The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

For a moment, everyone in the execution village stopped, staring blankly at the sword energy, and then at the white figure floating in the air like a fairy descending to earth.

"What...what is this?"

Just how profound is An Qingwan's internal strength?

Feng Shangren was unaware of this, nor did he have time to dwell on it.

He felt only fear, a fear born of the unknown.

He tried his best to blast away at those sword energies.

With his Purple Extreme Inner Force enhanced, he possessed extraordinary strength. With a single punch and kick, he leveled the council hall in an instant, leaving a deep crater in the ground.

When he finally dispersed all the sword energy, the real sword that An Qingwan was holding had arrived.

This sword strike was actually the fifteenth deadly strike!

dead.

Dead silence.

still.

Absolute stillness.

Feng Shangren was horrified to find that he couldn't move. Not only him, but everyone around him, the smoke and dust in the air, and the flowing moonlight were all immobilized.

The only thing that could move was An Qingwan, and the sword in An Qingwan's hand.

At this moment, Feng Shangren suddenly wanted to beg for mercy. He no longer cared about his reputation or his position as the number one demonic cultivator.

However, it was too late.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword pierced his throat and took his life.

The wind started blowing again.

The moonlight began to flow again.

An Qingwan sheathed her sword and examined the martial arts treasure chest she had obtained after killing Feng Shangren.

This time she was extremely lucky, obtaining a well-known martial art—

The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth.

However, what she obtained was not Zhang Zhongjing's Great Shift of the Universe, but the Great Shift of the Universe from the Number One Under Heaven, which, if one's internal strength is powerful enough, can even draw out giant rocks from mountains.

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The first version of the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth is a method of using internal energy.

The more powerful one's internal energy, the more exaggerated its power.

An Qingwan, on the other hand, is not lacking in internal strength.

Upon seeing this reward, An Qingwan couldn't help but smile, and even her steps became much lighter.

She walked across the moonlit bluestone, like a fairy lily gliding on water, possessing an ethereal beauty that captivated all who beheld her.

But at this moment, no one was in the mood to appreciate her appearance.

Looking at the grotesque corpse of Feng Shangren, Tao Lin and the others felt only fear and cold.

As one of the four masters of the Yin-Yang Sect, Feng Shangren's martial arts skills were already among the best in the entire martial arts world before he practiced the Purple Extreme Demon Art. It would be hard to find many people more powerful than him.

Who would have thought that after practicing the domineering and unparalleled Purple Extreme Demon Art, and even risking demonic possession to forcibly fuse the Qi Pill and the Life-Devouring Gu, he would still die by An Qingwan's sword.

"Is this truly a sword technique that should exist in the human world?"

Tao Lin trembled uncontrollably.

That sword strike was truly terrifying.

When An Qingwan thrust out that sword, he immediately lost control of his body.

If you can't even control your own body, how can you avoid that sword strike?

Tao Lin really couldn't think of a solution.

Although he did not die by An Qingwan's sword, he could imagine how desperate Feng Shangren must have felt when he faced that sword.

Tao Lin suddenly felt a wave of sorrow.

Perhaps they should have helped the Wind People back then.

As long as they can stop An Qingwan from unleashing her fifteenth sword strike, a strike capable of causing even ghosts and gods to weep, with their sheer numbers, their abundance of rare poisons, and their sophisticated traps and hidden weapons, they will certainly have a chance to eliminate An Qingwan.

No matter what, a living Feng Shangren is not as terrifying as a living An Qingwan.

But what's the point of thinking about these things now?

"Xiao... Goddess of Xiaoxiang, the Wind Immortal is dead, there is nothing more for me to do here, so... I shall take my leave."

In the crowd, a scarred man holding a curved knife retreated tremblingly towards the outside of the execution ground.

An Qingwan said calmly, "When did I give you permission to leave?"

The scarred man said urgently, "Goddess of Xiaoxiang, we have no past grudges or recent conflicts, do you really want to kill us all?"

An Qingwan said, "You have no grudge against me, but you have a great grudge against them. Ask them if they are willing to let you go."

The "they" she was referring to were the martial arts practitioners who were tortured and treated like dogs at the execution grounds.

When Tao Lin and the others looked over, the skinny bamboo pole who had been lying on the ground suddenly stood up. His face no longer showed the fawning he had put on before, but only endless grief and indignation.

"What wrong have the fourteen members of my Yunyang Sect committed to deserve being captured and tortured here every day? My junior brother had already arranged a wedding with the girl next door. The night before he was captured, he told me he wanted to retire from the martial world and live a peaceful life. And then... he died. He only cursed you once during his torture, and you pulled out his spine, killing him with excruciating pain. What face do you bastards have left to live in this world?"

His body trembled uncontrollably, and he slipped and fell to the ground.

