The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

"You...you...what a vicious method!"

Mr. Tao looked at Feng Shangren's son, who was now so ugly it was repulsive, and then at An Qingwan, who had a faint smile on her face. He trembled uncontrollably.

He is afraid.

How could he not be afraid upon seeing such a situation?

In the night breeze, An Qingwan gently brushed away a drop of blood from her sword.

"Over the years, you have killed countless people. Compared with you, my methods are really not worth mentioning."

Mr. Tao stopped talking, but Feng Shangren was so angry that his teeth were chattering.

He had never been so angry before.

His greatest pursuit in life was to become the number one figure in the demonic path and trample all four major sects of the demonic sect under his feet.

As for his son, he didn't really value him that much.

Although he only has one son, Song Qi, if he really wanted a son, he could find a hundred or eighty women to give birth to a hundred or eighty for him at any time.

He was angry.

It's because An Qingwan's actions not only damaged Song Qi's manhood, but also his reputation.

No.

It wasn't just an injury; it was stomping his face into a cesspool in public!

When fighting against the other three masters of the Yin Yang Sect, Feng Shangren had never suffered such humiliation or lost such face.

Therefore, he now has only one thought in his mind—

Murder! Murder! Murder! Murder! Murder! Murder!

The first person he wanted to kill was, of course, An Qingwan.

In that instant, Feng Shangren suddenly mustered all his strength and carried his voice across the entire sandbar.

"Everyone, this is an order. Kill An Qingwan at all costs!"

He was not afraid of An Qingwan at all.

He himself may not be as strong as An Qingwan, but he has a group of subordinates.

His subordinates were not some insignificant nobodys; they were all experts he had brought from the Yin-Yang Sect or recruited while traveling the martial arts world.

Among them are not only many top-notch masters with superb skills, but also several masters who, though not as skilled as him, can still be considered exceptional.

Without such a powerful foundation, how could he dare to occupy Feixianzhou and commit atrocities here?

He believed that with so many people rushing forward, coupled with various mechanisms and props, even if An Qingwan had three heads and six arms, she would only have one way out today: death.

Faced with Feng Shangren's roar, He Daoqing was trembling with fear, but An Qingwan remained completely calm.

With the help of Lu Xiaofeng's version of the Cloud Ladder Leap, she can leave at any time, so why should she fear being surrounded by opponents?

But she didn't want to leave.

She wants to save people, but she also wants to kill.

He Daoqing said urgently, "If you have any other tricks up your sleeve, then use them quickly, or we'll be in trouble."

An Qingwan said, "I have no backup plan."

He Daoqing's face turned green: "Then we're probably going to die here today."

An Qingwan said, "There's no need for a backup plan to deal with Master Feng."

He Daoqing was taken aback, then asked with delight, "Are you confident that you can defeat everyone on Flying Immortal Continent all by yourself?"

An Qingwan said, "It's hard to say, we'll only know after we fight it."

He Daoqing: "..."

An Qingwan said, "But why should I deal with other people?"

Hearing the increasingly loud shouts of battle, He Daoqing looked bewildered: "No need to deal with the others?"

An Qingwan did not answer He Daoqing's question, but suddenly said to Feng Shangren, "You are very angry and in pain now, but that is not enough!"

Feng Shangren was slightly taken aback: "Not enough?"

An Qingwan then turned to Mr. Tao and the others beside her and said, "Are you going to help Feng Shangren deal with me?"

Mr. Tao opened his mouth.

An Qingwan said, "He has lost so much face in front of you. Do you think he will let you off the hook if he survives?"

Mr. Tao's pupils contracted sharply.

He understood Feng Shangren better than An Qingwan, and it was precisely because he understood him better that he knew what An Qingwan said was true.

Helping Feng Shangren deal with An Qingwan will likely lead to his future retribution.

We won't help Feng Shangren deal with An Qingwan...

"Tao Lin, are you going to betray me?"

Suddenly, Feng Shangren's cold voice rang out.

Tao Lin trembled: "Master Feng, how could I dare betray you, I..."

An Qingwan suddenly interrupted him, saying, "I guarantee he won't be able to use his internal energy to torture you with the Black Wind Talisman."

On the way to Feixianzhou, An Qingwan had already inquired about the Black Wind Talisman.

The Black Wind Talisman is actually a peculiar true energy that attaches to the meridians. Every so often, it will stimulate the meridians, causing the person affected to suffer greatly. However, if the person who casts the talisman actively circulates their energy, the Black Wind Talisman will also actively stimulate the meridians.

Upon hearing this, Feng Shangren's already dark face, as black as the bottom of a pot, became even more unrecognizable.

"Speak wild words!"

An Qingwan said calmly, "Would you like to give it a try?"

Feng Shangren suddenly lost his voice.

He stared intently at An Qingwan, but truly dared not make a move.

He only saw a sword in An Qingwan's hand, but he felt as if he were being targeted by thousands of swords. If he made any move, he would be attacked by thousands of swords at the same time.

He could only turn to Tao Lin and the others and yell, "Tao Lin, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and do it! Do you think An Qingwan will let you off the hook just because I'm dead?"

Tao Lin remained silent for a while before saying, "Master Feng, compared to you, I still prefer to believe in the Goddess of Xiaoxiang."

He wasn't the only one who thought so; everyone around him thought so too.

