The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

After breaking through the ice cone storm, Wen Qiwu's momentum surged, and he immediately used the Mandarin Duck Twin Dance technique of the Mandarin Duck School, determined to seize the initiative and force An Qingwan to switch from offense to defense.

This "Mandarin Duck Twin Dance" is not actually a dance, but rather an exquisite double whip technique.

The soft whip fell into Wen Qiwu's hands, its softness and hardness, its curves and straightness changing endlessly. Once he started dancing, it seemed that only the pair of whips that had turned into arcs of light remained in the entire world, dazzling the eyes of all who saw them.

In fact, Wen Qiwu's preemptive attack was not a major mistake.

In a fight among martial arts practitioners, seizing the initiative is always better than falling into the opponent's rhythm and being forced to passively defend and wait for an opportunity to strike.

However, when the gap between the two sides is too large, a preemptive attack is not a preemptive attack, but more like rushing in to their deaths.

Unfortunately, this time the gap between Wen Qiwu and An Qingwan was quite large! Of course, this is not his fault.

He certainly knew An Qingwan was very capable, but how could he have imagined that she was actually far more capable than Xu Chong and the Holy Master Cangming?

No one in the world could have imagined this.

Yu Miaozhen and Leng Qingyou, who were watching from the shore, could never have imagined this.

"You finally became a Grandmaster, with the potential to make the Mandarin Duck Sect the fifth greatest demonic sect in the world. Instead of staying in the Fuyu Kingdom in Liaodong, you rushed here to get involved in the affairs of the Central Plains. You truly deserve to die!"

Seeing Wen Qiwu attack, An Qingwan let out a soft snort.

With his right index and middle fingers joined together, he pointed forward. The Heavenly Will Sword, which had been flying in the air, was wrapped in indestructible innate sword energy. At a speed that far surpassed the speed of sound, it drew an invisible arc in mid-air, but it conformed to the principles of heaven and earth, and shot straight at Wen Qiwu's heart.

If this sword strike lands, even if Wen Qiwu can use his superior internal strength to connect his heart meridian and temporarily reverse life and death, he will only face certain death.

Upon seeing this, Wen Qiwu quickly changed his whip-like form.

The long whip, which had been meandering like a snake, suddenly intertwined and transformed into a round shield.

This round shield could easily intercept the boulders thrown by the catapult, but it couldn't even withstand a single breath against An Qingwan's Heavenly Will Sword.

With a soft crack, the two long whips shattered into countless pieces. "Not good!"

Wen Qiwu's expression changed drastically. He tried to sweep away the Heavenly Will Sword with his surging internal force, but it was completely ineffective.

At the critical moment, a terrifying aura surged from the side. It turned out that Xu Chong had unleashed a diagonal palm strike.

This palm strike sent Wen Qiwu flying, rolling several times on the ground and getting covered in mud, completely losing his grandmaster demeanor.

Wen Qiwu, who had just gotten up from the ground, felt sore all over, but he felt no resentment towards Xu Zhong, only gratitude.

If Xu Zhong hadn't reacted quickly, he probably would have been hit by the sword.

While he resolved the crisis, Xu Zhong found himself in danger. In order to save him, Xu Zhong inevitably revealed a weakness.

An Qingwan certainly wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. She danced gracefully, her sword strikes as fierce as falling leaves in a whirlwind, leaving Xu Zhong breathless. Fortunately, the Cangming Saint Master was there to help him, which prevented him from being defeated immediately.

Faced with such a critical situation, Xu Zhong had no time to blame Wen Qiwu. He had no choice but to save him.

If he doesn't save Wen Qiwu and lets him die at An Qingwan's hands, things will only get worse for him.

"Xu Zhong, you only called me over, you didn't say An Qingwan was this capable!"

The Holy Master Cangming couldn't help but shout.

If he had known An Qingwan was capable, he wouldn't have come at all, and even if he had, he wouldn't have chosen this deserted sandbar as the battlefield.

Wouldn't it have been better to choose a bustling city center, or even a military camp teeming with men and horses?

If he can't defeat her, he can use the "All Beings for Me" technique to absorb people; even if he doesn't absorb people, he can still capture people as hostages to force An Qingwan to give up.

This is just great.

Under An Qingwan's unrestrained swordsmanship, he was unable to break free for a time and could only passively deal with An Qingwan's sword moves.

Xu Zhong was also anxious: "Who would have thought she had this ability?" Now, he had no choice but to ask that person for help.

This time when he came to Shaoyang Prefecture, he not only summoned the Holy Master Cangming and Wen Qiwu, but also the head of the Qixia Sword Sect and that fake Garuda King.

