The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Han Jing asked, "Like the people you killed before?" An Qingwan replied, "Like that."

"it is good!"

Instead of getting angry, Han Jing smiled.

"where?"

An Qingwan said, "Right here."

Han Jing was slightly taken aback: "Here? Aren't you afraid they'll die?"

Before An Qingwan could speak, the others below the platform panicked.

Being killed by the aftershocks of a battle between experts is not uncommon in the martial arts world. An Qingwan said, "I guarantee that as long as they don't take the opportunity to cause trouble, only one person will die here today."

Han Jing laughed even louder: "Just me?"

An Qingwan said, "Only you, and no one else will get hurt!" Han Jing shook his head and sighed, "You don't understand."

An Qingwan said, "You don't understand either."

After the two finished speaking, a deathly silence fell over the area around the platform. But this silence did not last long.

Just ten breaths later, a knife appeared in Han Jing's hand. He slashed down with it.

This strike was aimed at An Qingwan, but it shattered the hearts of everyone who was watching it first.

Thunder roared, and the wind and clouds suddenly rose.

No one can describe the ruthlessness of that strike.

In the blink of an eye, everyone seemed to have been suddenly transported to the frigid land of the far north.

It seems that not only time and space were frozen together, but also their mental world.

An Qingwan made her move at that moment, bringing her right index and middle fingers together and gently lifting them upwards.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"

In an instant, a clear, buzzing sound filled the area around the platform.

The sounds blended together, as if someone were playing a piece of music.

Everyone was awakened, and time and space "resumed their state of flux".

Where did the sound come from?

It's a sword!

The sword sings in its sheath!

A myriad of swords return to their origin; a myriad of swords pay homage!

Every swordsman standing around the high platform was horrified to discover that they carried...

The sword he carried was trembling.

Those swords, which were originally lifeless, suddenly seemed to have all come alive with souls in that instant.

Then one—

A sword flew from its sheath and into the air. Then a second, a third...

Near the high platform and within the Qing Shuang Sect, in two locations, thousands of swords blotted out the sky.

day!

This breathtaking scene was something that everyone present had never witnessed before.

Many people here have personally witnessed the Daoist Master's great battle with Garuda King on the Great River, and many have personally witnessed An Qingwan wielding her sword to kill enemies on the Great River.

But it is these people who understand better the difference between wielding the sword back then and the return of ten thousand swords to their origin now.

These flying swords are no longer swords, but intent, soul, and brushes that write the ultimate truths of heaven and earth!

When they converged, coiling like a giant dragon and charging towards Han Jing, Han Jing felt as if he were facing not thousands of swords, but an all-encompassing painting.

His blade continued to strike. But the intent behind it had shattered.

Like ice covering a lake, suddenly shattering into countless pieces with a crack. The cold mirror was cut into An Qingwan's painting.

His eyes were filled with astonishment. The myriad swords returned to their source.

Was it really just the sword that returned?

He suddenly went mad, wildly swinging the knife in his hand like someone who had never learned how to use a knife.

With each slash, he cleaved away countless swords, but the swords were simply endless.

Heaven and earth are inherently boundless.

Swords that merge into the heavens and earth are even more boundless.

No matter how fast or how densely he swung his sword, how could he withstand the endless force? Gradually, Han Jing's sword shattered into snow.

Gradually, Han Jing's blade vanished in the wind. Gradually, Han Jing's black hair turned to snow.

Gradually, countless Gu worms crawled down Han Jing's body.

Gradually, Han Jing collapsed to the ground.

He fell without making a sound.

Only the wind, passing through thousands of swords suspended in the air, emitted a low, mournful sound; the cold mirror was not yet dead.

But he was already close to death.

Her once smooth and full forehead had shrunk like the bark of a withered tree, her strong and powerful hands were now just bony joints, and her ashen face was covered with dense age spots.

He had turned into an old man, an old man who seemed like he might die at any moment.

Meanwhile, An Qingwan's fingers remained closed, fair, slender, and steady.

An Qingwan stood there, calm as ever, as if she had not just fought a great battle with another person who had touched the Dao, but merely brushed away a speck of dust.

She slowly lowered her right hand.

After that, she only said one sentence.

"You just got there, but you don't know why you got there."

PS: The main text ends here. I think it would be just right to end with An Qingwan's words, like the ending of "The Crescent Moon Blade" or "The Record of Washing Flowers and Swords".

However, there will be some free bonus content later. The free bonus content is tentatively planned to be a chapter of follow-up plot (the content after Han Jing's death, the reactions of other people, the sequel of this world, the sequel of An Qingwan, etc.), and a few chapters of close-up scenes, Lan Xiaogu and others (originally planned to be placed before the battle of Shaoyangzhou, but it felt a bit out of sync, so it's better to put it in the bonus).