The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

It was a woman dressed in white.

She was dressed in snow-white clothes and had a snow-white face. Although her eyes were not visible and she did not hold a sword, she was colder and sharper than a sword.

"An Qingwan!"

Even the most oblivious person recognized it.

Ran Ping was shocked: "How did you get here? Weren't you on Jiangxin Island?"

An Qingwan said, "If the real me is here, then the me on Jiangxin Island is naturally fake."

Ran Ping already understood.

An Qingwan issued challenges outside the city for three consecutive days, deliberately trying to attract everyone's attention.

While everyone is focused on the battle at Jiangxinzhou and on "her," the real her can secretly slip through her fingers and arrive here.

Ran Ping's face turned ashen: "What a scheme! But do you think you've got it all figured out? I may not know your plan, but I know your character. People like you are the most kind, the most useless."

Chen Shida frowned: "Are you still going to struggle?"

"Struggling?" Ran Ping suddenly shouted, "Kneel down!"

The sound is like thunder.

He stared at An Qingwan.

"When I heard you were coming to Yufu, I gave orders to all my trusted men that if they did not receive my written instruction for an hour, they should immediately set the city ablaze. An Qingwan, you cannot kill me, nor dare you. No matter how superb your swordsmanship is, it is still just a sword. You can kill me, but you cannot kill so many people outside, nor can you put out so many fires outside!"

Chen Shida and the others' expressions changed drastically.

In any case, they never expected that Ran Ping would have such a trick up his sleeve.

An Qingwan was ultimately not Ran Ping.

How could she stand by and watch so many people die in battle?

That wasn't just one or two people; it was the entire city.

If An Qingwan is a sword, then Ran Ping at this moment is a dark cloud filled with lightning and thunder.

How can a sword pierce through dark clouds?

But An Qingwan was not threatened; she was smiling.

“When I was in Shizhou, I personally witnessed your bandit Cao Ling threaten a doctor in this way.”

Ran Ping suddenly felt a sense of unease.

"Now that I've seen it, how could I not have predicted that I would encounter a similar situation today?"

An Qingwan raised her hand, and a sword flew into her hand.

The sword suddenly transformed into a flying rainbow.

With a sword coming from the west, the immortals fly from the sky!

This sword strike, as swift as a rainbow, was not aimed at Ran Ping.

This sword strike was aimed at the exit of the Duke's mansion's secret chamber, at the rain-soaked night sky, and at the dark clouds that shrouded Yu Fu.

The heart of the sword is the heart of the sword, and the intent of the sword is the intent of the heart.

A streak of light leaped into the sky.

In that instant, everyone—in the secret room, in the gambling den, in the training ground, on Jiangxin Island, Lan Xiaogu, Gongsun Hongdie—all witnessed this incomparably dazzling and brilliant sword strike.

In that instant, the already bustling Yufu City erupted in excitement.

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

The shouts of killing shook the heaven and the earth.

Squads of armored soldiers emerged from the shadows and charged toward the Duke's mansion and Ran Ping's confidants.

Ran Ping finally understood completely.

An Qingwan contacted not only Chen Shida, but also many other people who were dissatisfied with him.

Those people were dissatisfied, but dared not express their dissatisfaction. But now that An Qingwan has arrived, they have no more scruples.

One sword soars to immortality, ten thousand swords return to one!

An Qingwan's sword didn't pierce him, but it killed him!

PS: Thank you to Loli Yue: Gugugu for the donation, Loli Yue: Gugugu, Night Wind Feather, and Please Call Me Scholar's Blade.

I was too tired last night, so I only updated one chapter yesterday. I plan to try to update earlier in the future.

Seventy-six kills for Ran Ping, thirteen deadly sword strikes! [3k]

The city of Yufu was in an uproar.

The shouts of battle formed long, continuous lines, making the already eerie streets and alleys under the rain even more terrifying.

But it's not actually that scary.

Because everyone soon realized that this sudden battle was extremely restrained.

No one stormed the houses.

No one set the city ablaze.

The armored soldiers wielding swords had a very clear objective.

Clearly, this was a premeditated operation.

