The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Yu Miaozhen said, "I am the sword!"

Shen Ruiqing asked, "Why are you a sword?"

Yu Miaozhen suddenly couldn't answer.

Because this issue has never been an issue for her.

She is a sword—is this a question that needs to be considered and debated?

Just as the Heavenly Will Sword in Shen Ruiqing's hand was born to be a sword, she herself was born to be a sword.

"Because I am the sword!"

Shen Ruiqing said, "Who told you that you were originally a sword?"

Yu Miaozhen raised her hand, and large raindrops swirled above her palm.

Although she didn't speak, her answer was already quite clear.

It is this heaven and earth!

It's her!

"I've seen you as a child, I've even held you in my arms as an infant. Who could have imagined things would turn out like this? It's all too late now, there's no one left in this world to be your sheath."

Shen Ruiqing suddenly let out a long sigh.

He gripped the Heavenly Will Sword, pointing it at Yu Miaozhen.

"Draw out your sword!"

So, Yu Miaozhen drew her sword.

When two peerless swords meet, it's not easy for them to coexist peacefully; a victor must be determined.

A burst of sword energy erupted, rising ten feet into the air.

The raindrops, like a beaded curtain, were scattered and flew in all directions, like sparks suddenly bursting apart, or like fireworks exploding during the Lantern Festival.

Brilliant.

How magnificent!

Many swordsmen spend their entire lives pursuing such a dazzling strike, but Yu Miaozhen's casual thrust is what others strive for their entire lives.

That she is the sword is indeed true.

But Shen Ruiqing's sword was even more dazzling.

His sword seemed to encompass everything; it was like the vast sky, perfectly balanced and unpredictable, yet so balanced that it could break through any unexpected move.

The Heavenly Will Sword pressed down, and the raindrops that were swatted away seemed to be crushed by Mount Tai, unable to fly around anymore.

They paused, though only for a moment. After that moment, the raindrops fell again, and the entire rain curtain returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

But that is clearly impossible.

As Yu Miaozhen and Shen Ruiqing drew their swords, the people who had come with Shen Ruiqing had already formed a circle, surrounding the two of them.

The sword light flashed like a tapestry, and Shen Ruiqing arrived first despite being behind.

All the myriad rays of light were gathered at the tip of the Heavenly Will Sword. Amidst the torrential rain, it seemed as if a dragon's roar suddenly rang out, both magnificent and terrifying.

Yu Miaozhen remained completely calm.

As long as she has a sword, she won't panic.

She herself is the sword, so she never panics.

In that instant, her eyes saw nothing but the sword in Shen Ruiqing's hand.

She thrust forward, the blade tracing a beautiful semicircle as it grazed past the Heavenly Will Sword.

This was an extremely delicate move, yet it was precisely this delicate stroke that deflected the Heavenly Will Sword by an inch.

What was parted was not only the sword, but also the sword's intent, its energy, and its very essence.

Yu Miaozhen had already spotted the opportunity and stepped forward.

She only took one step forward, but in that instant, she seemed to leap over the dragon gate like a carp, and her entire spirit and energy were completely transformed.

She seemed to transform into a furnace, unleashing towering heat waves that vaporized even the heavy rain.

This move, however, is the ultimate technique of Tingyun Manor, Qi Guan Chang Hong.

How could someone like Shen Ruiqing not recognize this move, and how could he not guard against it?

In the blink of an eye, the Heavenly Will Sword had transformed into countless starlight points, each one becoming a shooting star flying towards Yu Miaozhen.

The meteor collided with the rainbow, and in just a few breaths, the overflowing sword energy had shredded all the surrounding vegetation to dust. The swordsmen surrounding them were only so skilled, otherwise they would have been corpses by now.

No one dared to get close; the outcome of this battle truly depended on Yu Miaozhen and Shen Ruiqing.

They followed her to prevent Yu Miaozhen from escaping and to prevent anyone from disturbing her.

Asking them to deal with Yu Miaozhen would be asking too much of them, since they can't even see through Yu Miaozhen's moves, so how could they possibly deal with her?

The sounds of wind, rain, dragon roars, and tiger howls all grew more urgent.

When these sounds reached a certain limit, suddenly, all the sounds seemed to disappear in an instant.

Only one ray of light remained in the world, the light from the Heavenly Will Sword.

