The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

She just stood there, and like a bonfire in the dark night, she was captivating.

Compared to her, Xue Lianxi, with her alluring eyes and slender waist, suddenly seemed as insignificant as weeds.

“Miss Sanchi, An Qingwan is currently in Yizhou. I am unable to travel this part of the road myself, so let my maid Ping’er guide you,” Xue Lianxi said to Sanchi with a smile.

Sanchi didn't answer; she silently stared at the ground.

Xue Lianxi, who was ignored, was not annoyed: "Since Miss Sanchi is not speaking, I will take it as a tacit agreement. With the swordsmanship that An Qingwan has shown so far, you will surely gain something from this trip, so I will congratulate you in advance."

She waved her red sleeve, summoning a young girl in green carrying a sword.

"Ping'er, you must take good care of Miss Sanchi, and you must not neglect her in the slightest, understand?"

Ping'er nodded in agreement.

Xue Lianxi chuckled and left first.

She was completely unaware that Sikong Tingxue had been watching her actions.

"So these three idiots were brought here by Senior Sister Xue?"

Sikong Tingxue frowned.

She couldn't figure it out.

Why is Senior Sister Xue going to all this trouble? Is she perhaps planning to use Sanchi's sword to kill An Qingwan?

But why did Senior Sister Xue want to kill An Qingwan?

She had no direct hatred for An Qingwan. Although An Qingwan had ruined the sect's plans, Senior Sister Xue was not the kind of person who would sacrifice everything to kill An Qingwan for the sake of the sect's reputation.

There must be other reasons for this.

"Why did she have Ping'er give her directions instead of going herself? Was she planning to do something herself?"

Sikong Tingxue pondered for a moment, then decided to follow Xue Lianxi to take another look.

But before she could even take a step with her right foot, she suddenly realized that someone was already standing next to her.

It wasn't Xue Lianxi, but Sanchi!

Before she knew it, Sanchi had appeared beside her, no more than a foot away, like a sharp sword.

Sikong Tingxue's pupils suddenly contracted, and sweat instantly soaked her back.

She didn't notice any noise at all. How did Sanchi get here?

do not know.

Nobody knows.

She had no time to think, because she knew she had been exposed, and if she was exposed, she had to escape quickly, otherwise she might die here.

Before Sikong Tingxue could make a move, Sanchi made one.

Sanchi squatted down and stared blankly at a small blue flower growing at her feet.

Sanchi neither drew his sword nor shouted.

Sikong Tingxue suddenly froze.

She remembered; one of the three obsessions was being obsessed with flowers.

So, the Three Obsessions didn't come for her, but for the flower?

"You study swordsmanship?"

A voice rang in my ears.

Sikong Tingxue looked at Sanchi in surprise. Was he asking her?

"I don't learn swordsmanship."

Sanchi nodded and said nothing more.

She had sunk into her own world, a world that no one else could understand or enter.

After agonizing for half a day, Sikong Tingxue finally left.

She quickly chased after Xue Lianxi, eager to know what Xue Lianxi was up to.

……

The Thirteen Deadly Swords originally consisted of only thirteen swords.

This is a sword technique brimming with murderous intent.

The first twelve sword strikes are light and fluid.

By the thirteenth sword strike, the entire world seemed to be filled with murderous intent, and all the variations in the sword moves seemed to have been exhausted.

But how could the changes in the world be so easily exhausted?

Thus, amidst the dark clouds brought by the murderous aura, the fourteenth sword was born.

The fourteenth sword strike is the one that clears away the clouds and reveals the sun.

The fourteenth sword strike is a new change that arises from the end of the road; it is a change of change, an end of the end.

By this time, human strength had finally been exhausted, and swordsmanship seemed to have finally reached its end.

Is that really the case?

As the poet said: "A good article is born of nature, and a skillful hand may occasionally bring it to fruition."

Swordsmanship is the same.

There is one more sword at the end of the Thirteen Deadly Swords.

That sword strike was a masterpiece of nature, a strike that came naturally.

That sword strike was one that no one could predict; it was a fatal strike.

Moonlit night.

Suburbs of Chengdu.

Outside the Bamboo Grove Cottage.

In the bamboo forest where bamboo leaves fluttered in the air.

An Qingwan thrust her sword forward with a flat motion.

The sword tip was originally pointing towards the ground, but at that instant, a strange vibration suddenly appeared at the tip.

The lights around them went out in an instant, the fluttering bamboo leaves turned to dust in an instant, the bluestone floor cracked into a spider web pattern in an instant, and even the bamboo swaying in the evening breeze began to break apart inch by inch.

This is an invisible sword strike.

This is a devastating blow.

"But this is ultimately not the fifteenth sword I wanted."

An Qingwan shook her head helplessly.

Ever since she said goodbye to Yu Shen, she has been pondering the fifteenth sword technique.

