The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Xu Zhongdao said, "Very well, since you are so confident, then I will grant you that confidence."

He stomped his right foot, and suddenly a crack appeared in the ground. Instantly, a soaring aura of malevolence surged forth from the crack.

Xu Chong stretched out his right hand, and saw a black, thick-backed curved sword, about three feet and seven inches long, slowly fly out from the crack, its hilt flying into his palm with perfect precision.

The moment his five fingers gripped the hilt of the knife, his entire demeanor changed.

In An Qingwan's "eyes," he was no longer a cold block of iron, but molten iron boiled in boiling blood.

Molten iron has no inherent form, yet it moves at will and follows its own will.

At this moment, Xu Zhong's eyes were indeed gleaming with firelight. Illuminated by the firelight, the surrounding thick fog quickly dissipated.

"An Qingwan, you shouldn't be so arrogant. How could my true martial arts skills be compared to those of the Black Heaven Extreme Demoness?"

"My martial arts skills have surpassed hers, but the most mysterious weapon is this [Izumi-do]. This sword was forged by me with the blood of countless living beings and the art of sword nurturing. It is a true demonic sword!"

An Qingwan simply gave a faint "oh." The art of sword nurturing is indeed a unique skill in the world.

It nurtures not only a sword, but also a force, an invincible and unbreakable force.

But so what?

Having come this far, is she still lacking in this spirit?

At this moment, new sounds finally came from outside Shaoyang Island. It was the sound of the wind.

The sound of someone swiftly passing across the river. The sun had already set in the west, and the moon had already risen in the east.

An Qingwan's lips parted slightly; she hadn't used much force, yet her voice carried far.

"Master Cangming, you have finally arrived. It has been a long time since I last met you."

"..."

In an instant, the Cangming Saint Master stopped, Wen Qiwu who was standing next to him stopped, and Xu Zhong, whose aura was soaring like molten lava, was also stunned.

They suddenly sensed something was wrong.

How did An Qingwan know that the visitor was the Holy Master Cangming?

Since she knew the visitor was the Holy Master Cangming, how dare she still come to Shaoyang Continent?

"Heavenly Venerable... could he be hiding nearby?" Xu Chong looked around.

The Holy Master Cangming also looked around, his sharp, eagle-like eyes filled with divine light, and even his thick mustache stood up straight, as eye-catching as a javelin.

But the river surface was only calm with a gentle breeze and ripples, with the occasional fish swimming by. As for the Celestial Venerable, where was there any Celestial Venerable?

An Qingwan smiled and said, "Don't worry, this is not a scheme. I came alone. I don't need to use any schemes to deal with you."

The cold laughter of the Holy Master Cangming echoed from the river: "Such arrogance! Wasn't it you who ruined my Yinji Sect's plans in Jiangling earlier?"

An Qingwan laughed and said, "Not only did I ruin your Yinji Sect's plans in Jiangling, but I also killed your Yinji Sect's four Venerable Masters, Feng Hua Xue Yue."

The sneer of the Holy Master Cangming vanished instantly, replaced by utter astonishment: "You killed them all?"

An Qingwan smiled but remained silent.

The Holy Master Cangming immediately roared, "Very well, I don't know where you learned I would be coming, but since you already knew I was coming, you still dared to come here alone, your courage is truly commendable. However, in this world, courage alone is utterly useless; it not only harms others but also oneself. Today, I will show you the results of my ten years of arduous cultivation on Nine Nether Island!"

As soon as he displayed his divine power, Wen Qiwu and Xu Zhong also made their moves.

"An Qingwan, your journey has been far too smooth, so smooth that you've lost all sense of proportion. Today, whether you arrive alone or with the Heavenly Venerable, you are destined for death!"

The howling sound and the murderous aura intertwined, stirring up a storm on the sandbar.

The three grandmasters exerted their power simultaneously, and their sheer force was enough to turn the entire Shaoyang Continent into a scene of sudden storm.

Faced with such terrifying power, An Qingwan strolled leisurely, as if she were enjoying a garden visit.

The enemy has almost arrived. Those who haven't arrived yet, such as the Palace Master of the Nine Netherworld Palace and the fake Garuda King, will certainly not show up anytime soon, even if we wait any longer.

