The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

His sword is a sword worth remembering!

"You want to kill me?" Yu Miaozhen looked at Zhu Qi with regret.

Zhu Qi shouted, "I challenge you! I will only use one sword strike!"

Yu Miaozhen said, "You shouldn't have challenged me."

Zhu Qi asked, "Why?"

Yu Miaozhen said, "Challenging me will do you no good. The gap between us is too big, and you will not learn anything from me."

Zhu Qi's face turned pale.

He was once again stung by Yu Miaozhen's blunt words.

Even if his swordsmanship is subpar, it's certainly not so bad that he can't learn anything from Sanchi's swordsmanship.

He began to draw his sword.

His greatest skill was drawing his sword, drawing it with lightning speed and with the weight of a mountain.

But this time he was unable to draw his sword.

Yu Miaozhen used her fingers as a sword and thrust out a sword first.

It was like lightning piercing the sky.

No one can describe how dreamlike this sword strike was. Anyone who saw it was instantly captivated.

What they saw was no longer swords, but nature itself; some saw the wind, some saw the rain, and some saw the waves.

This sword didn't pierce the person, but the heart!

A flash of sword light, and it pierced my heart.

Then everyone saw Zhu Qi standing there blankly, even more blankly than Yu Miaozhen had been. His sword was split in two, and he was panting heavily, as if he had just emerged from a storm.

“This sword.”

Zhu Qi was trembling all over from the shock.

Yu Miaozhen wasn't lying to him after all; he really couldn't learn anything!

"What kind of sword is An Qingwan's?" Yu Miaozhen asked Zhu Qi curiously.

"It's a sword completely different from yours. You are like the sword itself, while she..."

Zhu Qi didn't know how to answer.

He couldn't tell at all whether Yu Miaozhen was a person or a sword, or whether Yu Miaozhen's swordsmanship was swordsmanship or the laws of nature.

He began to worry about An Qingwan.

Can a human sword truly defeat the sword of nature?

Yu Miaozhen stood there for a few moments, waiting for Zhu Qi's reply, but then she suddenly turned and walked into the rain.

The dark figure beside her shouted anxiously, "Miss Sanchi, you've gone the wrong way again! That's not the way to Chengdu!"

Yu Miaozhen said, "This time there's definitely no mistake."

The shadowy figure said, "Wrong, completely wrong, this is the road to Zizhou."

Yu Miaozhen still said, "There is no mistake."

She moved through the rain.

The shadowy figure had no choice but to give chase.

As he chased after her, he lost her. How could he possibly keep up with Yu Miaozhen?

Yu Miaozhen knew that she had taken the wrong path many times before, but this time she would definitely not make a mistake.

Because the sword was guiding her!

She ran across a mountain, and at a natural shelter from the rain, she saw a person.

A woman blindfolded, with wine in her hand and a sword in her heart, her sword aura surging forth.

"An Qingwan!"

Yu Miao was so certain that the woman in front of her must be An Qingwan.

An Qingwan threw the wine pot directly at her.

"This is the secret Moyu Wine of Moyu Valley, a gift from me to you as we first meet."

This time, Yu Miaozhen didn't drink alcohol; she preferred swords to wine and flowers.

"Are you ready?"

She suddenly became sharp.

An Qingwan said, "It's still a little short."

Yu Miaozhen stared intently at An Qingwan: "Which point?"

An Qingwan said, "You have to wait for me. I will decide the time of the duel. I will announce the time to the public, but in reality, I will be an hour late."

Yu Miaozhen shook her head: "I don't care about these things, I just want to compete in swordsmanship."

An Qingwan stood up: "If you want to fight me with swords, then you must listen to me. If you don't, I will abandon you and leave immediately. When I want to leave, you will never be able to stop me, let alone catch up with me."

Yu Miaozhen fell silent for a moment.

An Qingwan said, "Don't think about it for too long. My time is precious. You take the sword fight very seriously, as if it were your life. But I am different from you. The sword is not my everything. It is only a part of me. I have no need to accept your challenge."

This is already a threat.

In today's martial arts world, there are few who dare to confront the Three Fools directly, and An Qingwan is probably the only one who dares to threaten them like this.

An Qingwan was of course not afraid.

