The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

The other person did not come.

Did they get the time wrong?

Did you encounter trouble on the way?

Did they realize they were outmatched and flee in fear of battle?

The crowd was buzzing.

Some were angry, some were sarcastic, but in the end it was still a regret.

Everyone wanted to see an epic battle between the two most renowned female swordsmen of the past century.

This battle will surely be recorded in history.

This battle will surely be unprecedented.

But this battle seems unlikely to happen, because half an hour has passed since the agreed-upon hour of 7-9 PM.

"It's a pity, it's really..."

The sighing was suddenly interrupted, and then someone shouted.

"coming!"

Hundreds of eyes turned to look.

A white shadow appeared in the moonlight.

An Qingwan finally arrived, bringing her sword.

She seemed to ride the wind across the riverside woods, finally landing a foot away from Yu Miaozhen.

Now, both peerless swordsmen have arrived.

PS: Thank you Night Breeze Feather, I'm Not a Silly Lolita!, and Cang's Blade.

One hundred and three swords of death, fifteen deadly strikes! [3k]

A good meal is not afraid of being late.

Just a moment ago, everyone was venting their emotions.

But as An Qingwan stepped into the woods, the entire riverbank fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, it seemed as if only the moonlight, the river, the riverbank, the trees, and the two protagonists of today's duel remained—

An Qingwan and Yu Miaozhen.

The two stood facing each other, simply standing there quietly.

They didn't speak, but it seemed like they had already said a lot.

They didn't draw their swords, but it seemed as if they had exchanged blows countless times in an instant.

The onlookers held their breath, afraid of making the slightest noise and ruining the exquisite scene.

The moon is beautiful.

People are beautiful.

Swords are beautiful too.

Everything in sight is beautiful.

Unfortunately, these beautiful things cannot coexist today, and a distinction must be made between them.

"You didn't lie to me."

Yu Miaozhen moved her lips.

It is very light, as light as a wing.

Her voice was also soft, as soft as a falling flower, as soft as a falling flower carrying a hint of sweetness and joy.

Yu Miaozhen is like a flower, a flower of subtlety.

Compared to her, An Qingwan, who always kept her eyes covered, appeared even more radiant. However, this radiance often bloomed under the moonlight and was rarely seen by ordinary people.

An Qingwan smiled nonchalantly and said, "I'm here."

Yu Miaozhen nodded and smiled, "Yes, you've come."

It seems they're not about to duel, but rather to meet for a drink.

What lingered between them was not a sharp killing intent, but a gentle atmosphere like flowing water.

This scene was certainly peculiar.

But no one found it strange.

There was no enmity between An Qingwan and Yu Miaozhen.

Since there is no enmity, why act so tense from the start?

But everyone knows the answer.

This harmony, this gentleness, will only remain until they draw their swords.

When they draw their swords, they are no longer friends; they become enemies, special enemies, enemies like the one who were born too late, enemies who are perhaps even more endearing than lovers.

That moment finally arrived.

An Qingwan and Yu Miaozhen drew their swords at the same time.

At that moment, the wind became fierce, the moon became cold, and the flowing water became noisy.

Whether they were in the open or hiding in the shadows, whether they were high up or low, whether they were in the martial arts world, the imperial court, the countryside, or the marketplace, everyone's heart was in their throats.

They have waited too long for this moment.

Who will win?

Is it Yu Miaozhen, who was already a legend from a young age and dedicated her life to the sword?

Or is it An Qingwan, who suddenly rose to fame in the last year or two, shining as brightly as the full moon on the fifteenth?

Nobody knows.

Even Shen Ruiqing, the Heavenly Swordsman who had fought against Yu Miaozhen and An Qingwan, was unaware of this.

The sword moves like flowing water.

The sword is always changing.

Are An Qingwan and Yu Miaozhen from a few days ago the same as An Qingwan and Yu Miaozhen from a few days later?

Shen Ruiqing didn't know if Yu Miaozhen had hidden a move, nor did he know if An Qingwan had actually comprehended the fifteenth sword technique.

That's the key to determining the winner.