Just now, many people rushed to the outside of the council chamber, but no one took any action.

Feng Shangren flew into a rage and roared, "Tao Lin, you filthy beast, have I ever mistreated you? And today you betray me just because of a word from An Qingwan!"

Tao Lin, who had been angrily scolded, suddenly became defiant: "Song Yinghan, when have you ever not mistreated me? I've done so many things for you and killed so many people, yet you still don't trust me. Not only are you unwilling to teach me the Purple Extreme Demon Art, but you also planted the Black Wind Talisman in my body. How dare you say you've never mistreated me?"

Immediately, the others joined in the cursing.

Like Tao Lin, they all had Black Wind Talismans implanted on their bodies.

No matter how loud Feng Shangren's voice is, how can it drown out so many other voices?

"An Qingwan, An Qingwan, you...you're so good, so ruthless, ahhh—"

The Wind Master roared angrily, his face turning pale and then flushed, and suddenly he spat out a mouthful of blood.

An Qingwan sneered: "You don't need to worry about Feng Shangren. I'll handle him. You go and deal with Song Qi. Don't kill him right away. Torture him properly. Isn't this mansion known as the execution manor? Then let me see the methods of the execution manor."

Upon learning that they didn't need to deal with Feng Shangren, Tao Lin and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

In an instant, hundreds of terrifying gazes fell upon Song Qi.

Song Qi had just experienced one nightmare, and he never imagined that an even more terrifying nightmare awaited him.

He struggled frantically, but his hands and feet had already been crippled by his own father, Feng Shangren. What could he do?

He could only watch in utter terror as Tao Lin and the others drew closer.

“Die die die die!”

Feng Shangren roared and lunged at Tao Lin, but as soon as he moved, An Qingwan swung her sword and knocked him down from the air.

"I told you, you can't get through."

The white dress fluttered in the evening breeze, like drifting snowflakes.

In the midst of the "heavy snow," Tao Lin and others began to torture Song Qi.

cold.

Chilled to the core.

The wind-swept man had never felt so cold, so powerless, so desperate.

An Qingwan said, "Those people you captured and tortured were just as desperate back then."

"Yes, they were just as desperate, haha, hahaha!"

Feng Shangren finally burst into laughter, a mournful and desolate laugh.

"An Qingwan, even if I die today, I will take you with me!"

A deep purple Gu worm suddenly appeared in his palm.

That was the Life-Devouring Gu he had painstakingly cultivated. This Life-Devouring Gu was not yet mature and was far from being a Life Pill.

But he couldn't care less about that now, and he swallowed the Life-Devouring Gu whole.

When the Life-Devouring Gu encountered the Qi Pill, a raging purple flame erupted from Feng Shangren's body in an instant.

The Purple Extreme Demon Art was originally a very evil and quick-to-learn demonic art. Now, in order to achieve his goal, Feng Shangren adopted an even faster method, which caused him to suddenly go mad and become possessed by demons.

He felt as if he had fallen into lava, his whole body burning as if it were about to explode.

The only good news was that his power increased greatly as a result. The Qi Pill and the Life-Devouring Gu became entangled, and the internal energy in his body was endless.

Kill kill kill!

With his eyes turning purple, Feng Shangren descended the mountain like a tiger and pounced on An Qingwan.

With his hands forming claws, he casually clawed at high walls, felled giant trees, and cracked the earth.

Despite facing such a fierce and valiant person, An Qingwan did not flinch at all.

Why should she dodge?

What she fears least is competing with others in terms of internal strength.

Not to mention that her internal strength was already formidable, Mingyu Gong also had another characteristic: when she circulated her internal energy, it would converge inward, forming a peculiar suction force. This suction force could not only attract objects from a distance, but also absorb internal energy.

Therefore, when fighting others, unless the opponent has special internal strength that makes them unafraid of being absorbed, her internal strength will only increase as the fight goes on.

In fact, the Purple Extreme Demon Art also comes with its own Demon Absorption Technique, which is a demonic technique that is specifically designed to absorb people's internal energy. However, this Demon Absorption Technique can only absorb the internal energy of those who are weaker than oneself.

Thus, after exchanging two blows with An Qingwan, the demon-possessed Feng Shangren discovered something terrifying—

He couldn't absorb An Qingwan's internal energy; instead, the internal energy he unleashed was absorbed by An Qingwan, and that internal energy eventually transformed into sword energy that landed on him.

"How can this be?"

The already insane Feng Shangren was sobered up considerably by the fright.

But this is not the scariest thing.

After learning that An Qingwan had defeated Yu Miaozhen with a single sword strike, Feng Shangren inquired about the sword duel and discovered that An Qingwan's exquisite and deadly fifteen sword strikes could only be unleashed after the first fourteen sword strikes had been performed.

Therefore, he had always intentionally restricted An Qingwan's sword skills.

however……

Swords, swords, swords everywhere.

This is the Formless Divine Needle.

With a clear whistle, An Qingwan unleashed over three hundred sword energies from her hundreds of acupoints!

This is not ordinary sword energy; it is sword energy that can bend and straighten at will, changing at will.

Some sword energy transformed into nets and ropes, some into hooks and sickles, and some gathered together to form a fierce storm.

More than three hundred sword energies tore through the sky, illuminating the originally gray sky as bright as day.