The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Su Zheqiu sighed and stood up from the ground, his legs showing no sign of weakness.

"But don't think you've won against me. I've been a powerful figure in the martial world for twenty years, and my experience is beyond your imagination."

An Qingwan said, "Now can you tell me your true identity?"

Su Zheqiu stood with his hands behind his back, as imposing and majestic as a mountain. Although he carried no weapons, he exuded a chilling and murderous aura.

"I am Yan Hui, the number one assassin of Tingfeng Pavilion, the renowned master of Tingfeng Pavilion, and the most mysterious man in black in the Pingnan Prince's Mansion!"

P.S.: Surprisingly, "hedgehog cat drug" is a sensitive word?

The charm of that sword at the age of twenty-four

"Are you Yan Hui? Or are you the master of Tingfeng Pavilion?"

After hearing Su Zheqiu reveal his identity, Lan Xiaogu, who had just been shocked by An Qingwan's analysis, stared wide-eyed like copper bells.

She simply couldn't believe it.

Listening Wind Pavilion is a world-renowned assassin intermediary organization.

She, Lu Er, and Yan Hui were all assassins who took jobs at Tingfeng Pavilion.

The so-called number one, number two, and number three assassins in the world are actually just the top three assassins ranked in Tingfeng Pavilion.

Because Tingfeng Pavilion has branches all over the north and south, and its business is very large, it has gained the recognition of most people in the martial arts world.

In the eyes of those in the martial arts world, the master of Tingfeng Pavilion is an extremely mysterious person.

Some say he was Shen Ruiqing, the Heavenly Sword who once infiltrated the Northern Desert royal court to assassinate the ruler of the Donghu Kingdom; others say he was a reclusive tycoon with wealth beyond measure.

But who would have thought that he was actually Su Zheqiu, Jin Xueyi's seemingly disabled second uncle?

Lan Xiaogu was not the only one shocked; Jin Xueyi, who was standing outside the door, was also shocked.

Lan Xiaogu couldn't believe it, and she certainly couldn't have imagined it.

She and Su Zheqiu had a very good relationship and often visited each other during the New Year. She clearly remembered Su Zheqiu sweating profusely because he couldn't reach the books on the high shelf. She also clearly remembered how Su Zheqiu smiled and fed half of the pastries to her when her mother asked her to deliver them to him.

She remembered many things, but all those memories were shattered at this moment by Su Zheqiu's unfamiliar appearance.

Su Zheqiu stood there.

He was very tall, and when his eyes were lowered, he exuded an air of disdain, as if everything in the world was nothing more than that in his eyes.

"No wonder, no wonder Yan Hui was able to know my whereabouts and weaknesses during the Battle of Taihu Lake. Those were secrets that only Tingfeng Pavilion and I knew, but Yan Hui inexplicably found out. I thought someone in Tingfeng Pavilion was secretly sabotaging us!"

Lan Xiaogu was so angry she wanted to bite her teeth.

Her primary mission on this trip was to kill Yan Hui.

Su Zheqiu sneered, "You should have died in Taihu Lake. If you had died then, you wouldn't have to suffer like this today, and you wouldn't have to feel true despair."

Lan Xiaogu retorted sharply, "Yan Hui, you can't even beat me, yet you dare to spout such nonsense?"

Su Zheqiu glanced at Lan Xiaogu: "Time moves forward, but fools always think that nothing in the world will change after time passes."

Lan Xiaogu made a move to stab Su Zheqiu twice, but was stopped by An Qingwan.

"You are no match for him now."

Lan Xiaogu doubted that she had heard correctly.

Su Zheqiu laughed loudly, "That's right, now I only need three moves to kill you at most!"

Lan Xiaogu asked with suspicion, "What new martial arts have you learned?"

Su Zheqiu slowly uttered five words: "Qimen Bafang Dao".

"what?"

Jin Xueyi, who was standing nearby, exclaimed in surprise.

This was an answer she never dreamed of.

