The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

……

Ran Ping listened to the shouts outside and stared intently at An Qingwan.

After figuring out what had happened, he knew that his threats were no longer effective against An Qingwan.

He will face An Qingwan's sword alone.

How could he possibly catch such a sword?

But he didn't want to die.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, he was the ruler of Kuizhou and Wanzhou, commanding an army of 100,000 and receiving covert support from the Li family of Yizhou.

Although he could not become the emperor who commanded the world, he was still able to carve out a territory in a chaotic world and enjoy boundless wealth.

How could he willingly choose to die?

Ran Ping took a step back and said urgently, "An Qingwan, how about we make a deal?"

An Qingwan asked, "What kind of deal?"

Ran Ping hurriedly said, "Spare me, I'll give you all my money. It's not just the money you see now; I've hidden a lot of money elsewhere. This money is enough to make you rich for several lifetimes."

An Qingwan smiled.

Money is a good thing.

Money can buy many things, even top martial arts masters like the Fake Joyful Taoist to serve you.

But because she was blind, she derives far less happiness from money than most people do.

Even without spending money, ordinary people can experience endless pleasure simply by indulging in mountains of gold and silver treasures.

But if she can't see it, how different is there between touching gold and silver jewelry and touching a stubborn rock?

It's more pleasurable to touch yourself.

"You shouldn't have tried to tempt me with money."

The sword in An Qingwan's hand had transformed into a lightning snake.

fast.

It was so fast that Ran Ping could barely see the trajectory of the sword.

He screamed and picked up the knife from the ground. At this point, he didn't even have time to practice his knife skills and could only swing it wildly like someone who had never learned to use a knife before.

He danced for a good dozen breaths, until he was drenched in sweat.

When Ran Ping regained his composure, he realized that An Qingwan had already retreated.

He quickly reached up and touched his neck.

He's alright? He didn't die? He survived An Qingwan's sword?!

Ran Ping was overjoyed.

"So my swordsmanship is actually this formidable..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

It was because fine bloodstains had appeared on his hands and feet.

In the blink of an eye, he had turned into a blood-soaked figure.

Although the sword wound was not fatal, it instantly drained all the strength from his limbs and bones.

He couldn't stand up; he fell to the ground, his face filled with terror.

"You, what are you going to do to me?"

An Qingwan sighed, "How could I kill you so easily?"

She then said to Chen Shida, "Set up a fire at the entrance of the Duke's mansion, set up a pot, and let everyone who has a grudge against Ran Ping come and see."

Ran Ping's heart trembled violently.

He shouted, "No, you can't do this!"

Before An Qingwan could speak, Yi Jian Zhuihun and the others who had been captured rushed forward and dragged him out like a dead dog.

Cold rainy night.

But the night wasn't very cold.

Thousands of people gathered at the entrance of the Duke's mansion, where a makeshift stove was burning fiercely, with a pot of oil placed on top of the fire.

Boil him!

"Let him die, let him die!"

"Kill this bastard, for he ate my two children!"

Amidst the deafening roar, Ran Ping experienced despair for the first time.

"You can't kill me! You can't kill me! The Li family of Yizhou will not let you get away with this!"

"I'll give you money, please spare me, please spare me!"

He shouted loudly and even cried.

An Qingwan shouted, "Put it in the oil!"

One Sword Chasing Soul and the others immediately pushed Ran Ping into the oil cauldron.

They didn't throw it in all at once, but pressed it in inch by inch.

"what--"

Ran Ping screamed in agony as he was deep-fried.

But his meridians in his hands and feet had already been destroyed, so he couldn't do anything and could only watch himself being fried alive in hot oil.

An Qingwan waved her hand: "Take it and feed it to the dogs."

She stopped paying attention to Ran Ping and casually opened the treasure chest she had obtained after executing him.

This time, I'm quite lucky; another sword technique has been discovered.

Yan Shisan's Thirteen Deadly Swords!

The first thirteen sword techniques are already unparalleled in the world, but it would be even better if there were a fourteenth sword technique and a fifteenth sword technique that could be called the sword of death.

pity.

An Qingwan shook her head, determined to go find Sikong Tingxue first.

……

Jiangxinzhou.

"I see."

Gongsun Hongdie, who had been listening to the rain with her eyes closed, opened them when the entire city of Yufu was filled with thunder.

She stared at An Qingwan holding the umbrella, and her previously lifeless eyes finally showed a flicker of emotion at that moment.

"You are not An Qingwan."

"I'm not."

An Qingwan reached out and pulled off the black cloth, revealing Jin Xueyi's face hidden beneath it.

Gongsun Hongdie said, "The real An Qingwan is currently in Yufu."

Jin Xueyi said, "That's right."

Gongsun Hongdie said, "No wonder you made such a big show of it. All of this is just to cover your tracks. Your real target has never been me, but Ran Ping!"

She suddenly threw the sword in her arms to the ground and turned to leave.

Lan Xiaogu's voice rang out from behind.

"you are wrong."

Gongsun Hongdie asked, "Where did I go wrong?"

Lan Xiaogu said, "You have always been my target!"

Gongsun Hongdie's face was cold, clearly indicating that she did not believe it.

Lan Xiaogu said, "When Moyu Valley plotted to poison Sister An, did you specifically instruct those people not to kill me?"

Gongsun Hongdie remained silent.

Lan Xiaogu said, "You should be looking forward to a battle with me. Now the opportunity is right in front of you, yet you want to leave. Did you seriously consider that you are no match for me, so you are deliberately making excuses to run away?"

Gongsun Hongdie turned around and sneered: "Nonsense, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Lan Xiaogu laughed and said, "Since you're not afraid of me, why are you leaving? Even if Yu Fucheng is destroyed, it won't affect our battle."

Before Gongsun Hongdie could say anything more, Lan Xiaogu had already picked up the sword from the ground with her bare feet without saying a word.

Snapped.

Gongsun Hongdie caught the sword that Lan Xiaogu kicked at her.

She looked at Lan Xiaogu's feet, then at her own sword.

Lan Xiaogu said, "Your heart is still not at peace. I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes, because this may be the only duel we will have without anyone else interfering."

Gongsun Hongdie suddenly froze.

She had said this to Uncle Yang before deciding to accept the challenge.

So Lan Xiaogu thought the same way?

She nodded.

"You don't have to wait too long, because I don't want to wait too long either."

Lan Xiaogu didn't understand this sentence for a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, two people arrived from Yu Fucheng's direction.

They are An Qingwan and Sikong Tingxue.

Then, after another quarter of an hour, Gongsun Hongdie finally stopped waiting.

"I don't need to wait any longer, and neither do you. Make your move!"

Gongsun Hongdie had already drawn her sword.

Her sword, like her, was lifeless.

PS: Thank you to Lonely Moon_Poetry for the donation, and thank you to Saigyouji Yaoyaomeng, Night Wind Feather, and Lonely Moon_Poetry for the razor blades.

Seventy-seven mothers and daughters, a sword intent of despair [3k]

Gongsun Hongdie has been waiting for someone.

Because of that person, she insisted on fighting Lan Xiaogu.

She's here because of that person.

Three days have passed, and the flames of war in Yufu City have died down, but she still hasn't seen that person.

Then why should she continue waiting?

Anyway, what she was waiting for was never the person himself, but an answer.

That person arrived; they were the answer.

That person not coming is also an answer.

They are all answers; the only difference is that different answers have different meanings.

Now, she has the answer.

Now, her hand holding the sword no longer trembles.

She looked at Lan Xiaogu.

She straightened her hand that was holding the sword.

She didn't make any special movements, and in that instant, everything in the area around her seemed to slow down.