But as soon as he fell, several other people stood up and began to vehemently accuse him.

They were among the few remaining rational members of that group of江湖人士 (jianghu figures) who were treated like dogs; the rest had long since collapsed under the daily torment.

They've been pretending all along, acting like they're harmless.

They had been waiting, waiting for an opportunity for revenge.

They didn't know if they would ever get that opportunity, but they had to wait; if they couldn't avenge themselves, they would die with regrets.

For a moment, only shouts and curses remained in the ruins.

Then three men with gloomy faces suddenly stepped out from the crowd.

"That's enough, shut up!"

As these three people walked, their positions subtly corresponded to the numbers of the heavens, making them appear less like three individuals and more like a single entity.

An Qingwan asked, "Who are you?"

One of them said, "The Three Friends of Winter."

The other person said, "The martial art we three practice is called the Three Talents Strange Formation. Once mastered, the three of us move as one, and our agility and unpredictability are so great that even Master Feng would find it difficult to catch us. The reason we work for Master Feng is because he ambushed me when the three of us were separated and planted the Black Wind Talisman on me."

An Qingwan asked, "What are you trying to say?"

The man said, "I want to say that although we can't beat you, you definitely can't kill us today either. When you attack us, we will definitely be able to kill these 'dogs'. If you don't want them to die, let us and our men go."

An Qingwan said, "Are you threatening me?"

The man said, "That's right."

An Qingwan said, "It's just a pity that you chose the wrong time."

The man said, "You don't believe we can do it?"

An Qingwan smiled and said, "I believed it before, but I don't believe it now."

The man nodded: "Okay, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw An Qingwan raise her hand.

He instinctively tried to dodge, thinking that An Qingwan was about to unleash another sword strike.

But just as he dodged and landed, the artificial mountain behind him suddenly "came to life" and crashed into him.

He couldn't believe it, he never imagined that An Qingwan could remotely absorb a rockery weighing tens of thousands of kilograms and use it as a hammer.

In fact, even An Qingwan herself couldn't have imagined this not long ago.

Therefore, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't react in time to dodge.

The impact of the artificial hill left him dazed and confused. By the time he came to his senses, An Qingwan had already gripped his neck with her five fingers.

"Speed ​​alone is not enough to defeat me."

An Qingwan used her palm as a sword and thrust it forward, severing the meridians of the person she was holding in just a few strokes.

The other two of the Three Friends of Winter, their eyes bloodshot, charged madly toward the martial arts figures they had previously accused.

But they had only taken a few steps when An Qingwan had already pulled all those people behind her.

No matter how fast these three people are, how could they possibly outpace the speed at which she circulates her internal energy?

An Qingwan used both hands, pulling on the artificial mountain with one hand and dragging a huge rock ten feet high from the ground with the other.

Another of the Three Friends of Winter was knocked to the ground by a rockery because it did not expect the boulder to come from underground.

What awaited him was a series of violent blows from a massive boulder weighing tens of thousands of kilograms.

Brain matter splattered out instantly!

Two blows, and his entire body was pulverized!

Three blows, and flesh and blood turned to mush!

It smashed so hard that the earth shook and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

A splatter of blood and flesh landed on Tao Lin. He reached out and pulled out an eyeball.

Tao Lin and the others were completely dumbfounded.

If the Purple Extreme Demon Art is called domineering and unparalleled, then what is An Qingwan's technique called?

run!

Run quickly!

No one else had the idea of ​​fighting An Qingwan to the death.

Tao Lin threw the eyeballs out and ran quickly towards the outside of the execution village.

On the sandbar, thousands of people scattered and fled.

But An Qingwan would not let them leave so easily.

Someone tried to jump into the river, but she pulled them back with both palms and slammed them onto a boulder, shattering them to pieces.

Someone tried to hide in the cellar, but she picked up a huge rock and smashed it down, flattening the person and the cellar together.

An Qingwan had killed many people, but she had never killed so many people with such pleasure.

Kill kill kill!

No one could withstand a single blow from her.

In reality, given the strength of the group on the sandbar, they shouldn't have suffered such a crushing defeat, but their mentality had collapsed, and they couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.

Since they dare not resist, their only fate is to be smashed, flattened, and reduced to dust by the boulder.

Finally, someone escaped to the riverbank.

But before he could even board the boat, he suddenly discovered that it had been punctured and was leaking.

"who is it?"

He looked around in panic, only to find that dozens of large ships had appeared around Feixian Island at some unknown time.

Some of the ships flew the flags of the Thirty-Six Islands, while others did not. However, one person stood out because he was standing at the bow of the ship without wearing shoes.

"It's over, Feixian Continent is now surrounded."

Tao Lin was utterly horrified.

Just then, a loud crash came from behind him. When he turned around, he saw that another person had been smashed in two by An Qingwan.