The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

As An Qingwan thrust out her eighteenth sword, a warm breeze swept across the hillside.

An Qingwan's fingers had stopped.

But things that were originally still seemed to come to life at this moment.

They danced joyfully.

Flowers, grass, trees, clothes, birds, insects, and fish all swayed, and even the hearts of Yu Miaozhen and the others watching on the sidelines began to sway involuntarily.

No words can adequately describe this scene.

If I had to pick one word, it would be one that people are already very familiar with—

生!

The entire world seemed to come alive at that moment because of this sword strike.

This is the perfect sword strike for spring.

This was a sword strike even more dazzling and magnificent than a celestial being descending from the heavens.

This is a sword strike that is even more moving than the Fifteen Deadly Swords.

This sword strike was more than just a sword; it was An Qingwan's summary of two different phases of her life.

At this moment, An Qingwan achieved a wonderful communication with the Dao Master from a few years ago.

At this moment, An Qingwan finally glimpsed the way of heaven and earth! *Clap*

A crisp sound rang out.

It turned out that Yu Miaozhen had accidentally stepped on and broken a dry branch. "An Qingwan, you..."

Upon waking, An Qingwan smiled and said, "I have found the path." At that moment, the wind stopped, and everything that had been dancing returned to calm.

An Qingwan is still An Qingwan, but she is no longer the An Qingwan of the past.

……

March 1st.

A tall platform stood at the entrance of the Qing Shuang Sect.

More than a month has passed since the battle of Shaoyangzhou, and another month has passed since Han Jing rallied the entire martial arts world to fight against the Nine Nether Holy Palace.

Now, almost everyone who was supposed to come has come, and almost all the information that needed to be released has been released.

Han Jing didn't delay any longer; it was time to hold a grand meeting, elect a leader of the martial arts alliance, and then set his sights on Jiuyou Island and the Western Regions.

Just past noon, the crowd surrounding the platform suddenly stirred. "Mr. Han Jing has arrived!"

Amid cheers, Han Jing, who had specially changed into a new outfit, gracefully walked onto the high platform.

As the leader of the Qing Shuang Sect, he was already used to such scenes. He naturally greeted the various martial arts masters below the stage with a friendly attitude, which was met with cheers.

Seeing that the atmosphere had been lively, he cleared his throat and said loudly, "Thank you all for your kind invitation. Having received the news, I have traveled a long way to be here. Recently..."

At this point, Han Jing's voice abruptly stopped, because he saw someone in the crowd.

He never expected it to appear at this time, but he was incredibly looking forward to seeing it.

People —

Good evening!

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When Han Jing stopped, everyone followed his gaze. Then, everyone saw that person.

The person that many people have never seen, only heard the name by chance, but can recognize immediately today.

Who could blame them for being so special? Dressed in white.

A thick strip of black cloth covering her eyes. "An Qingwan!"

"The Goddess of Xiaoxiang!"

"Heroine An!"

One cry after another rang out.

Different voices are directed at the same person.

No one expected An Qingwan to appear here, or to arrive at this time. Han Jing on stage couldn't believe it, and the others in the audience certainly couldn't either. But An Qingwan still came.

No one knows how she got here.

When she sat there quietly, she was like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley, her beauty delicate and fragrant.

She seems to have been here for a long time, but no one has noticed.

She seemed to have just blossomed here, and as soon as she did, she attracted everyone's attention.

Regardless of how she came to be, she always gives people a feeling of gentle breeze and positive energy.

Could such a person truly be someone who colludes with the demonic sect and indiscriminately kills innocent people? This thought suddenly arose in the minds of many.

"You came."

Han Jing lowered his head slightly, looking at An Qingwan, without coming down from the stage. A month and a half ago, he was no match for An Qingwan.

A month and a half later, there is no one in the world worthy of his deference.

An Qingwan laughed: "You went to so much trouble to build such a big stage, how could I not come and join in the fun?" Han Jing said: "Some fun is best left unattended." An Qingwan said: "But I just don't believe in such superstitions."

Han Jing laughed as well: "Some people who don't believe in evil die young, but others will go far like you and me."

An Qingwan said, "You don't need to say such things. People always have similarities, but I have no intention of being mentioned together with you."

Han Jing said, "Some things are not up to you or me to decide."

An Qingwan smiled.

At that moment, someone in the crowd suddenly started shouting and cursing. The person being cursed was, of course, An Qingwan.

"Stop your arrogance here, you shameless scoundrel who colludes with the demonic sect!" "You harmed Master Mo of the Qixia Sword Sect, and now you dare to come here and speak to Master Han Jing like this?"

"It's good that you've come. Now that you're here, we can capture you and use you as a sacrificial offering for the conquest of Nine Nether Island and the Western Regions!"

An Qingwan's expression remained unchanged; she was still smiling.

But then another figure suddenly appeared from the crowd. "You dare bark like a dog?"

It turns out to be a cold celadon glaze.

She raised her hand and slapped the first person who had cursed her to the ground. "I don't care if you received benefits from that beast Han Jing or were tricked into becoming crippled by him, if you dare to utter another curse, I'll immediately cripple your martial arts and throw you into the pigsty!"

