Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 121 Imbalance of Combat Power
Every time Ning Fusang and the Dragon Girl clashed, a large number of Thousand Poisonous Scorpions died. The desert was filled with shattered blue light.

With Su'a Sword sealed, she can only unleash about 50% of its power; otherwise, she could have gained a slight advantage in the fight. However, with Kong Sheng's assistance, she isn't at too much of a disadvantage.

But Ning Fusang's words had completely enraged the Dragon Girl. She was now in a berserk state.

The fists flew in a dense barrage, blocking Ning Fusang's retreat, but she swept them away with a single sword strike. The young woman perfectly exemplified what it meant to move like a dragon and wield a sword with lightning speed; the cold glint of her blade forced the dragon girl to fall backward.

The Dragon Girl twisted her waist and reached out to twist the girl's arm. Ning Fusang reacted quickly, took a step back, and slashed at the Dragon Girl with her sword.

A punch was thrown straight out, directly resisting Su Ajian's sharpness, and a cracking sound echoed between heaven and earth.

Fortunately, the two fought in the Yanzhishan Desert, a desert with no inhabitants. Their attacks landed on the ground without creating any deep craters, and even if there were any depressions, they were quickly buried by quicksand.

The Dragon Girl's fist was fast, but Ning Fusang's sword was also very fast!
boom!
Sword energy emanated from all directions, while the force of the fist dissipated slightly.

A golden chain shot out and grabbed the dragon girl's arm, so her punch was a little slower.

The force of the punch was not solid enough and was shattered by the sword energy.

The Dragon Girl turned her gaze and saw that the runes on the ground had formed a magic array, and pillars of heaven rose from the ground to form a prison.

Chains rolled in from all directions, binding her feet and her hands.

Ning Fusang took a couple of breaths. In terms of combat endurance, the Dragon Girl was simply a monster, a monster with immense strength!

She wiped her sweat with her sleeve and looked at the little monk.

Qingchen frowned, then burst forth, using her jade flute as a sword to strike the golden pillar.

Ning Fusang's eyes narrowed, and she moved with lightning speed to block Qing Chen's path. "A mere peak eighth realm cultivator dares to come here to die?"

The young monk did not commit any acts of killing, but Ning Fusang did not mind if one more person died under her sword.

The girl's imposing manner startled Qing Chen, but then she laughed in exasperation at her own reaction. What kind of storms hadn't she weathered? How could she be intimidated by a mere young girl?
So what if they are cultivators at the ninth level of the cultivation realm?

Below the Knowledge Realm, there are no insurmountable barriers; even if there were, Qing Chen would flatten them!
With a flick of her jade flute, she swept towards the girl's slender neck. Ning Fusang parried with her sword, repelling Qing Chen. A deafening boom echoed behind them as the Dragon Girl crashed into a pillar and charged out!
Qingchen had captivating phoenix eyes. She smiled, stepped back, and began to play her jade flute.

The young monk needs to ferry the dragon's soul across, but what about the human soul?

Beneath this desert lies not only the remains of a dragon skeleton, but also countless human bones!

Where did the Ghost Wind Formation come from?

Naturally, it's because too many people have died, making it difficult to dispel the ghostly aura.

Ning Fusang was caught up in the Dragon Girl's relentless attacks and dared not be distracted for even a moment. However, the surrounding Yin energy was too heavy, and the empty magic array was gradually being devoured.

She had a bad feeling. She turned her head and saw countless evil spirits swallowing the little monk. There seemed to be black demonic energy as well.
Demonic energy is something that all cultivators try to avoid at all costs.

Once you're involved, there's no going back!

Therefore, many cultivators, in the end, must sever their inner demons and attain the Great Dao.

The little monk is so powerful, he should be fine, right?
He is the most talented disciple in the history of Kongyun Temple!

Kong Sheng's path of cultivation has even surpassed that of Senior Sister Jin Zhen.

After the Twin Heavens Spirit Realm, everyone will know that the youngest Knowing Realm expert has appeared in Beiyu Lingzhou.