While everyone's attention was focused on the duel between Lan Xiaogu and Gongsun Hongdie, while the heavy rain blurred their vision and drowned out all subtle movements, the armored soldiers held their breath and hid in the shadows.

They are waiting.

Waiting for a sword.

Waiting for a dazzling sword light.

Now, that sword, that sword light, has finally appeared.

Guided by the flash of sword light, they swung their swords.

kill!

Kill those who try to take advantage of the chaos.

street corner.

Several masked martial arts practitioners cleaved open the closed fabric shop with a single slash.

"It's Shu brocade! We're going to be rich!"

"I just came to watch the fun, but I didn't expect to make a fortune. Hehe, I must worship the Goddess of Xiaoxiang and Ran Ping when I get back!"

The group laughed and began to scramble for the valuable silk.

Just then, a group of armored soldiers suddenly appeared outside.

"What are you looking at? If you don't want to die, then hurry up..."

Before he could finish speaking, a white figure suddenly appeared, her jade-like hands clapping repeatedly with astonishing speed.

Even after several people collapsed to the ground, they still didn't understand what had happened.

Chop them all up!

In an instant, these people were dragged out of the fabric store.

Dozens of steel knives fell, and the men were chopped into mincemeat. They didn't know who had killed them; all they saw was that the white-clad man was lame.

intersection.

A burly man grabbed a woman and, without saying a word, tried to stuff her into a sack he was carrying.

Just as the woman was about to be stuffed into the bag, the burly man stopped.

It turned out that a more beautiful woman had appeared at the intersection, but she walked with a limp.

The burly man's eyes lit up.

A sack could only hold one person, so he immediately abandoned the woman in his arms and rushed forward with a grin.

Before he could even get close, the woman opposite him struck out with her palm.

Bang!

What a sight! A human head was blown to pieces like a watermelon.

Red and white fluttered everywhere, yet they couldn't touch Sikong Tingxue in the slightest.

"It's chopped up."

A cold voice sounded.

Another barrage of steel blades fell.

The woman who was rescued wanted to express her gratitude, but upon seeing this scene, she was so frightened that she scrambled away and fled.

Sikong Tingxue didn't care at all.

She's not An Qingwan, why should she care about these people's feelings?

Everyone moved on.

kill!

Kill those who colluded with Ran Ping.

When Sikong Tingxue arrived at the entrance of the Changshi Mansion, over a thousand people had already gathered there.

The mansion's gates were tightly shut, and arrows rained down from within, preventing the thousands of people from advancing an inch.

One of the men inside the mansion burst into laughter: "You want to kill me? Haha, dream on! When reinforcements arrive, I'll throw you all into a vat of boiling oil!"

Outside the mansion, a man with a livid face looked at Sikong Tingxue and said, "Miss Sikong, we must break through the gates of the Changshi mansion as soon as possible. If we drag this out, I'm afraid Ran Ping's lackeys will recover, and when the battle breaks out, there will surely be bloodshed."

Sikong Tingxue's expression remained unchanged: "It's nothing."

The man said, "Miss Sikong, you mustn't be so..."

Before the word "meaning" could be uttered, Sikong Tingxue had already thrown a punch, and the courtyard wall blocking the way collapsed with a crash.

When An Qingwan is not an opponent but a partner, what does she have to fear in this Fish Fu?

Sikong Tingxue transformed into an elusive snowflake.

She had no more reservations.

She no longer needs to restrain herself.

One punch, and a powerful soldier wielding a bow was pierced through the chest and abdomen.

With one kick, a gun-wielding brute was broken in half at the waist.

Snowflakes drifted across the Changshi Mansion, while blood gushed forth from it.

This place has been transformed into a purgatory.

Ran Ping's chief clerk was no longer as arrogant as before.

He tried desperately to escape, but how could he outrun Sikong Tingxue?

"Spare me, spare me..."

Sikong Tingxue kicked him to the ground.

The blade ripped across his neck, blood spurted out, and a scream erupted—it was as cruel as slaughtering a pig.

A moment later, Sikong Tingxue came out of the Chief Secretary's residence.

The entire mansion had fallen completely silent, yet there wasn't a drop of blood on her body.

Where is the next place?

The person standing opposite her felt a chill run down their spine.