Until just now, she thought that Su Zheqiu had targeted her and An Qingwan because he coveted the Qimen Bafang Blade.

"Where...where did you get the Qimen Bafang Blade?"

Upon hearing Su Zheqiu's revelation, An Qingwan was no longer in a hurry to take action.

Su Zheqiu smiled and said, "My dear niece, where else could I possibly get the Qimen Bafang Knife? Of course, I got it from your parents."

These words made Jin Xueyi feel like the sky had fallen: "You are the real murderer who killed my parents?"

Su Zheqiu said, "They are, after all, my brother and sister-in-law. How could I bear to do it myself? Therefore, I revealed to the Iron-Clad Ancestor that the Qimen Bafang Blade was in their hands. Sure enough, the Iron-Clad Ancestor led his men to attack them. However, the Iron-Clad Ancestor was all show and no substance, and they managed to escape into the secret chamber. So I had no choice but to send them on their way myself."

"You beast, you're a beast! My parents were so good to you, and you actually killed them!"

Jin Xueyi's eyes were bloodshot; she was furious beyond measure, but she wasn't foolish enough to rush up and fight Su Zheqiu to the death.

Su Zheqiu said, "Your father is a good man, good to outsiders and good to you. I used you as a threat to get him to hand over the Qimen Bafang Saber to me. But he shouldn't have been born into the Su family. A hundred years ago, the Su family was a top-tier family in the martial arts world, but what has become of the Su family after it was passed down to him? He sealed away the Qimen Bafang Saber just because he was afraid of the grudges and killings in the martial arts world, and even wanted to destroy this divine skill left by his ancestors. He deserves to die!"

An Qingwan said, "I roughly understand why you killed Mr. Su and his wife. What I'm curious about is, since you already had the Qimen Bafang Blade, why did you still try to harm me?"

Su Zheqiu said, "I can't let you meet with the Iron-Clad Ancestor. If you compare accounts, you might suspect me. My divine skill is not yet complete, and I can't let the world know that the Eight Directions Blade of the Mysterious Gate is in my hands. So I deliberately revealed your whereabouts, attracting a large number of assassins. If you die here, no one will know who the Eight Directions Blade of the Mysterious Gate actually fell into. The world will suspect Lu Er, will suspect Wei Manzi, will suspect Tingfeng Pavilion, but they will not suspect me, because I am just a cripple."

An Qingwan nodded: "You are very good at scheming."

Su Zheqiu said, "But I overlooked you."

An Qingwan said, "It's not your fault."

Su Zheqiu said, "It's really not my fault."

He gently stroked the blade, as if caressing a lover.

At that moment, a cacophony of shouts and cries of battle erupted in the distance.

An Qingwan said, "You still have a backup plan?"

Su Zheqiu said, "Of course I have a backup plan. Half of the people in this village are my people. I put the Heart-Eating Gu on them, and they are absolutely loyal to me. An Qingwan, you must die tonight. Only when you are dead can I be at ease."

An Qingwan drew her sword: "Are you sure you can beat me?"

Su Zheqiu shook his head: "You don't know how terrifying the Qimen Bafang Saber is. A hundred years have passed, and too many people have forgotten how terrifying this saber technique is. I will kill you. I chose this place as the location to make my move because I was afraid that Lu Er and the others would make a mistake."

The aura emanating from him grew increasingly terrifying.

He stood there, seemingly no longer a person, but a knife.

An Qingwan said to Lan Xiaogu, "Take Miss Jin out and hide for a while."

Lan Xiaogu was decisive; she pulled the distraught Jin Xueyi outside.

Looking around, there were at least several dozen people outside.

These men were Su Zheqiu's subordinates, who came to provide support after hearing the commotion.

"This is a bit difficult."

Lan Xiaogu was ultimately alone.

Now, all she can do is hope that An Qingwan can still defeat the "Qimen Bafang Dao" divine skill.

