The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

But a true sword master's understanding of the sword goes far beyond just speed.

An Qingwan's sword is still focused on speed, so she is not a sword god. She is not a sword god, so she will die here today!

"No matter how superb your lightness skill is, no matter how sharp your celestial flying technique is, against this group of experts, you can only kill one person at a time. But do you really dare to kill? While you are killing, the others will surely be able to kill you too!"

The Happy Taoist still had a smile on his face, but his gaze toward An Qingwan was as cold as ice.

The fragrance of flowers, the sound of flutes, and the extraordinary formation of fourteen masters—these were the three great gifts he had prepared for An Qingwan, and this was the deadly trap he had set for her!

"It wouldn't be a loss if you died here. But if you died at the hands of Sanchi, that would be a real blow. Sanchi's sword has long since transcended the level of man and sword becoming one, reaching the higher realm of no sword is better than having a sword!"

Even the Joyful Taoist was amazed by the Three Fools' sword.

An Qingwan suddenly felt a strong sense of curiosity.

What kind of sword was it?

But she had no time to think about these things now, as the fourteen people were rushing toward her at the beckoning of the Joyful Taoist.

The moonlit night is cold.

I don't know if it was the blade's edge that was too cold, or if the night was just naturally cold.

An Qingwan could not see, hear, or smell.

This was the first time she had been in such a situation since she mastered the martial art of listening to the wind and discerning locations.

She seemed to have fallen back into that pure black world, completely disconnected from the world except for a small area around her.

She couldn't tell where the enemy was, or where they would swing their sword. Even her prized Lingxi Finger technique was greatly weakened at this moment.

How could such a dark night not inspire fear?

In the darkness of the night, facing fourteen experts forming a battle array, how could she possibly survive?

An Qingwan seems to be dying.

She was as close to death as Zhou Zegang was to death when they first met.

But she felt no fear.

In such darkness, in the darkness where no one else is around, she can see herself more clearly, and see her sword more clearly.

Her sword had long since blurred the lines between life and death!

“My sword is fast, but it’s never just about speed. I just want you to think that my sword is only fast. Otherwise, how can I lure you out?”

An Qingwan thrust out her sword.

Then, she thrust out a second, a third, a fourth...

Each sword strike is a transformation of the previous one, and with each thrust, the darkness surrounding her fades a little.

When she thrust out her fifth sword, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to have been completely dispelled. She was no longer a fairy in the moon palace, but the blazing sun that could melt gold and stone.

As she thrust out her sixth sword, all the hidden changes within the sword were suddenly released, and the fourteen longswords that came from all directions were deflected as swiftly as ice meeting the blazing sun.

When she thrust out the seventh, eighth, and ninth swords, her sword had become plain and unadorned. Everyone could see her sword, but no one dared to underestimate it. Sweat dripped down her face.

When she thrust out the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth swords, she slowed down, so slow that her steps faltered, so slow that it seemed as if she were practicing Tai Chi, so slow that her whole body was full of openings.

"Stop! Scatter!"

The Taoist priest shouted out loud.

But his voice was too slow.

The fourteen men formed a battle formation and charged at An Qingwan once again.

Just as they rushed to within half a zhang of An Qingwan, An Qingwan finally unleashed the thirteenth of the Thirteen Deadly Swords.

This sword strike was the very eye that Zhang Sengyao dotted when he painted the dragon's eyes!

In that instant, the Joyful Taoist saw rain, flowers, rainbows, clouds, and countless changes.

However, he did not expect that such a versatile sword strike would not be the end.

What is the purpose of change?

With countless changes converging on a single point, An Qingwan, at the moment of exhaustion, finally unleashed the fourteenth of the Thirteen Deadly Swords.

Everyone paused.

Time did not stop, but they were stunned by that sword and stopped all their movements.

The fourteen people who attacked An Qingwan's vicinity were no exception.

They stared wide-eyed in horror at the petals falling from the sky.

Those were no longer flower petals; in that instant, they became deadly weapons, surpassing all divine weapons in the world. Those deadly weapons ruthlessly pierced their bodies and took their lives.

The Taoist priest looked at the motionless corpse on the ground, and then at An Qingwan, who was also motionless.

This is the realm where having no sword is better than having a sword!

Without saying a word, he turned and left.

Eighty-five heavens and earth, all things, are her sword. [3k]

The Joyful Taoist was always a cautious person.

That's why he found himself a stand-in.

That is why, even when he was certain he could kill An Qingwan, he still did not do it himself.

