The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Xie Dao snorted coldly.

Instead of worrying about this, you should worry about your own situation!

A loud explosion suddenly rang out from inside the dilapidated temple.

The sword wielded by the evil sword is a broad-bladed curved sword. The moves performed with this sword are usually wide and sweeping, as straight as a mountain.

But the strike he delivered was entirely different.

The blade flashed and swirled, casting shadows on the temple wall like flickering candle flames, yet it carried a chilling, bone-deep aura, as if it would peel the flesh from the bone at any moment.

"This move is the first move of the Three Soul-Severing Blades, 'Peeling Skin'!"

A series of exclamations rang out from inside the dilapidated temple.

Everyone feared that An Qingwan would collapse in an instant, and if she did, they would surely die as well.

In a flash, An Qingwan calmly raised her right hand.

She said loudly, "Watch carefully."

clang!

No matter how varied the shadows of the evil blade danced, An Qingwan simply made a forward "cut," easily breaking through the overlapping shadows and striking the blade precisely.

Xie Dao was startled and was about to press down hard when he saw An Qingwan flick her wrist, causing the sword to flip and slash upwards at an angle.

He discovered that the blade in his hand seemed to have its own consciousness; no matter how hard he tried, it still bounced away from An Qingwan.

"This is the principle of using minimal force to overcome great strength. The key is not brute force, but skill—how to apply force. Do you understand?"

Throughout the entire process, An Qingwan did not even get up, remaining seated cross-legged.

"Huh? Oh, I see it, I see it, it just came too suddenly, I don't quite understand it."

It was only then that Jin Xueyi realized that An Qingwan was teaching her.

She knew it; with An Qingwan's strength, she could kill this evil blade with a single sword strike. Why waste words?

"Didn't understand? Then I'll demonstrate it again."

The evil blade was both shocked and furious.

Although they only exchanged one blow, he already knew that An Qingwan was not someone to be trifled with.

But he just made some tough remarks, and now he's slinking away like this. What face does he have left?

"Excellent, excellent swordsmanship!"

The evil slashed forward again. This time, the blade's light was no longer fleeting. He immediately used the second move, Bone Draw, attempting to overwhelm his opponent with sheer force.

But the result was exactly the same as before. An Qingwan simply flicked the knife away again.

"Can you see it clearly now?"

Jin Xueyi nodded quickly: "I saw the sword clearly."

"Okay, next time, look at my wrist."

"oh oh."

The two of them started talking back and forth, oblivious to everyone else.

"Can you see the wrist clearly now?"

"No...no, I just think your hands are beautiful, they don't have any calluses at all, hey..."

"Is your butt itchy?"

"Next time, definitely!"

"What about this time?"

"Fifty percent, make sure you see fifty percent, I'm really looking carefully!"

"Okay, I'll give you three more chances."

Master Chen and the others standing nearby were completely bewildered.

Isn't this supposed to be the duel between the blind girl and the evil sword? How did it suddenly turn into a class where two girls are teaching swordsmanship?

They had never seen anything like this before, and were quite at a loss, feeling superfluous as if standing to the side would disturb the two girls' enjoyment of exchanging feelings.

If even bystanders were so angry, Xie Dao was even more furious, his head practically steaming with rage.

In all his years of wandering the world, when had he ever been looked down upon like this?

If he had lived in modern society, he would definitely yell at this moment, "You bitch, I've become part of your play, haven't I?"

Xie Dao had actually considered running away.

Even the most arrogant man now understands that An Qingwan wasn't just showing off; she was genuinely amazing.

However, he couldn't escape at all.

Only he, who was in the thick of it, understood that every sword strike An Qingwan made, though seemingly ordinary, had in fact encompassed every possible direction in which he could escape.

If he were to "spar" with An Qingwan, he could still perform with ease; but if he turned around, he would inevitably be met with a storm of sword moves.

The Evil Blade is no longer the same Evil Blade it once was.

Back then, he was incredibly wicked; he would dare to brave even mountains of knives.

Now that he has fame and fortune, he is afraid of death. He is not confident that he can survive An Qingwan's rain of swords, so he dares not go to try.

Since that's the case, we have no choice but to use that one trick.

With a shout, Xie Dao slashed at An Qingwan again, but just as the blade was about to fall, he suddenly swung his left hand, which was behind his back, forward, sending out a shower of silver dust.

"careful!"

Jin Xueyi cried out.

An Qingwan smiled calmly: "Don't panic, I can't hide such a small trick from you."