Just as she pulled out her long, soft whip, a series of loud explosions suddenly came from behind her.

Outside, everyone looked at the bamboo house at the same time, only to see that the bamboo house had been blown to pieces by the impact of the force.

Crackling!

Amidst the swirling dust, a crimson blade suddenly flew out.

The knife had been hidden inside the bamboo wall all along. As soon as it appeared, it emitted a piercing shriek, as if a demon had appeared in the world, causing great horror.

Su Zheqiu grabbed the long sword and laughed heartily: "As the first person to witness the reappearance of the Qimen Bafang Sword in a hundred years, you should feel honored."

With a slash, the blade light multiplied into countless layers, completely enveloping an area of ​​three zhang in radius.

Houses, grass, trees, and bamboo were all smashed to pieces.

No one dared to confront the blade's light head-on, not even An Qingwan.

This strike was a strike that was almost divine.

The fact that the "Eight Directions Blade of Qimen" could change Su Zheqiu so much in just a few months proves that it truly deserves its reputation as a divine skill.

Given time, Su Zheqiu will surely become a master of his generation.

But he happened to encounter a true master.

Just as Su Zheqiu never expected An Qingwan to suddenly appear and disrupt his plans, he now also never expected that An Qingwan had just acquired an extraordinary sword technique.

Moreover, the moment she acquired the sword technique, An Qingwan had already mastered it to perfection.

This sword technique is neither flashy nor domineering; it is simply fast, the fastest in the world!

Arrive quickly, even if you start late, you'll arrive first.

It was as fast as a bolt of lightning.

So fast that the sword had already pierced the opening the moment the flaw was detected.

"you……"

Su Zheqiu remained standing, still holding the knife, but the dazzling light of the blades had gradually faded away.

Bamboo leaves fluttered down from the sky, swirling past his eyes. His gaze followed the leaves until it finally landed on An Qingwan, who was about a foot away from him.

He saw it.

Other people around also saw it.

The most ordinary sword in An Qingwan's hand was stuck in his heart.

"His swordsmanship is excellent, and his sword is superb, but he himself is quite ordinary."

"You've been sitting for too long and have forgotten how to stand."

P.S.: Thanks to Moonfire for the knife.

Twenty-five or thirty years, a grand dream

Once a habit is formed, it is very difficult to change it suddenly.

Su Zheqiu died because of his habits.

Because it had become a habitual breathing technique, he revealed his true strength to An Qingwan.

Because he had been pretending to have a broken leg for many years, his footwork was flawed when he first stood up and used the Qimen Bafang Dao.

In a sparring match between martial arts masters, the outcome is sometimes determined not by who is stronger, but by who can better exploit the opponent's weaknesses.

An Qingwan dared not claim to be the most skilled swordsman in the world at finding weaknesses.

But she is indeed very good at finding weaknesses.

The moment Su Zheqiu revealed a weakness, she drew her sword.

Ah Fei's swift sword is a killing technique, a technique that pursues quick kills; defeating an enemy always requires only one strike.

This time, An Qingwan indeed only used one sword strike.

This sword pierced through the sky full of flashing blades, through the falling leaves of the bamboo forest, and through the cries of birds.

At this moment, the vast bamboo forest fell into a long silence.

Everyone who looked at An Qingwan, at the sword in An Qingwan's hand, and at Su Zheqiu, who was frozen like a fossil, could no longer hear any other sounds; all they could hear was the beating of their own hearts.

One sword!

An Qingwan killed the old fox Su Zheqiu, who had been plotting for more than 20 years and finally obtained the world's most powerful martial art, the Qimen Bafang Dao, with just one sword strike!

Is this really not a dream?

The silence was finally broken when Lan Xiaogu tripped over herself in surprise and muttered to herself.

"Is this your true strength?"

An Qingwan's sword was not flashy.

But she looked magnificent in the moonlight.

Everyone present admired the figure in white, as pure as snow, shrouded in a thin mist, under the moonlight.