Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 122 Dragon Bone Transformation into a Sword
As Qing Chen pondered, a sword light slashed towards him. Having experienced countless battles, Qing Chen reacted swiftly, urging the Divine Turtle Jade to unleash its spiritual light and construct an indestructible defense.

The sword light struck the jade barrier of the divine tortoise, and the spreading sword energy, like gusts of wind, stirred up the rain curtain.

The sound of wind and thunder shook the heavens and the earth. The shockwaves from the sonic attack collided with the sword energy like a tidal wave, creating a powerful explosion.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped.

A crimson tinge appeared under Qing Chen's lower eyelids; her Divine Turtle Jade had shattered!

As the longsword thrust towards her chest, Qingchen suppressed her surging blood and qi, flicked her jade flute to deflect the sword's edge, and leaped into the air. Her rain-soaked dress fluttered in the strong wind.

Golden light descended, like a seed that quickly took root, sprouted, and grew into a towering tree.

Qing Chen coldly shouted, "Strangle them!"

Ning Fusang's lips gradually drooped, her eyes filled with indifference and coldness. She gripped the Su'a sword, and wherever the sword's energy passed, the air was torn apart, and vines were destroyed.

But these vines grew endlessly and wildly, and in an instant, they covered the sky and blocked out the moon!

Ning Fusang swept her sword back, shattering the vines attacking from behind. Then, a vine as thick as an arm wrapped around her foot. She lowered her eyes and sneered, her body bursting with sword energy, shattering the vines in all directions.

At this moment, the dragon's tail coiled around the ancient tree, uprooting it!

Ning Fusang drew her sword and charged straight at Qing Chen, the sharp edge reaching the corner of Qing Chen's eye. Her heart skipped a beat.

As a sound cultivator, Qing Chen knew her weaknesses and knew she absolutely could not let anyone get close to her! Especially since the other party was a sword cultivator!
It's not that Qingchen is only good at long-range attacks; if an enemy gets close to her, the jade flute in her hand can also pierce through the opponent's dantian.

However, in close combat, she is at a disadvantage.

Wherever the sword passed, the air was violently torn apart. Ning Fusang charged towards Qing Chen with overwhelming force.

Although the latter dodged quickly, blood still bloomed from his arm. The drizzling rain extinguished the stench of blood.

Qing Chen had already created some distance, her phoenix eyes filled with coldness. The glimpse of the snow-white sword blade just now brought her a long-lost sense of threat.

Ning Fusang showed no mercy and immediately unleashed several sword strikes. The wounds on his body burst open due to the violent movements, and blood stained most of his back.

woo-

The sound of the flute was like a lament. The dragon girl, who was fighting with Qian Yuan, seemed to sense something. Her face turned ferocious, and a wisp of dragon soul uncontrollably drifted into the jade flute.

Instantly, a sonic boom resounded, and Ning Fusang felt the killing intent from all directions, his aura suddenly surging.

A needle-like pain spread densely throughout her mind. The girl's hand holding the sword trembled slightly. Ning Fusang gritted her teeth and uttered a complete sentence: "Your flute playing is so awful, it's better if you don't play it!"

The words and the sword energy fell simultaneously.

The wind and rain were dark and gloomy, the sword light was dazzling, as if countless terrifying demons were lurking in this world, roaring and howling, like a surging river, rushing endlessly.

The coolness of the rain seeped into my skin.

Qingchen, who had merged a wisp of dragon soul into the jade flute, was fearless. She gently lowered her brows, and the lonely flute music, like the whisper of a deity, gradually became calm.

The sound is loud, but the elephant is invisible!
An immense and overwhelming pressure descended, as if an invisible giant hand were pressing Qianyuan firmly into the mud and sand.

Ning Fusang's eyes grew even colder. She swung her sword straight down, and the torrential rain was cut off with a single strike. In the blink of an eye, Qian Yuan broke free of his restraints and burst forth, heading straight for Qing Chen.

The dragon girl's seven-colored robe was slightly transparent, and she blocked the way.

Her petite frame contains an aura more powerful than the deepest abyss.

