Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 120 Battle with the Dragon Soul Girl
Both the girl's astonishing aura and her dazzling flying sword were enough to shake Liu Nan'an to his core.

Nine, Ninefold Realm?

Is this reasonable? How old is she?

Such talented people all achieve fame at a young age, but Liu Nan'an doesn't live up to those titles in his heart.

There is absolutely no such person in Xiyang Chizhou.

Qingchen's eyes darkened as he stared at the girl's figure, and he played a soft tune on his jade flute.

The surrounding air currents changed with the sound of the flute, transforming into countless transparent flying dragons that rushed towards the girl's body, baring their fangs and claws, trying to crush her.

Ning Fusang scoffed lightly, and with a sword strike that could shatter mountains and jade, he severed five dragon patterns.

Then, an invisible current of energy swirled around, and the energy of heaven and earth was all under Qingchen's control.

He's just a cultivator at the ninth level of the cultivation realm. What's wrong with killing him?
This doesn't refer to Qing Chen's realm, which is above the ninth level. She is only at the peak of the eighth level, but with the Dragon Girl's help, she is 100% confident in killing a ninth-level cultivator!

Upon hearing the sound, the girl in colorful clothes twisted her body, creating a dragon soul clone. It shot out and instantly blocked Ning Fusang's path.

The girl was petite and delicate, unarmed, yet incredibly domineering. With a single punch, the air exploded!

A fierce glint flashed in Ning Fusang's eyes. So what if it was a dragon soul? Anyone who blocked her path would die.

Sensing the opponent's intense killing intent, the Dragon Soul Girl suddenly gathered strength in her arm and threw another punch, with a faint dragon's roar rising and disappearing into the air.

The moment Ning Fusang drew her sword, powerful spiritual energy gathered on the blade of the Su'a sword, creating countless sword shadows with each strike.

Sword energy crisscrossed the heavens and earth, like stars scattered across the sky, weaving together into a complex cage. The faster the Dragon Girl charged forward, the more severe the damage caused by these sword energies became.

But she is a dragon, why would she care about these things?
The girl charged ahead recklessly, her momentum overwhelming. In an instant, she was in front of Ning Fusang, raising her clenched fist, ready to smash his head open!
Although the Dragon Girl didn't speak, Ning Fusang could already tell what she meant from her eyes.

boom!
Having missed her target with her punch, the Dragon Girl immediately twisted her body and leaped into the air. However, a powerful sword aura crashed down from above. Ning Fusang's momentum was unstoppable, and the Su'a sword in his hand danced with an impenetrable array of sword shadows, all of which struck the Dragon Girl.

The girl focused her power into her fist and punched Ning Fusang in the chest. Amidst the sounds of the flute and the whistling of the sword, a violent explosion was hidden.

Qingchen's flute playing paused, as if affected, but she quickly resumed her playing smoothly.

The sound arts of the Miaoyin Sect are undoubtedly the best in Chizhou!

Ning Fusang did not hesitate at all. He used his spiritual power as armor, held his sword horizontally in front of him, and rang out—!
The Su'a sword emitted a clear and melodious hum, and Ning Fusang flicked his longsword, causing dense sword light to burst forth from the tip, piercing through the dragon girl's body!

The sword light flew towards Qing Chen, and the jade flute in her hand turned a strange note. A curtain of water and sky, like an inverted Milky Way, formed a high wall to block the attack.

Azure arrows shot out like rain, crashing down on the earth with deafening booms!
A swarm of emerald-green scorpions crawled out of the desert. Liu Nan'an's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at the densely packed, gleaming scorpions, a chill running down his spine.

The Thousand Poison Scorpions that he couldn't summon before are now coming out in full force!

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, Liu Nan'an used the Earth Escape Technique. However, the moment the technique took effect, a powerful force pressed him down!
Qing Chen chuckled: "I forgot there was such a rat here."

Tu Zhen and the others were protected by a golden light shield. Liu Nan'an originally thought he was on Qing Chen's side, but it turned out she wanted to kill him, so he was the easiest target on the field.