Since that's the case, what are we waiting for? She drew her sword.

He drew the Heavenly Will Sword from his waist in a very ordinary way, so ordinary that it seemed like a beginner's method.

But the instant the sword was drawn, she changed, and so did the world. She became as if she were omnipresent.

The world around her suddenly became as calm as a frozen lake, with no storm in sight.

This scene caused Xu Zhong, Cangming Saint Master, and Wen Qiwu's pupils to shrink sharply.

An Qingwan was able to defeat the demon-possessed Sword God and subdue the Black Heaven Extreme Witch, so her martial arts skills must be extremely high.

But they never expected that An Qingwan had reached such a level.

She didn't even need to gather her strength; she simply unleashed it at will, and yet she was able to break through the terrifying power emanating from the three of them together!

Is this the sword that surpasses even the Sword God? Is this the sword of the Sword Saint?

In a duel between martial artists, six elements must be considered: timing, momentum, technique, skill, weapon, and mindset.

Timing refers to the opportune moment, situation to the circumstances, method to the techniques, skill to the techniques, weapon to the weapon, and mindset to the mind.

At this moment, Xu Chong and his two companions had already grasped the three essentials of timing, momentum, and resources, but they felt no joy whatsoever, and even began to doubt whether they had truly mastered these three essentials.

"Now that you're here, don't leave! This place is perfect for burying you! If you want to live a little longer, then use all your strength right now!"

With a soft shout, the Heavenly Will Sword suddenly flew up.

Wen Qiwu couldn't sit still any longer. With a flick of his right hand, a long whip emerged from his sleeve. The whip was surrounded by powerful innate true energy. In an instant, the whip seemed to transform into a vicious dragon stirring up trouble in the river, rushing straight towards An Qingwan's back.

Ow—

A dragon's roar rose from the sandbar.

Seeing this, the Holy Master Cangming stopped hiding it.

He never cared whether he was outnumbered or outgunned. He had been ganged up on many times before, so he didn't care about such things. He only cared about whether he could win.

He let out a sharp whistle, and a gust of wind rose around him, billowing his robes. He rode the wind like a roc spreading its wings, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived on the sandbar from the river. He then unleashed more than a dozen palm strikes at An Qingwan.

These dozen or so palm strikes, coming together in one continuous motion, were like a heavy black cloud pressing down from the sky, determined to crush An Qingwan into a meat pie.

"Searching to the highest heavens and the deepest hells!"

Upon seeing this, Xu Chong immediately shouted.

Before the blade was even drawn, his spirit had already broken through the encirclement with his momentum, suppressing An Qingwan's Dao heart and trying to carve out a flaw in it, so that An Qingwan would reveal her weakness.

Then, he traced an arc with the tip of his blade, completely merging his fiery will into the Izumi-do sword, and with a single slash, unleashed a thousand flashes of light.

One of the blades was particularly terrifying, measuring several feet in length.

With this single strike, any fortifications, any rocks, even towering city walls could be shattered to pieces!

Three people, three different moves, three different directions, completely surrounded An Qingwan.

Xu Zhong was full of confidence.

He believed that whether it was Garuda King or the Celestial Venerable, if they were to fall into this formation today, they would all end up in a state of chaos, mental breakdown, and ultimately defeat and death.

The combined power of the three of them is far greater than the sum of its parts (one plus one plus one equals three).

Although they had never practiced combined attack techniques, at their level, every move they made would naturally resonate with others.

This is the natural understanding between masters. This is also their chance of victory.

However, An Qingwan, who was in the midst of such a terrifying offensive, smiled.

She seemed to suddenly transform into a skilled dancer, her feet lightly touching the muddy ground, each step carrying profound meaning, each step perfectly executed, preventing the three who had surrounded her from exerting their full strength.

"Master Cangming's palm strike was just the beginning. There will be countless more after that. Once they are connected, the palm strike will be as continuous as the tide."

"Xu Zhong's move of 'searching high and low' is just a decoy. You have a hidden dagger in your back, and that is the real killing move."

"Only Wen Qiwu of the Mandarin Duck Sect is truly upright; once he strikes with his whip, he has no second chance."

An Qingwan's words sent a shockwave through Xu Zhong and the others. How could she see everything?

