The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Xiang Dongnan was so nervous that his palms were sweating profusely.

Now that things have come to this, he doesn't even have time to marvel at how An Qingwan can walk on water.

Faced with An Qingwan's sword strike, Sikong Tingxue seemed to have nowhere to hide.

In fact, she still had room to dodge. Her left and right sides, above and behind were all open. But even if she still had room to dodge, could her movements really match the changes in An Qingwan's sword moves?

Sikong Tingxue, who was always confident, had no confidence.

If she were truly confident, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to lure An Qingwan to this great river.

The Yangtze River is her home turf, but for An Qingwan, who is blind, it is a very disadvantageous place.

Just as Sikong Tingxue was about to be pierced through the heart by a sword, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Sikong Tingxue's chest seemed to ripple outwards like water, while the center of her chest was dented as if struck by a pebble, to an almost bizarre degree, with her chest touching her back.

This scene stunned everyone watching.

This also caused An Qingwan's seemingly invincible sword strike to pause briefly.

Even An Qingwan, who was proficient in bone-shrinking techniques, never imagined that such a bizarre movement technique existed in the world.

If a chest suddenly swells up because it might be padded to deceive, then what kind of method is it to make the chest cavity concave?

In fact, even at this moment, Sikong Tingxue was still not out of the brink of death.

An Qingwan miscalculated the force required for the sword thrust; she could have used just a little more force.

But the brief delay bought Sikong Tingxue a moment of time.

In that instant, she pulled out a water-splitting dagger from her person and placed it horizontally in front of the sword's blade.

Ding--

After a crisp sound, the Water-Splitting Thorn was pierced in the middle and the sword tip continued forward, pointing right at the center of Sikong Tingxue's chest.

The imagined scene of red plum blossoms blooming on Sikong Tingxue's chest did not occur.

The sword's edge seemed to pierce a diamond, producing an even crisper clanging sound.

Propelled by immense force, Sikong Tingxue was immediately sent flying, plunging into the surging river and disappearing in an instant.

"So you were wearing high-quality inner armor all along?"

Snow stopped.

An Qingwan calmly sheathed her sword and did not continue the pursuit.

She stood there quietly, bathed in the bright moonlight.

Everything around her was still.

It was so quiet that you forgot to breathe, so quiet that you could hear your heart pounding like a drum.

"Win, win?"

"She only used one sword strike."

"A blind man actually managed to defeat Sikong Tingxue, who can control water, on the water?!"

Xiang Dongnan, Fu Zhiyuan, and Lan Xiaogu were all horrified, as if in a dream.

Especially Lan Xiaogu.

She had followed An Qingwan for several days and thought that although she knew nothing about An Qingwan's body, she had already grasped a pretty good idea of ​​An Qingwan's martial arts skills.

but……

"Didn't you say your eyesight was bad, so your lightness skill was poor? You lied to me again. Do you think I'm that easy to fool?!"

Lan Xiaogu splashed around in the water a couple of times.

In the martial arts world, people often describe someone as having superb lightness skills by saying they can "walk on water and cross valleys." An Qingwan's ability to walk on water has long surpassed that of "walking on water and crossing valleys," and she is only missing the ability to "cross the void in mid-air."

Actually, she misunderstood.

An Qingwan's lightness skill was indeed not very sophisticated. Although she could make it look like she was riding the wind with her deep internal strength, the lightness skill she actually mastered was just an ordinary teleportation technique.

She was able to walk on water because she used the Mingyu Skill to condense water into ice and then walk on the ice.

But if An Qingwan doesn't take the initiative to explain, how will Lan Xiaogu and the others know?

"Even the real Goddess of Xiaoxiang couldn't be more beautiful than this, could she?"

Xiang Dongnan, who had been devastated by An Qingwan's blow, finally felt relieved when he saw that Sikong Tingxue was not much better off than him.

If everyone else has lost face, then he hasn't lost face.

Unlike him, who had resolved his inner conflicts, Sikong Tingyu, who had dived underwater, was filled with gloom.

She survived An Qingwan's near-divine sword strike.

She believes that, given time, this achievement will not only not become a stain on her life, but will also make her stand out among her peers.

But she still couldn't accept it.

She devised a plan. She lured An Qingwan into the water. She had put on a golden silk armor that was impervious to swords and spears and water and fire beforehand. She also used the Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique, which could change the shape of the body.

Even with all those moves, she barely survived An Qingwan's sword attack.

Sikong Tingxue pressed her hand to her chest, where there was a bright red spot of blood.