Ning Fusang regained his composure, gripped his sword with both hands, and unleashed a slash!
The sword light slashed towards Qing Chen, and a hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes. With a flick of her hand, the Divine Turtle Jade blocked in front of her.

High-level cultivators like Qing Chen possess countless magical treasures and their most secret skills are rarely revealed. Defeating an eighth-level cultivator is vastly different from killing one.

Even for a ninth-level expert, intercepting and killing an eighth-level cultivator would not be easy unless the plan was meticulously prepared.

Moreover, Ning Fusang, a sword cultivator who was penniless, didn't even have a decent magic weapon besides his sword.

At most, she could only seriously injure Qing Chen; if he wanted to escape, Ning Fusang wouldn't be able to catch him.

However, since he hadn't yet killed anyone to silence them, Qing Chen clearly wouldn't leave. Little did she know, Ning Fusang also wanted to kill him to silence him.

If they were ants, they could just run away and not cause any trouble. But for an eighth-level expert like Qing Chen, the best outcome would be to be buried in the yellow sand!

Qian Yuan had offered to help Ning Fusang several times, but she refused each time. However, this time when he asked, Ning Fusang agreed.

Qing Chen's pupils dilated in shock. From the girl's fluttering sleeves, a black shadow emerged, soaring into the sky and causing the wind and clouds to shift—it was a dragon!

She fell silent.

Turning to look at the Dragon Girl, he was unsure whether the Dragon Soul Girl could stabilize the battle. The combat strength on the field had undergone a huge change.

Although the Dragon Girl was powerful, she had been dead for many years and was now only a lingering remnant of her soul.

The girl stared intently at the dragon swimming in the dark clouds, her eyes narrowing as she felt offended.

Then, the Dragon Girl took a step back, leaped into the air, and punched the dragon's head, shouting angrily, "Get down here!"

If she were a true dragon, Qian Yuan might still be wary, but now, she is merely a soul attached to a dragon bone, forcibly awakened and used as a puppet. What right does she have to be arrogant?

Roar!
The dragon roared and swooped down! It swung its tail and slammed it down on the dragon girl.

The dragon girl, possessing the pride of a true dragon, coldly retorted, "You beast, you're courting death!"

boom!
She punched the dragon in the abdomen, the force of her punch causing the surrounding rain to fall silently for a moment before it began to pour down again.

Qianyuan had been trapped in the icy pool for a thousand years and had not been able to make a move for a long time. When the Dragon Girl's fist came one after another, he felt extremely happy!

One day, I will ascend to heaven and become a divine dragon, roaming freely across the four seas and the eight directions of the universe!

The Dragon Girl seemed to see through the dragon's thoughts and sneered, "You wretched creature, how dare you call yourself a dragon!"

"You're courting death!" Qian Yuan's eyes were cold as he swung his tail at the Dragon Girl.

The air vibrated all around, and fine rain flew everywhere.

The Dragon Girl's focus shifted completely, and no matter how Ren Qingchen played the Soul Control Flute, it was no use.

"Damn it!" She gritted her teeth, her gaze turning cold as she looked at the Dragon Girl, but there was nothing she could do. She had only awakened the Dragon Soul, but had not yet integrated it with the Jade Flute; she could only proceed slowly.

Qingchen sighed inwardly, "Fine, let her kill that dragon first. If she extracts its tendons, she can forge a Spirit Binding Rope."

True dragons are rare in this world, and dragons of the same kind are equally rare. Qing Chen had only ever seen a treasure like the Spirit Binding Rope in the hands of one person, and at that time she was filled with envy. She never expected that she would have the opportunity to meet a dragon herself.

Dragons are inherently arrogant, and many geniuses from beast-taming sects cannot subdue them. Yet, one dragon willingly followed this girl in apricot-colored clothes. Qing Chen looked at Ning Fusang with deep eyes and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

She guessed that the young monk was from Kongyun Temple, and logically, the girl was very likely from Lingzhou.

However, among the younger generation in Lingzhou, only two people meet the criteria of being both at the ninth level of the cultivation realm and skilled in swordsmanship.

(End of this chapter)