The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Master Cangming's punch was quite powerful, instantly bringing Xu Chong to his senses.

But even though the person is now lucid, their broken heart cannot be mended in a short time. The knife is broken; where should they go from here?

Xu Zhong couldn't think of anything else. All he wanted to do now was take a gamble.

Seeing him pick up the knife again, the Holy Master Cangming secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Continuing to fight An Qingwan to the death now would be a death sentence. The only way to survive is to take advantage of Xu Zhong regaining consciousness and see if they can escape.

"Let's each exert our strength and do our best to drag An Qingwan to the north bank. As long as we stir up the water, we still have a chance to survive. At that time, you will also have the opportunity to reforge your sword."

With a loud shout, the Holy Master Cangming immediately unleashed the Withered Wood Scripture, transforming his skin into something resembling mottled, rough tree bark.

At this moment, Xu Zhong also wielded his remaining four swords, charging straight towards An Qingwan like a warrior on horseback.

His attacks were no longer as fierce as before, but they had become more varied and adaptable, a tactic for close combat.

The Holy Master Cangming also made a move to attack.

The two men flanked An Qingwan, who stood on the earthen platform, one on each side.

Before the attack could even begin, An Qingwan had already moved her hands, and a terrifying suction force suddenly arose from her palms.

"Cangming Saint Master, you're putting on airs, your inner strength poised to be unleashed. Could it be that you're planning to use Xu Zhong as bait, then slip into the water and escape using the superior swimming skills of the Heavenly Water Manual?"

Upon hearing this, the Holy Master Cangming's expression changed drastically. Xu Zhong also quickly withdrew his sword strike slightly.

"you......."

"Don't let her instigate things!"

The Holy Master Cangming was in a great hurry. At this moment, he could only try to explain himself while dealing with the interference of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth.

Although Xu Chong didn't say anything, a rift had already formed between them.

The two continued to besiege An Qingwan, but the flaws in their combined attack had become so great that An Qingwan could see them even without using her Emperor's Qi Observation Technique.

"I just received your long-awaited slash, now it's your turn to receive my long-awaited sword."

The moment the Cangming Saint Master's energy appeared hollow, An Qingwan suddenly thrust out a sword.

This sword strike, however, flew through the air like lightning.

Under the moonlight, golden light pierced through the thick fog, making the eyes of everyone standing on the north bank of the Huai River uncomfortable.

"Is the battle finally about to be decided?" The Celestial Venerable turned his head to look.

Wen Qiwu and Mo Zhichou were extremely anxious.

This golden light, if it's not a move by the Holy Master Cangming or Xu Chongren—it must be An Qingwan's move.

Is An Qingwan going to win?

They only wanted to escape, but the combined attacks of Lan Xiaogu and Gongsun Hongdie, as well as Yu Miaozhen and Leng Qingyou, made it impossible for them to escape at all.

completion!

The two were extremely anxious.

This is especially true for Xu Zhong, who faces An Qingwan directly.

No one understood better than him how brilliant An Qingwan's sword strike was.

If An Qingwan's sword light was like moonlight before, then the light emitted by this sword is like sunlight.

The dazzling sunlight.

All-encompassing sunlight.

Sunlight that soothes the mind and body.

When the sword light actually came into view, Xu Zhong suddenly calmed down.

He cast aside all his fear and apprehension, leaving only reverence—the kind of reverence that ordinary people have for the sun.

Because what he saw was no longer a sword, but a knife; it was the universe, all things in the world, the ultimate truth of the universe, and the Dao!

Isn't this exactly what everyone aspiring to pursue a career in martial arts hopes for?

Isn't this exactly the kind of "sword" he hoped to cultivate over seven years?

And now I've actually met him here with An Qingwan.

Although he was going to die in the next moment, his chances of surviving were already almost nonexistent.

So, wouldn't it be a blessing to witness such a sword strike before death? An Qingwan and Xu Chong passed each other by.

She landed on the ground and slowly let out a sigh of relief. The glaring sunlight had dissipated.

Xu Chong could see other things again.

He saw that all four swords he wielded had shattered into pieces. With all his might, he suddenly turned around.

"What a brilliant sword strike!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a drop of blood seeped from the center of his forehead.

The drop of blood quickly spread, turning into a line, a line of blood running down from the forehead.

Gradually, the bloodline grew thicker and thicker until it separated Xu Zhong's head, neck, and body.

Snap, snap...

Xu Zhong's body split in two, with each half falling to the ground, blood spurting out like rain, landing on the face of the Holy Master Cangming.

The Holy Master Cangming raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face, and even now, he is still dreaming about it.

Xu Zhong, who was perfectly fine just moments ago, was suddenly cleaved in two by a single sword strike? In the blink of an eye, cold sweat had soaked through his clothes.

The air seemed to freeze.

After a while, the Holy Master Cangming suddenly shouted, his voice breaking, and then he rushed towards the Huai River without a care in the world.

At this moment, he could no longer muster any fighting spirit. All he wanted was to reach the Huai River.

If he can get there, he can survive!

Whoosh whoosh—

The fragments of the blade that had fallen to the ground flew up and swept towards the back of the Holy Master Cangming like a blizzard.

The Holy Master Cangming blocked most of them, but his protective aura weakened, and he was still cut on his back and arms.

Ignoring the pain, he continued running.

The distance of several dozen feet, which he could normally cover in an instant, now seemed as far away as the sky.

"Am I going to die here today just like Xu Chong?" The Holy Master Cangming was extremely unwilling.

If he were to die like this, what would have been the meaning of his ten years of arduous cultivation on Nine Nether Island? And what would become of the Yin Yang Sect?

puff-

He was stabbed twice more in the back, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

The Holy Master Cangming swayed unsteadily, clearly unable to hold on any longer.

