The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

On that snowy winter day, he encountered Ouyang Yuantu, the former leader of the Ironclad Gang, on Dongting Lake.

In fact, he only wanted to keep the money bag wrapped around the "corpse" for himself, but Ouyang Yuantu, who was pulled onto the boat by him, mistakenly thought that he was his savior.

Afterwards, Ouyang Yuantu took him as his apprentice, brought him into the Ironclad Gang, and devoted himself to training him.

A fisherman's son, and his life was changed just like that.

A fisherman's son thus learned that he could change his life in this way.

From then on, he practiced the "principle" he had realized on that day amidst the flying snow on Dongting Lake.

He won over his fellow disciples and framed his biggest rival, eventually becoming the leader of the Ironclad Gang.

He skillfully navigated the complexities of the situation, deliberately fabricating various stories of punishing evil and promoting good, making the Ironclad Gang famous throughout Hunan.

He spent a full thirty years transforming the once obscure Ironclad Gang into the most powerful sect in Hunan, finally making himself a respected leader in the martial arts world of Hunan.

He should have become a legend, an ageless legend in the martial arts world.

He was just one step away from that legend, which was the "Eight Directions of Qimen Blade".

As long as I can obtain that sword technique that is said to be able to turn the rotten into the miraculous, as long as I can truly ascend to the position of Grandmaster, as long as...

but.

An Qingwan has appeared!

This blind woman saw right through him.

"Ha ha!"

The Iron-Clad Ancestor burst into wild laughter.

"You think I've lost? How naive! Man can conquer nature!"

Amidst his maniacal laughter, he suddenly lunged at Lan Xiaogu.

His target was the "Qimen Bafang Dao" sword manual that Lan Xiaogu held in her hand.

Once we get there...

As long as we get that sword manual.

Everything can start over, and everything lost will come back!

The Iron-Clad Ancestor's move was extremely sudden; almost no one in the main hall had expected him to have such a trick up his sleeve.

"careful!"

Some people cried out.

However, the Iron-Clad Ancestor underestimated Lan Xiaogu.

Although the title of "Number One Assassin in the World" is somewhat undeserved, Lan Xiaogu is ultimately a top-notch expert in the martial arts world.

Lan Xiaogu tossed the sword manual aside, then lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped onto the wooden beam of the main hall.

an inch!

The Iron-Clad Ancestor's right index finger was only an inch away from the sword manual.

But that one inch was like an insurmountable chasm, forever separating him from the sword manual.

No matter how far he reached out or how wide he stared, he was still just an inch short.

He could only watch helplessly.

Watching the sword manual fly into An Qingwan's hands.

This was the last time he saw it.

In that one glance, it seemed as if he had lived out his entire life.

"The 'Eight Directions Sword Technique' is a peerless sword technique, one of the brightest stars in the world of swordsmanship. But while the sword technique is excellent, the hearts of the people involved are not necessarily good. Because of it, the Su family was nearly wiped out; because of it, innocent constables in Zhen'an County were brutally murdered; because of it, forty-eight innocent villagers in Xia Cai Village died tragically. No matter who it falls into, even if it is only mentioned in passing, it will inevitably lead to countless killings."

An Qingwan raised her left hand, and a tinderbox appeared in her palm without her noticing.

"To prevent more innocent people from dying because of it, today, I will destroy it in front of everyone in this ancestral hall of the Ironclad Gang!"

The clear and melodious voice echoed in the hall, as deafening as the sound of a great bell.

In fact, the moment everyone saw An Qingwan take out the tinderbox, they already knew what she was going to do.

But they still find it hard to believe.

I thought it was just an illusion.

It wasn't until An Qingwan blew on the tinderbox, until flames shot up from the tinderbox, and until the flames ignited the sword manual, that they finally came to their senses.

correct.

An Qingwan is indeed going to ruin "The Eight Directions of Qimen Blade"!

"No!"

The Iron-Clad Ancestor let out a heart-wrenching roar.

He ran towards An Qingwan.

At the same time, it wasn't just the Iron-Clad Ancestor who was shouting.

There were also many onlookers.

"What a waste! What a waste!"

"You...you...are you insane? This kind of rare swordsmanship, you actually...you actually..."

"Stop now! It's not too late to stop!"

No matter how much they shouted, the flames continued to burn, growing ever faster.

The firelight illuminated the main hall, An Qingwan's face, and the faces of everyone around her.

An Qingwan couldn't see, but at this moment she could see better than anyone else.

The flames burned not the silk, but the obsessions and last vestiges of human desire.

At this moment, the Iron-Clad Ancestor finally pounced on him.

But it's too late.

He didn't pounce on the sword manual; when he opened his hands, all he caught were the scattered ashes.

ash.