Arrows formed from spiritual energy, carrying terrifying power, pierced through the air and attacked!
Liu Nan'an's eyes widened as he frantically channeled his spiritual power, layering armor upon armor. The shadow of death enveloped him, and his face instantly turned deathly pale!
Boom-!
A familiar, deep bell tolled, and the azure arrow that struck the golden bell dissipated into spiritual light.

Liu Nan'an narrowly escaped death, his back already soaked with sweat.

Qing Chen's eyes flashed with murderous intent as she exposed Kong Sheng's identity: "A monk from Kongyun Temple, how dare you be distracted and ruin my plans!" Kongyun Temple?
Liu Nan'an was stunned for a moment, then looked at the monk who had saved him.

If he remembered correctly, Kongyun Temple was located in Lingzhou, right? How could the monks of Kongyun Temple be in Chizhou?

I haven't heard of any Buddhist sect holding a sermon recently, inviting other monks to exchange Buddhist teachings.

Qingchen had already guessed Kongsheng's identity.

She had heard of the various Buddhist sects in Chizhou, both large and small. It was rare to find a young monk who had already achieved some level of mastery in Buddhism.

Coincidentally, she had met them all.

The meddlesome little monk in front of her was handsome and had a clean and pure demeanor; if she had seen him before, she would never forget him.

Therefore, it is highly likely that the other party is not from Chizhou.

Located on the border of Chizhou and Lingzhou, a short distance north lies Kongyun Temple. Even within Chizhou, Kongyun Temple is quite renowned, so Qingchen quickly guessed Kong Sheng's identity.

Because she was distracted by saving people, the Dragon Soul Girl seized the opportunity and shattered the golden light barrier with a single punch. When her fist landed on the little monk's forehead, the people behind her held their breath.

Dust and sand flew about, and Buddha's light shone everywhere. The little monk sat upright like a blue lotus, completely unharmed.

A strong gust of air emanated from the golden Buddha statue.

The young monk chanted Buddhist scriptures, each word obscure and difficult to understand. Suddenly, the Dragon Girl clutched her head, her face contorted in pain.

This is a scripture for salvation.

Instantly, the world churned with storm clouds, dark clouds loomed overhead, and a fierce wind raged. The Dragon Girl's aura of violence surged; she clenched her fists and pounded repeatedly against the little monk's golden statue, even uttering human words through gritted teeth:

"Don't, ever, read it again!"

She felt countless magnificent voices echoing in her mind, dense and numerous, like raindrops falling, making her restless and dizzy.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Each punch from the Dragon Girl contained immense power, a terrifying force that made people worry that the little monk's golden pagoda would shatter suddenly after the next punch.

But the golden statue of Futu withstood the first punch, the second punch... and the sixth punch.

"Pfft—!" The little monk suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the golden light around his body dimmed.

Although the dragon girl's power had been greatly depleted, it recovered quickly. She shook her arm, swung it around, and threw a punch—

Zheng!
A plain-colored longsword trembled incessantly. The girl raised her eyes indifferently, meeting the dragon girl's true form. "Your clone has already been killed by me."

"If you don't want to be properly exorcised, then I'll send you to see Buddha; that's the same thing."

The moment the words left his mouth, his murderous intent was revealed!
Then, with a single sword strike, the light pierced Yanzhi Mountain!
With a loud "boom," lightning flashed and thunder roared, strange phenomena occurred, and a torrential downpour began.

Above the little monk's head floated a bamboo-shaped orchid umbrella, and the girl's voice, carrying a chill, came from the rain: "Before I left, my senior brother gave me a magical artifact, which I'll lend you for now."

Ning Fusang said in a warning tone, "Little monk, if you can't deliver her from suffering, don't blame me. I'll first destroy her dragon soul and send her soul to its demise."

Kong Sheng solemnly replied, "I will certainly not fail your trust."

(End of this chapter)