The man was furious and made to curse a few more times, but when he saw Leng Qingyou's cold and sharp eyes, he immediately snorted.

"Fine, I won't scold you then!"

“An Qingwan, you..”

Those around An Qingwan stared at her, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

In the brief silence, a person dressed in black slowly rose. She turned her head and looked at An Qingwan.

"I didn't expect you to come too."

The voice was cold, but there was a hint of surprise hidden within that coldness.

An Qingwan said, "I definitely would come. I didn't expect you to come."

Bianchengyue said, "Han Jing wants to deal with my hometown, so I will definitely come."

An Qingwan said, "What a coincidence."

Bian Chengyue nodded and said, "Yes, what a coincidence. Since it's such a coincidence, why don't we cooperate and deal with Han Jing together? I've recently figured out a new palm technique."

Han Jing stepped forward, interrupting An Qingwan and Bian Chengyue's conversation.

"Palace Master of the Holy Palace, you've actually come too."

These words shocked everyone present.

what?

This woman, who was so strikingly handsome that she was almost androgynous, was none other than the infamous Palace Master of the Holy Palace.

So, the pleasant conversation between An Qingwan and her just now, doesn't that confirm the rumors circulating in the martial arts world?

Before everyone could react, Han Jing looked around again.

"I see. Heavenly Sword, Sword God, Heavenly Venerable, Yu Miaozhen... you all came. How lively, how very lively."

Every time Han Jing called out a name, someone stood up from the crowd.

Only then did everyone realize that, apart from a few individuals, all the living grandmasters in the world had gathered together today.

Just how spectacular was this?

Is this the grandest martial arts tournament in a century? But something seems amiss.

If it's true that An Qingwan is standing with Tianzun, Leng Qingyou, and the Palace Master of the Holy Palace, then An Qingwan is the one with the problem. But now that Tianjian, the Sword God, and Yu Miaozhen are also standing with these people to deal with Han Jing, then who is really the one with the problem?

It can't be that all these people have problems, and only Han Jing is without fault, can it?

Among the many people in the audience, there were certainly some intelligent individuals, but even if they realized the problem, they dared not speak out directly at this moment.

Something's not right about this situation.

After a few exclamations of excitement, Han Jing burst into laughter.

"I was worried about where to find you, but you all came. This saves me a lot of trouble. Do you think you can kill me if you all come at me at once? Back then, on the Great River, the Dao Lord, with his broken body and barely breathing, was still able to force Garuda King into a desperate situation. Now, not only has my realm surpassed that of the Dao Lord, but my energy and spirit are also at their peak. Let alone you, even if a dozen or so people with your martial arts were to come, they would not be able to defeat me."

At this point, he suddenly showed a look of emotion, even reverence.

“You wouldn’t understand. Those of you who have never touched the Dao can never comprehend how terrifying this realm is. At first, I also thought that as long as I successfully touched the Dao and then absorbed you all, I could reach the end of this path. But now, I realize I was too naive. That path is very long, so long that it inspires fear.”

"However, you are not entirely useless. Your arrival at least saves me some time."

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura spread out from Han Jing's body like a tidal wave.

Under the oppressive force of this aura, everyone near the high platform felt as if they were carrying a mountain on their shoulders.

They were not only overwhelmed by the pressure, but even moving seemed like a luxury.

"this......?

Everyone around the platform finally realized something was wrong. There was something seriously wrong with that cold mirror!

But what could they do even if they realized something was wrong? They couldn't move at all.

Just as this feeling of despair began to grow and spread, those who were nearby saw it.

They saw An Qingwan stand up.

The movement was seemingly light and agile, yet it was like a sharp blade being drawn from its sheath, exuding a terrifying sharpness.

The moment An Qingwan stood up completely, her sharp aura slashed out, shattering all the pressure that had been pressing down on her head.

Everything returned to normal.

No, things hadn't completely returned to normal. Everyone noticed a breeze blowing near the platform—a warm spring breeze.

"you......"

The smile on Han Jing's face vanished completely, and he stared intently at An Qingwan.

No one understood better than him what the aura emanating from An Qingwan meant.

"You've actually touched upon the Dao?"

Upon hearing this, Bian Chengyue stared at An Qingwan in astonishment.

It hasn't been that long since we last met, and you've already touched upon the Dao?

An Qingwan said calmly, "Otherwise, why do you think I came here?"

Han Jing quickly calmed down.

An Qingwan had also touched upon the Dao, which was completely beyond his expectations. But if he killed An Qingwan, wouldn't everything be just as he had initially envisioned?

"So that's why you called the Sword God and the others over, hoping they'd support you and help you fight me? Naïve. Do you think they can interfere in our battle?"

An Qingwan shook her head and said, "I called them over only to keep an eye on the Qing Shuang Sect so that it won't cause any unnecessary trouble. As for dealing with you, I can handle it all by myself."

Han Jing asked, "Do you think you can kill me?" An Qingwan replied, "I can kill you."