Could it be that her eyes are not only not blind, but also located in the heavens, allowing her to see the present and their future?

But that wasn't the most surprising thing. What was even more surprising was that An Qingwan stopped talking.

In an instant, An Qingwan was enveloped in a dazzling golden light. Her entire body had turned golden.

She neither dodged nor flinched, letting the force of the energy from all directions fall upon her.

Dang Dang Dang——

A series of metallic clangs rang out.

The dark clouds fell, and shattered as soon as they touched the top of her head.

The blade's edge struck her, but the power to split mountains and shatter rocks didn't even scratch her skin; instead, the blade's edge dissipated on its own.

Wen Qiwu's long whip was even worse; before it even touched her body, the whip itself shattered into pieces of dust.

An Qingwan's expression remained unchanged.

She simply raised her right hand high, and the Heavenly Will Sword stirred in the air. Instantly, countless water droplets condensed from the surrounding mist. These water droplets then froze at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming millions of tiny ice cones.

The icicles swirled around her body at an incredible speed, and a hurricane suddenly rose from the vast Shaoyang Island.

Xu Chong's pupils contracted.

He clearly saw An Qingwan, who was standing in the center of the ice cone whirlwind, float up in a way that defied the laws of nature, until her feet were three feet off the ground.

"Such moves are not enough to harm me. I already told you that if you wanted to live a little longer, you should use your full strength immediately, but you wouldn't believe me. Well, now it's my turn!"

The next moment, An Qingwan pressed her right hand down.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh--

Millions of ice spikes surged forward, like a vast army, instantly engulfing Xu Chong and his companions.

"not good!"

Xu Zhong's expression changed drastically.

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Xu Zhong had already tried his best to overestimate An Qingwan's abilities.

He has revealed his trump cards: the Holy Master Cangming and Wen Qiwu.

He had also laid an ambush early on, burying the Izumi-do sword underground, preparing to launch a sneak attack on An Qingwan.

This can be seen as a great respect for An Qingwan's abilities.

But who would have thought that even with all the preparations he made, it still wouldn't be enough?

Xu Zhong believed that no one in the world could have done better than him in his position.

So what if others are smarter than him?

Could someone smarter than him have imagined that An Qingwan's martial arts skills could improve so quickly?

It is absolutely impossible.

In just one year, he went from being a peerless master to a grandmaster, and a grandmaster who could defeat him, Cangming Saint Master, and Wen Qiwu all at once. Such a person has never appeared before in history.

Even the smartest person is unlikely to imagine a situation that has never occurred before and is theoretically impossible.

Xu Zhong shook his head inwardly.

There's no point in dwelling on these things now.

He could only concentrate on dealing with the seemingly endless storm of ice spikes. Each of these tiny, needle-like ice spikes contained An Qingwan's unparalleled will and inner strength, and each possessed the power to pierce through metal. Xu Zhong dared not relax for a moment.

Not everyone can transform into a golden statue like An Qingwan, relying on an indestructible body to withstand damage.

Even grandmasters are human, and humans are always vulnerable. Injuries to the heart, neck, head... in these places can lead to death.

Xu Zhong channeled his inner energy to his body, forming a protective aura, while simultaneously wielding the Quanhu Blade.

The blade churned with murderous aura, surging outwards like waves.

Although the ice spikes that An Qingwan shot out were incredibly powerful, they were still ice spikes in essence. Faced with Quanhu Dao's crazy slashes, the ice spikes shattered into fine ice mist.

Xu Chong let out a sharp shriek and forcefully carved a path through the storm of ice spikes.

Now that the road was open, he didn't rush out to deal with An Qingwan. Instead, he took the initiative to move closer to the Cangming Saint Master.

An Qingwan's sword heart is clear enough to see everything. Although his swordsmanship was suppressed by An Qingwan's sword force and spirit, making him unable to "see" the situation behind the ice mist, he still instinctively felt that moving forward was not a smooth road, but rather a place where danger lurked.

Xu Chong could see that Wen Qiwu of the Yuanyang Sect did not have such keen perception. After all, he had only recently become a Grandmaster and had no experience in facing other Grandmasters head-on. He also did not have the unique insights into the spiritual realm that Xu Chong possessed.