Yu Miaozhen held the sword upright in front of her, and traced the blade upwards with the index and middle fingers of her left hand.

As her fingertips traced the path, they brought forth light, sword energy, and her very spirit.

At that moment, she no longer looked dazed.

In this very moment, she was perfect.

"In order to defeat you, I've been thinking about how to make my sword even sharper on the way here. I've thought a lot, and finally I came up with this move, 'Clear Evening Sword Technique'!"

Qingwan Sword Technique?

Hearing Yu Miaozhen give the sword technique such a name, An Qingwan couldn't help but laugh.

She raised her right hand, which was holding the sword, and pointed the tip at Yu Miaozhen.

Her left hand made no visible movement, but the sword also shone brightly.

"In order to defeat you, I've been pondering this on my way here, trying to figure out a sword technique that will definitely beat you!"

Yu Miaozhen asked, "Now, have you grasped the essence of that sword technique?"

An Qingwan said, "I've already figured it out."

Yu Miaozhen said with a serious expression, "You must let me see that sword with my own eyes, even if that sword will kill me!"

An Qingwan replied, "I will."

An Qingwan nodded, and Yu Miaozhen nodded as well.

They fell silent.

At this moment, the wind calmed down, the moon grew paler, and mist seemed to rise over the river.

Everyone knew this was the calm before the storm.

"Master."

Shen Ruiqing's disciple looked at Shen Ruiqing nervously.

Now that things have come to this, what can Shen Ruiqing do?

He couldn't stop the duel, no one could stop it, all he could do was sigh.

An Qingwan and Yu Miaozhen could have been the closest of friends, but now they have to face each other in life and death. Is this world always so cruel?

"Swish, swish..."

The wind rustled the leaves.

Just as the rustling of leaves drowned out all other sounds, two swords, two sharp swords, were thrust out.

Those were two gods among swords, and two swords among gods.

One of them came from Luoyang, and the other from Jingzhou.

Finally, they are about to meet on the banks of the Jinjiang River in Chengdu.

What a terrifying sword.

What terrifying sword energy!

Wherever the sword passed, the fallen leaves turned to dust, tall trees snapped as easily as thatch, and the surging river was split into sections.

In that instant, onlookers were horrified to discover that An Qingwan and Yu Miaozhen had both disappeared from sight.

They were so fast, so fast that they seemed to transcend shadow, sound, and the limits of what the human eye could capture.

The amazing thing is that they disappeared, but everyone could still see the two swords they were holding—moving swords, changing swords, swords that had been clashing for hundreds of rounds without ever touching.

Sweat beaded on the foreheads of all the onlookers, including Shen Ruiqing.

Even those who know nothing about martial arts suddenly realized at this moment that the time to determine the winner was not far off.

The duel between An Qingwan and Yu Miaozhen was not about life and death, but about the difference in their swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship is far more pure than life and death.

Life and death involve far more than one person or one event, but swordsmanship is swordsmanship.

A life-or-death struggle might take days and nights, months and years, but a battle of wits can often be decided in a single instant.

It was that instant, the instant when light bloomed like a flower.

Just as the two swords were about to pierce each other, Yu Miaozhen's sword suddenly flicked upwards.

This leap is like a roc spreading its wings, or a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

This thrust broke the unspoken understanding between the two swords.

With this strike, Yu Miaozhen's sword suddenly came to life, suddenly possessing a thousand transformations and countless paths. Thousands of sword energies crisscrossed under the moon, like a blooming lotus flower. No one knew which sword energy was Yu Miaozhen's killing move; perhaps every single sword energy was Yu Miaozhen's killing move.

With this thrust, An Qingwan's sword seemed to transform into a rabbit that had stumbled into the jaws of a giant python.

The python can eat the rabbit at will, and the rabbit will only face death!

It seems that Yu Miaozhen is certain of victory.

It seems that Yu Miaozhen's sword is still superior.

Shen Ruiqing's heart turned cold.

If Yu Miaozhen wins, who in this world can restrain this sword?

Just as everyone began to sigh, An Qingwan's sword trembled.