Looking at the ashes in his hands, the Iron-Clad Ancestor laughed louder and louder.

He thought An Qingwan was ruthless enough, but he never expected that there would be someone even more ruthless.

"Hahahaha!"

He was crazy, completely crazy.

He knelt on the ground, his hair disheveled, crying and laughing at the same time.

His laughter no longer carried confidence or arrogance; all that could be heard was sorrow.

He is old.

I grew old in a quarter of an hour.

He's so old his back is hunched over.

An Qingwan drew her sword.

This sword strike was very slow.

Everyone clearly saw the trajectory of the sword's movement.

Everyone clearly saw An Qingwan's wrist trembling.

But this sword strike was heavier than any of the previous ones.

It sliced ​​open the neck of the Iron-Clad Ancestor, it sliced ​​open the incense burner in the main hall, it sliced ​​open the statue in the main hall.

When blood began to splatter.

As the incense ash began to dance in the air.

As the statue began to collapse.

An Qingwan withdrew her sword strike, which was as unforgettable as fireworks on New Year's Day, and said something even more unforgettable.

"The 'Eight Directions Blade of Qimen' has been destroyed. From now on, anyone in the martial world who is not convinced can come to me. I will kill one if one comes, and I will kill two if two come, until they submit. I, An Qingwan, mean what I say!"

P.S.: Thank you Night Wind Feather, Old Day, Half a Drunkard Takes a Title, Swordsman's Cat, and VlI's Blade.

At this point, the story surrounding the Three Rivers and Four Lakes and the Eight Directions Blade of Qimen comes to a close. An Qingwan has gone from being the guardian deity of Zhen'an County to truly becoming famous throughout the land, though not for a good reason. What follows is a larger stage set by several newly introduced characters, involving conflicts between more martial arts sects in Jingxiang and Sichuan, and the chaos of the world. The choice of Jingxiang as the starting point is primarily due to its ancient setting; Jingxiang was practically a base for rebellion (from the Jin Dynasty onwards, through the Southern Dynasties and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, countless rebellions occurred there), while neighboring Sichuan was a place prone to separatist movements whenever there was unrest, making it ideal for the development of martial arts and courtly plots.

It's quite a coincidence that I didn't intentionally try to cut off the plot for the release, but I just happened to write this part, and then it just so happens to pick up a small climax in the new chapter, which is the plot involving Huanxi Daoren, Hu Bugui of Thirty-Six Islands, and Lan Xiaogu.

Forty-eight cuts of grass must be eradicated at the root.

Kill until they submit?

This is no longer just simple confidence.

This is more like an arrogant and rampant disregard for the world.

To those in the main hall, An Qingwan's words were clearly a declaration of war against the entire world.

but.

She certainly had the confidence to say that.

She certainly had the courage to say that.

After all, she could burn the "Eight Directions of Qimen Blade" without batting an eye, which even made someone like the Iron-Clad Ancestor infatuated with it, like trash. What else wouldn't she dare to do?

Such people are truly terrifying.

When such a person possesses near-godlike swordsmanship, they become even more terrifying.

No one spoke in the main hall anymore.

They just watched quietly.

Watching Lan Xiaogu jump down from the beam and walk to An Qingwan's side, watching An Qingwan help Jin Xueyi, who seemed exhausted after avenging her great grudge, up, watching An Qingwan behead the Iron-Clad Ancestor, watching the three of them walk out of the main hall, and before parting, she didn't forget to casually stab Ma Yue and He Ming to death with two swords.

No one dared to go up and stop them.

No one dared to criticize them.

Because nobody wanted to keep Ironclad Ancestor and the others company at this time.

No friendship, no alliance, can compare to the brilliance of An Qingwan's sword.

Only after An Qingwan and the other two figures completely disappeared did everyone in the hall finally breathe a sigh of relief.

That horrible woman is finally gone!

"The martial arts world is about to be stirred up again."

"Many people will definitely challenge her, not for the 'Eight Directions of Qimen Blade,' but simply because killing her will bring them fame throughout the world!"

"Should we... take these corpses in the hall...?"

"Go on, go on, don't meddle in other people's business."

Amidst whispers, the people in the hall gradually dispersed.

After a long time, the other members of the Ironclad Gang finally dared to show their faces.

They remained silent as they stared at the headless corpse of the Iron-Clad Ancestor.

Although they were not inside the hall, they could still hear everything that was happening inside.

Just half a day ago, they were still dreaming of the Ironclad Gang truly becoming the leader of the Jianghu (martial arts world) in Hunan.

Half a day later, all the beautiful dreams came to naught, and the sweet compliments turned into icy curses.

This is Jianghu.