She thrust out her sword again and again, until just now, a casual thrust from her sword had already stirred up countless invisible sword energies.

This was an extremely terrifying sword strike, but it was still far from the fifteen deadly sword strikes she desired.

"The Fifteen Deadly Swordsmanship Techniques are a natural realization, a natural understanding..."

What does "naturally" mean?

An Qingwan turned to the side at a right angle, facing the dark bamboo forest.

"How much longer will Miss Sikong stand there?"

The bamboo grove swayed, and then Sikong Tingxue emerged from it, limping.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Looking at the fallen leaves on the ground, Sikong Tingxue sighed with genuine emotion.

She really didn't know how to describe An Qingwan; it seemed that every time she saw her again after a while, An Qingwan was even more amazing than before.

An Qingwan tossed her sword back into its sheath: "What brings Miss Sikong here to see me?"

Sikong Tingxue said, "Why can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?"

An Qingwan said, "Of course, but unfortunately I only have wine here."

Sikong Tingxue looked around: "Where's that little follower of yours who likes to go barefoot?"

An Qingwan said, "Miss Lan has temporarily returned to Miao territory."

Sikong Tingxue said "Oh," and then added, "I actually came here today to save you."

An Qingwan smiled: "Yesterday, the owner of Tingyun Manor came to beg me, and today he came to save me. It's rare for my place to be so lively."

Sikong Tingxue said, "You don't believe me?"

An Qingwan said, "I believe you."

Sikong Tingxue immediately smiled, her smile as radiant as a flower.

"At least you have a conscience, so I'm rewarding you."

She suddenly walked up to An Qingwan and gently pecked An Qingwan's lips.

“I don’t want to see you die at the hands of anyone else. If you’re going to die, it can only be at my hands. So as soon as I learned that you were in danger, I rushed over immediately. Who knew that you had suddenly moved away from Chengdu? It took me a whole hour to find you here.”

After Sikong Tingxue finished speaking, she noticed that An Qingwan was staring straight at her.

You were scared, weren't you!

You're confused!

She couldn't help but feel secretly pleased with herself.

Last time, An Qingwan suddenly asked, "How do my lips taste?", catching her off guard and causing her to lose her composure on the spot.

In recent days, she has been reflecting deeply on her mistakes and felt that she had to do something, otherwise she would probably fall into An Qingwan's rhythm again and be led by the nose by An Qingwan.

The method she came up with was the same one she had just described.

Don't you like asking questions?

Then I'll just kiss you openly and honestly. What are you going to do about it? Go ahead and kiss me back if you dare.

An Qingwan, of course, did not return the kiss. Instead, she asked, "Miss Sikong, how do you plan to save me?"

Sikong Tingxue said, "Sanchi wants to challenge you."

An Qingwan replied, "I already know."

Sikong Tingxue said, "But you don't know that the person who brought her here is a member of my Yinji Sect."

An Qingwan said, "That's something new, but why did Miss Sikong tell me that you are also a member of the Yinji Sect?"

Sikong Tingxue said, "That person wants to use Sanchi to harm you, and also wants to harm me. Naturally, I will not let her have her way."

An Qingwan said, "It seems that the Yinji Sect is not peaceful either."

Sikong Tingxue said, "Besides that, she also has her sights set on the descendants of the Prince of Yueyang."

An Qingwan asked, "Descendants of the King of Yueyang? The Great Qi's secret treasure? How did she find the descendants of the King of Yueyang?"

Sikong Tingxue explained, "I overheard her saying that after the Battle of Jiangling, the reclusive descendant of the King of Yueyang secretly contacted the Thirty-Six Islands, but he didn't know that there were spies planted by my Yinji Sect on the Thirty-Six Islands."

An Qingwan said, "Your Yinji Sect really has quite a few spies."

Sikong Tingxue said, "My Senior Sister Xue brought Sanchi to find you. First, she wanted to use someone else to kill you, and second, she wanted to keep you busy so that you couldn't stop the Yinji Sect from kidnapping the descendants of the King of Yueyang on the way."

An Qingwan asked, "Where are the descendants of the Prince of Yueyang now?"

Sikong Tingxue suddenly shook her head: "Let's make a deal."

An Qingwan asked, "What kind of deal?"

Sikong Tingxue said, "I don't care who ends up with the descendants of the Prince of Yueyang in the underground palace of the Prince of Pingnan. I only hope that after you open the Great Qi Secret Treasury, you can lend me the General Outline of Martial Arts in the World in the Secret Treasury."

An Qingwan said, "Why are you so obsessed with that martial art? The top martial arts of the Yin Yang Sect are probably no worse than that one."

Sikong Tingxue sighed: "Because I want revenge, revenge for my parents who were burned to death in the fire, but I cannot use the Yin-Yang Sect's martial arts to take revenge."

An Qingwan's curiosity was immediately piqued: "Why?"