The light seemed to fall from the heavens.

Yu Miaozhen hurriedly raised the sword in her hand.

Her sword strike was perfectly timed, but most of her strength and momentum had already been depleted in the previous exchange.

That was the sword strike.

Only this one sword strike.

Victory or defeat.

life and death.

Past, present, Future.

Shen Ruiqing thought of many things, but he still managed to strike with his sword.

Click——

With a crisp sound, the sword in Yu Miaozhen's hand was severed.

How can ordinary swords compare to the Heavenly Will Sword?

The biting cold even froze the raindrops nearby.

Seeing that Yu Miaozhen was about to die by the sword, at the critical moment, Yu Miaozhen actually threw away the broken sword in her hand.

She stretched out her arms.

Although she had nothing in her hands, in the world of perception, An Qingwan saw a sword, a sword formed from internal energy.

The sword passed through the Heavenly Will Sword and pierced towards Shen Ruiqing.

This was an unexpected change.

No one could have imagined that Yu Miaozhen had reached the level where she could use her internal energy as a sword.

This is an extraordinary realm.

This is a subtle form of control.

At this moment, her weakness of insufficient internal strength seemed to be insignificant.

But Yu Miaozhen could not have imagined, nor could anyone around her, that Shen Ruiqing's Heavenly Will Sword was just a decoy.

His true trump card is sword control, the art of controlling a sword with one's inner energy!

The sword that Yu Miaozhen had discarded flew up and shot towards Yu Miaozhen from directly behind.

It is foreseeable that when Yu Miaozhen's sword pierces Shen Ruiqing's throat, Shen Ruiqing's "flying sword" and Heavenly Will sword will simultaneously destroy Yu Miaozhen's left and right hands.

Two unparalleled swordsmen are about to "fall" at the same time.

Isn't this a regrettable thing?

This is absolutely regrettable.

This tragedy should never have happened.

"Master."

The swordsmen standing around could no longer bear to watch this scene.

In fact, they had tried to dissuade Shen Ruiqing before he set off, but as Shen Ruiqing just said, Yu Miaozhen had already gone down the wrong path.

She embarked on a path of sharp edges and brilliance, but on this path, she had no "scabbard," and in the end, this path would surely hurt both herself and others.

Rather than waiting for things to spiral out of control, it's better to destroy the sword in Yu Miaozhen's heart before things reach their end.

Although it would cause her pain, at least she still had wine and flowers, and at least she was still alive. It was better than having nothing left in the end.

But how easy is it to destroy Yu Miaozhen's sword?

If Shen Ruiqing were still young, then everything would be fine.

But he was old. Not only was he old, but the injuries he sustained in his youth continued to plague him, preventing him from ever returning to his peak.

Therefore, he had no choice but to risk his life to exchange for Yu Miaozhen's sword.

Shen Ruiqing didn't feel that he was at a loss.

He's had enough of living.

Using this half-crippled life to repay the favors owed from back then, and incidentally to prevent Yu Miaozhen from going further astray and becoming a "demon sword" in the future, is ultimately a good thing.

A moment has passed.

The tragedy could happen in the next instant.

But in that instant, something unexpected happened.

bright.

Sword light.

The sword light flew up from beside the cliff.

With a sword coming from the west, the immortals fly from the sky!

That was a dazzling sword light that Yu Miaozhen and Shen Ruiqing had never seen in their entire lives.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with people on the ground, rain falling from the sky, and sword energy intertwining.

Everything fell silent, so silent it seemed to be waiting for something.

With a flash of sword light, three figures suddenly crossed paths in mid-air.

Then, the sword light disappeared.

Beneath the sword light, a figure materialized from the thick mist on a huge blue stone.

It was a woman.

A woman standing with her back to the crowd.

She slowly sheathed her sword at her waist.

Yu Miaozhen stood to her left, her sword no longer in her hand.

Shen Ruiqing stood to her right, without a sword in his hand.

"An Qingwan!"

Shen Ruiqing stared intently at An Qingwan's retreating figure.

He had never met An Qingwan before, but he knew this must be An Qingwan.

A sword that is unique in heaven and earth, and An Qingwan who is unique!

"you……"

Shen Ruiqing's body was trembling.

That brilliant sword strike, so dazzling it made him lose his focus, caused him to miss the only chance to destroy Yu Miaozhen's sword.