"I lost, but how could I lose? How could I lose!"

She raised her ugly, scarred right hand, and then she thought of An Qingwan's beautiful, flawless right hand.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she could almost feel An Qingwan poking and stabbing her with her fingers.

The pain in my chest was intertwined with a surge of fire within it.

That flame was called envy, or even jealousy.

If only she could get An Qingwan's finger!

If only she could get An Qingwan's face!

If she could get An Qingwan!

wow-

Sikong Tingxue emerged from the water again.

This time, she was more than a hundred feet away from An Qingwan.

At such a distance, even with An Qingwan's extraordinary lightness skill, she couldn't hit her in a short time.

She didn't cause any more trouble for An Qingwan.

An Qingwan did not cause her any more trouble.

In fact, An Qingwan heard the sound coming from afar before she resurfaced from the water.

That was the sound of the waves.

That was the sound of a ship cutting through the waves.

Later, it became the sound of talking.

"The Eagle Soars has sunk!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, faster!"

The crowd watching the play from the water, leaning against driftwood or buoys, changed their expressions instantly upon hearing this sound.

"It's Huo Tongtian, the deputy leader of the Liangjiang Gang!"

Xiang Dongnan let out a low growl.

Huo Tongtian's sudden appearance here with his men was clearly not to rescue them, but to take their lives.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Dongnan saw the thin mist break apart.

Emerging from the fog was a giant ship no less imposing than the Eagle Soaring, along with several smaller ships and a dense array of small boats.

The first thing Xiang Dongnan saw was not Huo Tongtian, but hundreds of powerful bows and crossbows on the ship, as well as eight-oxen carts that were strictly prohibited from being privately manufactured by the government.

"Oops!"

If they were on land or on a ship, Xiang Dongnan would never be afraid of Huo Tongtian.

But now he is in the middle of the Yangtze River.

Although he was a skilled swimmer, he was ultimately not as agile as Sikong Tingxue, who was even more nimble in the water.

He could hold off Huo Tongtian for a while, but as his physical strength and internal energy were depleted, or if he choked on water and suffered internal injuries, he would surely die.

Xiang Dongnan was already so anxious, and the other members of the canal gang were even more panicked.

My life is over!

Just as the dark clouds gathered, a celestial melody rang in everyone's ears.

"You stay here and don't move. I'll be right back."

The one speaking was none other than the fairy of Lingbo, the goddess of Xiaoxiang, An Qingwan.

……

On the giant ship.

Huo Tongtian crossed his arms and smiled.

Upon seeing the Eagle Soar sink in the distance, he immediately sailed over.

Today is the perfect time to send Xiang Dongnan on his way and help the Prince of Pingnan's mansion take control of the Grand Canal Gang!

Just as he was feeling smug, he suddenly heard the sound of wind beside his ear. He turned his head and saw that it was the mysterious Sikong Tingxue who had leaped up from the water and floated onto the boat.

"Miss Sikong, there are so many this time..."

Before Huo Tongtian could utter the word "loss," he heard Sikong Tingxue shout, "It's not too late to turn back now!"

Turn back?

Huo Tongtian was puzzled.

Just as he was about to say something more, he heard his subordinate shout.

"Boss Huo, there's a woman heading this way!"

Huo Tongtian was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

Interesting and interesting.

Instead of fleeing, they came here on their own initiative?

"Kill her! Our primary target is Xiang Dongnan!"

Huo Tongtian gave the order, then turned around to look, and was astonished to find that Sikong Tingxue was looking at him with an extremely strange gaze.

It seemed that in those starry eyes, he was already a dead man.

P.S.: Thank you to Night Wind Feather and the staff of Maruyama Auto Repair Shop for the blades.

I originally intended to end the chapter at the point where it says, "The one speaking is none other than the fairy of Lingbo, the goddess of Xiaoxiang, An Qingwan," but after writing a few more words, I felt it would be better to end it here now.

It's so hot today, I'll go out and buy a milk tea first.

Thirty-eight, I gave you a way to live.

Sikong Tingxue only offered advice once.

When she realized that Huo Tongtian hadn't taken her words to heart, she lost the will to explain further.

She turned and left.

Seeing that she had left, Huo Tongtian, who was eager to kill Xiang Dongnan and make a contribution, did not take Sikong Tingxue's words and strange look to heart.

Admittedly, Xiang Dongnan is exceptionally strong; even the leader of the Liangjiang Gang is no match for him, let alone him.

But now that Xiang Dongnan has fallen into the water, what does he have to be afraid of?