhere, right?

Okay!

Lan Xiaogu hugged Yu Miaozhen tightly and shook her vigorously. Sikong Tingxue, who had been pretending, breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest lightly with her intact left hand.

Leng Qingyou let out a muffled groan through his nose.

"You're awesome."

Unbeknownst to everyone, the Sword God's face was filled with shock.

He did leave some marks on An Qingwan, but the most conspicuous sword strike was not from him at all; it was An Qingwan who deliberately ran into him.

Touch porcelain?

What exactly is An Qingwan doing?

The Sword God didn't know.

An Qingwan simply smiled at him.

Amidst the laughter, a small boat suddenly appeared on the still-unsettled lake.

The small boat was moving incredibly fast, and on it stood a person completely covered in...