Ning Fusang drew his sword and attacked the Dragon Girl, who slightly raised her eyes as if to say, "What can you do to me?"
The Su'a sword slashed down vertically in an instant. The Dragon Girl caught the blade with both hands, and when she touched the cold blade, her hands felt as if they had been burned for a moment. She said in an ancient voice, "Su'a?"

Ning Fusang only saw her lips move, but due to the heavy rain, she couldn't hear what she said. However, she didn't miss the fleeting look of surprise in the other's eyes. She guessed that the Dragon Girl knew Su Ajian.

I only recognized it when I touched the blade.

After all, the seal that Master Shen set on the Su'a Sword was not so easy for anyone to see through.

The emotions in the dragon girl's eyes faded, and she seemed somewhat bewildered.

Then, she made a hand seal and chanted, "With my dragon body, I forge a bone sword, and summon it!"

Beneath Ning Fusang's feet, dust and sand surged violently, and specks of golden light flew out from the ground. The remains of the true dragon disappeared in just a few breaths!

Suddenly, an elegant, beautiful, and domineering sword appeared in the Dragon Girl's hand.

The sudden turn of events caught even Qing Chen off guard. She was filled with surprise, feeling that things had completely exceeded her expectations.

She gritted her teeth, constantly telling herself that as long as the sky wasn't blown up, what was there to not clean up in the mess of a mere Yanzhi Mountain?

This is Qingchen's pride and self-confidence.

Ning Fusang stared at the sword in the dragon girl's hand, a dark glint flashing in her eyes. Her palms itched slightly, but she ignored it, knowing that it was the Sword Heart Diagram causing the trouble.

She just didn't expect that the Sword Heart Diagram would react to the Dragon Bone Sword.

This is clearly a newly forged sword, yet it already has a place on the sword's core diagram.

The dragon girl and the sword were of one, their auras blending seamlessly. With each slash and strike, they stirred up the energy of heaven and earth, crashing fiercely towards Ning Fusang!
boom!
Countless sonic booms resounded in rapid succession.

Sword light, like snowflakes, pierced the heavens and earth, while drops of blood, mixed with rainwater, seeped into the soil.

Ning Fusang brandished his longsword, unleashing a torrential downpour of sword energy that crashed down upon the Dragon Girl.

One move, five moves, twenty moves...

Amidst the torrential rain, a dragon's roar resounded, and a vast and heavy pressure stirred up people's spiritual energy, causing it to boil and burst forth, seemingly on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Ning Fusang remained calm, clenching his right hand, suppressing his Qi Sea while simultaneously drawing his sword in defense.

The dragon girl's every move was bloodthirsty, without any fancy sword techniques. The blade of the bone sword was only half an inch away from the girl's throat.

Ning Fusang wielded his sword with the speed of the wind, and even when at a disadvantage, he still had the strength to avoid the sharp edge of the attack.

Zheng!
The swords clashed, producing a piercing sound that sent chills down one's spine. The Dragon Girl's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and every move she made seemed to be accompanied by flashes of wind and thunder.

Just then, a cluster of golden light pierced the dark night sky.

The Dragon Girl paused, glancing sideways. Golden light burst forth from beneath a large bamboo-shaped orchid umbrella.

The young monk possessed a noble and pure temperament, like a snow lotus on a mountain peak, with peaceful and compassionate eyes as he chanted Buddhist mantras.

The obscure words echoed in the Dragon Girl's mind. She grabbed her head, roared ferociously, and swung her sword to slash at the little monk's head!
clang!
Ning Fusang drew her sword quickly, just managing to block the bone sword, but she noticed that the dragon girl's hand holding the sword was not as steady as before.

Now is the perfect moment to seize the sword!
Ning Fusang's lips curled into a smile, and with a forceful movement, she deflected the dragon girl's bone sword. The dragon girl, preoccupied with her fist, slammed it towards the golden, gleaming head that was now before her eyes!

boom--

The bamboo-shaped orchid umbrella condensed into a transparent wall of air, which was blasted away by the Dragon Girl's punch.

(End of this chapter)