The reason he didn't call the two out right away was because he didn't trust the fake Garuda King at all; he only brought them out as a precaution.

Although he and that fake Garuda King had been cooperating for a long time, in truth, their relationship was even more fragile than his relationship with the Cangming Saint Master.

He worried that the fake Garuda King would take this opportunity to eliminate him as well, so before the operation, he only told the man to hide in the shadows, and then asked the leader of the Qixia Sword Sect to keep an eye on the man in case anything happened.

But he can't worry about this or that now; he needs to figure out how to resolve this crisis before considering anything else.

"Even if we call him over, he might not be able to beat An Qingwan, but..."

He could have easily ordered that person to attack Yu Miaozhen and the others, forcing An Qingwan to be distracted, thus giving them a chance to escape or even win.

Xu Zhong's gaze hardened.

He had done similar things before, so he felt no psychological burden doing them again.

His philosophy was simply "winning"—anything was acceptable as long as he could win. With this in mind, Xu Chong immediately used a secret method of telepathic communication to inform Wen Qiwu.

"Act quickly, don't waste time, Cangming and I can't hold out much longer!"

Although An Qingwan couldn't find out what he said, she still accurately caught the fluctuation of his internal energy. Therefore, she was not surprised at all when Wen Qiwu turned around and rushed out of Shaoyangzhou.

"Do you really think he can save you?"

An Qingwan swept her sword around and cleaved one of Xu Chongliu's six demonic blades in two.

Xu Chong didn't answer, nor did he have time to feel sorry for his knife.

An Qingwan continued with a smile, "If I'm not mistaken, you wanted Wen Qiwu to summon the fake Garuda King, Han Jing, who was hiding in the shadows, right?"

When the words "Cold Mirror" came out, Xu Zhong could no longer maintain the solemnity on his face, and his expression became somewhat flustered.

"How do you know that the fake Garuda King is Han Jing?!"

An Qingwan wasn't 100% sure before, but after Xu Zhong's statement, she had no more doubts.

"Want to know? Heh, I'm not telling you!"

Xu Chong stared intently at An Qingwan.

The Holy Master Cangming stared intently at Xu Zhong. Was Han Jing the fake Garuda King?

When he learned that he had been framed for Xie Ji's murder, he immediately went to the Qing Shuang Sect and caused a great disturbance, killing many of them. It wasn't that he could see through Han Jing's scheme at a glance.

At the time, he didn't know who did it. He just wanted to take revenge on all the people he suspected. After all, he came out to cause trouble.

The reason he chose the Qing Shuang Sect as his first target was because he learned that Han Jing was not in the Qing Shuang Sect, leaving the sect vulnerable.

Unexpectedly, he inadvertently ended up taking revenge on his enemy. What a strange twist of fate!

But now is not the time to dwell on that. The Holy Master Cangming is currently only filled with anger.

"Xu Zhong, you actually colluded with Han Jing in secret? When Han Jing killed Xie Ji and framed me, did you know that but deliberately didn't tell me the truth?"

Xu Chong hissed, "Are you going to argue with me about this kind of thing at a time like this? Do you think you've lived too long and need to go and die?"

The Holy Master Cangming sneered, his beard trembling violently: "Very well, I'll spare you this time, but once we leave Shaoyang Continent, I will kill you. In my entire life, I, Cangming, have hated nothing more than being plotted against!"

An Qingwan said, "You don't need to argue about this anymore, because none of you are leaving today. Not just the two of you, but Wen Qiwu and Han Jing, once you're here, you all have to stay!"

Xu Chong shouted, "That's not necessarily true!"

An Qingwan said, "What are you still expecting? Since I know that Han Jing is the fake Garuda King and that he is connected to you, why did I still dare to come here? Why did I deliberately bring Yu Miaozhen, Leng Qingyou, and even Lan Xiaogu and Gongsun Hongdie here? Why do you think that is?"

Xu Chongdao said, "Is your reliance on the Heavenly Venerable? Do you think the Heavenly Venerable can kill Han Jing? Then you are very wrong. Han Jing is not as simple as he seems on the surface. He has been hiding for so many years, how could he not have any real skills?"

He didn't really know how high Han Jing's martial arts skills were, but he knew that even if Han Jing couldn't beat Tian Zun, he could definitely keep Tian Zun occupied.

Besides Han Jing, he also had the Qixia Sword Sect leader and Wen Qiwu on his side. Could these two old foxes possibly be unable to deal with Yu Miaozhen and Leng Qingyou, two unorthodox grandmasters?

That is absolutely impossible.