She activated her Mingyu Gong, drawing the scattered silver powder into a ball. Just as the ball was about to touch her palm, she pushed it forward forcefully.

boom!

The pink ball landed directly on the evil sword.

"Ahhh-"

The evil sword let out a shrill scream, its body trembling uncontrollably, unable to even hold the sword steady as it slipped from its grasp.

An Qingwan pointed her sword horizontally and said coldly:

Tell me what Taiqing Dao is plotting in the dark, and I may spare your life, but I will throw you in jail.

Xie Dao cried out in agony, "I can't say it. If I do, the world, however vast, will not tolerate me."

"Oh?" An Qingwan raised an eyebrow. "It seems that the Taiqing Dao is much more powerful than I imagined."

Xie Dao stopped answering and just scratched his body desperately: "Kill me, please kill me, this Cold Nether Powder is too insidious."

"It's your own fault."

No one saw how An Qingwan drew her sword.

All the people saw was a flash of silver light in the dilapidated temple. When the silver light disappeared, the evil blade had miraculously returned to calm.

He stopped screaming and scratching his body, and a bitter smile, unlike anything he had ever seen before, appeared on his face.

"So, you only needed one sword to kill me."

puff.

The evil blade fell to the ground.

When everyone looked over, they saw that his head and body had already been separated, and he was a dead man.

P.S.: Thank you for the razor blades and spicy strips from the other side of the river.

Having nothing to repay you with, I offer myself in gratitude.

Not long ago, the dilapidated temple was filled with clanging and chattering sounds.

Now it's suddenly so quiet that you can't even hear the rain outside.

The situation turned around too quickly, so quickly that even when Xie Dao was beyond dead, everyone still felt like they were in a dream.

After a long time.

The few surviving Taiqing Daoists were the first to react.

"The... the leader of the altar?!"

They gasped, as if waking from a dream, and suddenly realized that this was not the time to be shocked.

Even the sect leader was no match for that blind girl, so how could they possibly defeat her?

"Come on!"

"Go back and find the Dharma Protector!"

A dozen or so people tumbled and crawled out of the dilapidated temple. Those who ran fast tripped on the threshold and fell half a meter away, getting a mouthful of mud, but they didn't dare to groan. They struggled to their feet, wiped their faces, and continued running.

"What should we do with them?" Jin Xueyi turned her head and asked.

An Qingwan said, "They are all people who treat human life like dirt. They have harmed countless people in the past. Let's send them on their way."

Jin Xueyi nodded and immediately chased after him.

Such a trivial matter naturally didn't need to be left to An Qingwan, whose eyesight was poor.

If she can't handle the evil blade, can't she at least handle these small fry?

Only after Jin Xueyi disappeared into the wind and rain did Master Chen and the others come to their senses.

Master Chen stepped forward alone: ​​"I have been traveling the world for many years and this is the first time I have ever met a righteous person like you. If it weren't for you, my master and I, as well as a group of customers, would probably be dead here. I don't know your name, but I will definitely repay you handsomely after this business trip is over."

An Qingwan stretched out her slender, fair hand and caught the dewdrops rolling down from the eaves.

The sound seemed somewhat ethereal.

"It takes a little effort, but it doesn't matter."

"Night has just fallen, but this temple is no longer suitable for resting. You would be better off finding another place."

"The rain has subsided considerably now, so we can walk around a bit. My companion and I will be leaving soon to go somewhere else."

Seeing that An Qingwan was unwilling to reveal her name, Master Chen did not press the matter.

He responded with a "yes" and bowed deeply.

"The road ahead is long, but I hope the young lady has a smooth journey and that her heart's desires are fulfilled."

Upon seeing this, the other merchants also came forward to offer their greetings.

An Qingwan smiled but remained silent.

She turned back to the corner, extinguished the firewood, and carried the two small bags on her back.

By the time she finished doing all this, Jin Xueyi had already returned.

"Everyone's been taken care of, huh? They're leaving already?"

"Do you want to spend the night with these corpses?"

"Never."

"You know you shouldn't? Then let's go. If we hurry, we might still find an inn."

If the oriole sings softly, it is clear and melodious.

As the two figures, one in black and one in white, disappeared into the rain and gradually blurred under its wash, the crisp sound also faded away.

But the sound has faded, and the impressions of what just happened to everyone in the temple are probably something that the passage of time cannot erase.

a long time.

Everyone looked at the corner and sighed repeatedly.

If it weren't for the pyre that had just been extinguished, they would have thought they had encountered a fox spirit from the mountains.