At the critical moment, two jets of water suddenly erupted from the calm Huai River. Two figures emerged from the water jets.

The two figures flew straight towards An Qingwan.

Faced with this situation, An Qingwan had no choice but to temporarily suspend her attack on the Cangming Saint Master and instead deal with the two figures that emerged from the water.

The two figures were extremely fast, but they were no match for her and were knocked to the ground in an instant.

However, when she went to look again, the Holy Master Cangming had already disappeared into the water. An Qingwan snorted coldly.

Did you think you could escape like that?

She suddenly struck out with her palm, and a very peculiar internal force shot straight into the body of the Cangming Saint Master.

That was the Yang-attribute Longevity True Qi she obtained from Lan Xiaogu.

Once this vital energy enters the body, it will attach to the meridians and dantian, forming a mark.

At that time, all that is needed is to send Gongsun Hongdie, who has mastered the Yin-attribute Longevity True Qi, to easily pinpoint the location of the Yang-attribute Longevity True Qi.

Unless the Holy Master Cangming escapes to a great distance, this feeling will always remain.

Of course, if the Holy Master Cangming were in good health, he could also use his profound internal energy to remove this longevity energy.

He had just been hit by so many of An Qingwan's attacks and was already on the verge of death, so how could he possibly get rid of this life-giving energy?

"I'll deal with these unknown things first, then I'll send you on your way!" An Qingwan held the Heavenly Will Sword, pointing it at the two figures that had fallen to the ground, and said, "You're not human, are you?"

The two figures had been lying at the bottom of the water for an unknown amount of time, like stubborn rocks, and she hadn't noticed them at all until they started to move.

But you can't blame her for that.

These two figures were indeed peculiar.

They can still move, but An Qingwan can't detect much vitality in them. There is some, but it's fragmented and loose.

As for the flow of internal energy, it can be detected, but it is very stiff.

All of this indicates that the two figures in front of her are not human, or at least not the kind of people she knows.

Just then, a thunderous sound came from the other side of the riverbank.

“That’s right, they are not ‘humans’, they are ‘puppets’ that I created using the ‘Thousand Autumns and Ten Thousand Years of Gu Poison Book’!”

The Book of Poisonous Gu for a Thousand Autumns and Ten Thousand Years?

An Qingwan was not very aware of this, but Leng Qingyou and Lan Xiaogu on the north bank had changed their expressions.

They had all heard of the name, especially the cold celadon glaze.

"The Book of Gu Poison" is the supreme secret manual of a sect called the Gu God Sect that once dominated the martial arts world. The Blood Transformation Gu that Garuda King relied on was also a secret Gu worm of the Gu God Sect.

When the Gu God Cult was destroyed, the Rebirth Pavilion also contributed to the effort, and therefore the books in the pavilion recorded many matters related to the Gu God Cult.

That's why she was able to see through the so-called Great Brightness Mind-Controlling Gu at a glance, and knew that there was something to gain from Garuda King—even though Lan Xiaogu ultimately got the benefit, that's why she dared to take action against Garuda King.

However, the important thing now is not the Blood Transformation Divine Gu, but the "Thousand Autumns and Ten Thousand Years Gu Poison Book"!

Leng Qingyou clearly remembered that there was a very insidious "puppet technique" in this book. Once the skill of practicing the "Thousand Autumns and Ten Thousand Years of Gu Poison Book" reached a certain level, one could use the power of the Thousand Autumns Palm to suppress the spirit and energy of others, turning them into "living corpses." Then, one could inject specially cultivated Gu worms into their bodies, turning them into puppets that were completely obedient to one's own will.

People who become puppets are said to be still alive, but in reality, they are not much different from the dead, and are even more miserable than the living dead. At least the living dead are not subject to manipulation and control of their bodies.

The only advantage is that these "zombies" live a little longer than normal people.

But is this really a benefit?

He didn't even know he was alive. "A puppet?"

An Qing nodded in the evening.

She unleashed dozens of sword strikes in succession. Guided by the Emperor's Qi Observation Technique and the Sword Heart Clarity Technique, her sword energy exquisitely restrained the meridians of the two puppets on the ground, rendering them unable to move no matter what.

Then, An Qingwan lightly touched the ground with her toes and flew swiftly towards the north bank of the Huai River as if riding the wind.

Time waits for no one, and now she's not wasting a single moment, even though they're far apart.

With a single sword strike, he first struck Wen Qiwu, then his figure shifted again, flashing past Mo Zhichou like a ghost.

Because of the time constraints and the hasty action, the two sword strikes did not completely kill the two men, but they made things even worse for them who were already injured and constantly being attacked.

A moment later, An Qingwan arrived in front of the masked man who was confronting the Heavenly Venerable and the Palace Master of the Nine Netherworld Holy Palace.

"You are not Han Jing!"

These sudden words startled the Celestial Venerable.

An Qingwan said, "You are different from those two puppets, but you also don't seem to have much life in you. Who exactly are you?"

Before she finished speaking, she had already thrust her sword at the masked man.

At this moment, the Palace Master of the Nine Netherworld Holy Palace, who had been confronting the masked man, also suddenly made a move.

But instead of attacking An Qingwan or the Heavenly Venerable, she attacked the masked man just like An Qingwan.

She wasn't quite sure how this masked man had suddenly become involved with Mr. Han Jing.

But like An Qingwan, she was very interested in the masked man's true identity.

"I'll see who you are!"

When the two puppets appeared, the masked man had already anticipated that An Qingwan would come to kill him, but he never expected that the Palace Master of the Holy Palace would also intervene.