That's why, upon seeing An Qingwan unleash the fourteenth of the Thirteen Deadly Swords, he turned and left without saying a word.

He underestimated An Qingwan.

Everyone underestimated An Qingwan.

Did An Qingwan hold back a move, or did she gain some insight just now and reach a new level?

That's no longer important.

What's important is the level of character that An Qingwan displayed.

Swordsmanship is generally divided into three levels.

First, there is a sword.

Most people in this world who practice swordsmanship remain at this level.

Even some swordsmen who have reached the pinnacle still cannot escape this level. Compared with ordinary swordsmen, they may be more reserved, understand the meaning of great skill without artifice, and understand the meaning of doing whatever they want, but they are still stuck in the realm of having a sword.

Secondly, there is no sword. (Note)

This realm is beyond the reach of ordinary people. To reach this realm, one needs not only talent, temperament, and inner strength, but also a moment of sudden enlightenment.

What does it mean to have no sword?

Though there is no sword in my hand, the sword is still there, everywhere.

The man and the sword have become one; the man is the sword. As long as the man is there, everything in heaven and earth is the sword.

As the saying goes, the sword is the man, and the man is still the man. The sword serves the man, and the man is the soul of the sword. When you reach this level, it doesn't matter whether you hold a knife, a sword, flying flowers, falling leaves, or nothing at all.

Thirdly, the sword is not a sword, and I am not myself.

This is already a realm akin to that of immortals and Buddhas.

No one can clearly define what it means to be neither sword nor self, because few swordsmen throughout history have reached this level, and each swordsman who has reached this level seems to be different from the others.

In fact, some people believe that there is a higher realm than "the sword is not a sword, I am not myself".

That is the realm of truly mastering all martial arts and reaching the way of nature.

But this is just a legend after all.

The Joyful Taoist didn't care about these things.

He only cared that he had witnessed An Qingwan unleash the fourteenth sword strike. After that strike, the falling flowers and leaves in the world no longer seemed to be falling flowers and leaves; they were a part of An Qingwan, they were even An Qingwan herself.

This must be the realm of no sword.

It may be quite basic, but it is what it is.

In fact, realm and strength are not entirely equal.

But An Qingwan possesses not only a high level of cultivation, but also unfathomable inner strength!

Even if Huanxi Daoren tried his best, he knew he could never defeat An Qingwan.

Since we can't win, there's no point in staying here any longer.

He has other things to do.

He never cared about winning or losing in martial arts.

In a duel between two people, it's not necessarily true that the one with the better martial arts skills will win.

He can't kill An Qingwan now, but as long as he gets what he wants, An Qingwan will no longer be a threat.

A moment later, the Joyful Taoist disappeared.

In the valley, there was no more flute music, no more rain of flowers, only An Qingwan still standing quietly, and fourteen corpses.

Of course, there were also the people from Moyu Valley watching from a distance.

"Did the Joyful Taoist run away?"

"what happened?"

"Did you see what just happened?"

It seemed that he could see it clearly, because An Qingwan's sword was so slow that it had become unpredictable.

They seemed not to have seen it clearly, because when An Qingwan stopped her sword, they saw many things, but not the sword.

Were those fourteen people on the ground really killed by flower petals?

do not know.

All they knew was that the seventy-odd people in the branch were far too timid in their fear of An Qingwan.

"Come on!"

"Spare me! Goddess of Xiaoxiang, spare me!"

Some people ran away as fast as they could, while others came out trembling and surrendered.

An Qingwan did not move.

She was still reeling from that sword strike.

Is the fourteenth sword of the Thirteen Deadly Swords a sword without a sword?

actually not.

In the long-lost darkness, she suddenly saw something indescribable, and felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.

"Just a little bit more, but alas, just a little bit more, and I could have unleashed that final transformation, that transformation that exhausts all transformations, that one that ends life, annihilates all things, that truly deadly sword strike, that fifteenth sword strike!"

An Qingwan rarely showed exaggerated expressions.

But this time, she could no longer hide the regret on her face.

She threw the sword to the ground.

When the sword hit the ground, it shattered into fine dust.

She walked deeper into the valley.

On either side of her, many people were kneeling in fear, begging to surrender.

No one speaks.

They didn't seem to be begging for mercy; rather, they seemed to be respectfully seeing off a king in the sword.

Even the flowers and plants along the roadside bowed their heads.

But this situation did not last long.

After An Qingwan walked a hundred feet, everything returned to calm.