Therefore, the current situation is quite clear.

If he and the Holy Master Cangming can hold off An Qingwan for a while, victory will be theirs!

An Qingwan smiled and shook her head: "You still don't understand." Xu Zhong said: "I don't understand?"

An Qingwan said, "My only support has always been myself!" Xu Zhong: "..."

An Qingwan, sword at her side, ethereal and otherworldly like a true immortal: "You think I couldn't stop Wen Qiwu? When he turned to flee just now, I had at least ten ways to stop him, but I deliberately let him go. What do you think was the reason?"

The Holy Master Cangming's expression changed first: "You deliberately wanted him to call out Han Jing?"

An Qingwan faced Xu Zhong: "I know you're thinking about how to stall for time, but why should I talk to you about this when I know you want to stall?"

Master Cangming spoke first: "You're also stalling for time. You're afraid that Han Jing won't dare to show himself if he sees that we've lost too quickly!"

An Qingwan did not directly confirm Cangming Saint Master's guess, but Xu Zhong knew that the truth must be just like that.

He has met many people in his life.

There were starving beggars so weak they could barely open their eyelids, and Dao Lords sitting high in the Jinglun Heavenly Palace, like beings from beyond the heavens.

Before this, he had only ever felt genuine fear towards one person. Not the Dao Lord.

The Dao Lord was highly skilled in martial arts, but not so skilled that he could drive the Dao Lord to despair. Nor was it Han Jing.

Han Jing was ruthless and vicious, and had countless tricks up his sleeve, but that was not enough to make him feel afraid.

The person he feared was a scholar, a weak and powerless scholar who made a living by writing for others by the roadside.

The scholar had clearly accomplished nothing, yet he could see through the man's ambition at a glance and succinctly reveal what the man was thinking.

He had never felt so uneasy before, so he was afraid, and in his fear, he killed the scholar.

Now, he felt uneasy again, and once again felt extreme fear.

The reason is the same as before—he simply can't see through An Qingwan! "Who exactly are you?"

An Qingwan said, "I am An Qingwan."

Xu Zhong's hand gripping the knife began to tremble slightly, and his breathing became heavy. "Xu Zhong!"

Seeing this, the Holy Master Cangming immediately shouted. Xu Zhong said, "I know, I'm very calm now." He was clearly not as calm as he claimed.

However, he did not go berserk and rush up to fight An Qingwan. Since An Qingwan also wanted to stall for time, then so be it.

He began to plan.

He was going to unleash the most powerful strike, condensing all his life's energy and spirit into that single strike.

Then, with a single stroke, he cleaved the path between life and death!

The other side.

After escaping from Shaoyangzhou and arriving at the north bank of the Huai River, Wen Qiwu first looked back.

Seeing that the fog on the river was relatively light, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

So it seems Xu Zhong and the Cangming Saint Master have managed to hold off An Qingwan? An Qingwan's martial arts are truly terrifying; she must be finished off again today.

Otherwise, the consequences will be dire!

Thinking this, Wen Qiwu gathered all his strength and was about to shout loudly to summon Mr. Han Jing.

He was stunned the moment he opened his mouth.

Because he had already seen three people—

The Celestial Venerable seemed to blend into the mist, the masked man covered in black with his face hidden, and the Palace Master of the Nine Netherworld Holy Palace, a woman whose expression was calm as water, yet gave off an oppressive aura like a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire.

"Why is she here too?" Wen Qiwu's expression changed drastically.

At this moment, the masked man, the Heavenly Venerable, and the Palace Master of the Holy Palace stood outside the camp on the north bank of the Huai River. The three of them occupied a corner, and no one spoke or made a move; they just stood there.

Even so, the imposing aura emanating from them was enough to keep tens of thousands of people in the camp from making a sound.

Forget it.

Whether the Palace Master of the Holy Palace is here or not doesn't affect the overall situation. That masked man must be Han Jing, right?

He finally managed to stall the Celestial Venerable. And what about the leader of the Qixia Sword Sect?

Wen Qiwu looked around but couldn't find the leader of the Qixia Sword Sect. Instead, he met the eyes of Yu Miaozhen and Leng Qingyou.

That look in his eyes was terrifying.

not good!

Wen Qiwu was greatly surprised.

Although Yu Miaozhen and Leng Qingyou are not considered top masters among grandmasters, he is a grandmaster who has just broken through to the next level.

Wen Qiwu turned to run away, but heard a cold laugh beside him. "Hmph, trying to escape?"

It turned out that Leng Qingyou had already appeared beside him like a phantom, and raised her hand to deliver two slaps.