She wasn't even afraid of the Heavenly Venerable, Garuda King, or the Four Supreme Beings of the Yin Extreme Sect, so what else did she have to fear?

She wasn't afraid of being accused of bullying others.

She's always bullied people, and after doing so much, she's long since become immune to the psychological burden.

Yu Miaozhen gripped the wine pot tightly, feeling rather aggrieved for a moment: "I'll listen to you then."

An Qingwan smiled and nodded: "Sure. Well then, Miss Sanchi, please pay attention to the rumors circulating in the city in the next few days. Those messages will tell you the time and place. I'll take my leave now."

She turned to leave.

She still has to go back and plot against the fake Xiao Changying and Xue Lianxi.

An Qingwan ran quickly along the road she had come from.

However, this time she didn't run too far.

She had only walked two miles when she stopped; she heard an unusual sound.

“There’s more than one person here, and each of them is a master among masters. What are they doing here? Are they here for me? No, no, then…”

An Qingwan turned around and ran towards the place where she had just met Yu Miaozhen.

Two miles, in no time at all.

An Qingwan heard the sound from the sheltered spot.

Clang clang!

One sword after another was drawn, each one seemingly colder than the last.

When the last sword was drawn, An Qingwan felt the whole world fall silent, and even she, who had mastered the max-level Mingyu Skill, felt a chill.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Her expression became extremely solemn.

The next moment, An Qingwan felt a sword again.

This is a sword that soars into the sky, a sword so sharp it seems invincible, a sword that can be called the sword of swords!

She knew that this was Yu Miaozhen.

Yu Miaozhen was completely different from the timid and submissive person she had been in front of her just moments before.

Yu Miaozhen, who completely changed after encountering the sword.

Yu Miaozhen was born from the sword, and at this moment, Yu Miaozhen transformed into the sword before her.

But even this pure sword couldn't outshine another sword.

The man with the sword said, "Sanchi, today is your death day!"

P.S.: Thank you Night Wind Feather for the knife.

Ninety-nine swords come from the west, a celestial being descends from the heavens. [3k]

The rain poured down, creating a misty spray between heaven and earth.

There are people in the fog, many people.

But only two people deserve attention.

There was still mist, and soaring sword energy.

However, only two sword energies are worth noting.

The two of them stood in the mist, hazy and ethereal.

As they began to unleash their sword energy without reservation, they suddenly seemed to no longer be in the mist, but had become part of the mist that filled the sky.

What is a sword?

They are the swords!

What is a sword?

A sword is a will, never bound by external form.

They stood there as if they had been there since the beginning of time.

Before they even made a move, their sword energies had already clashed countless times as the water mist drifted by.

"What a terrible sword!"

The man with the sword said.

"Such a cold sword!"

Fish Wonderful Truth.

That is indeed a fine sword.

The sword held by the person wielding the sword is the same as the sword held by Yu Miaozhen.

An Qingwan had to admit that she was now beginning to understand why some swordsmen would still try out the opponent's sword even if they knew they were no match for them.

Moths are not drawn to the fire, but to the light within it.

She became just as excited as the swordsmen.

“You are Shen Ruiqing, the Heavenly Sword Master,” Yu Miaozhen said.

The man holding the sword was silent for a moment before saying, "I am Shen Ruiqing, the Heavenly Sword."

Shen Ruiqing, the Heavenly Sword?

An Qingwan certainly knew this name.

He was the Sword God's senior brother, and once he suppressed the young Sword God so much that he couldn't lift his head. He went out of the South China Sea, out of Yumen, into Miao territory, and into Andong, challenging swordsmen from all directions. He made the Sword Buddha of Fuyu Kingdom dare not go east for twenty years. He once broke into the Northern Desert Royal Court alone to assassinate the King of Donghu Kingdom and avenge the border people who died from being robbed by Donghu Kingdom.

This is a legendary figure, a legendary swordsman!

Now he has come here, only to kill Yu Miaozhen.

Yu Miaozhen asked, "Why did you want to kill me?"

Shen Ruiqing said, "A sword should always have a scabbard, but you don't. I can't keep you here."

Yu Miaozhen asked, "What is a sword sheath?"

Shen Ruiqing did not answer, but asked instead, "You study swordsmanship?"