Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 146: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source Right From the Start

The blades of energy rained down like a torrential downpour.

Li Jinzhen wielded the Hexing Sword, creating a surge of energy that split into two, and charged forward.

The gale was fierce, domineering, and so powerful that it defied all reason. Layers of sword energy overlapped, pressing down on the sky as if it were about to collapse.

The wind howled, snapped the trees, and the trees swayed and flew about like dragons.

Yin Congyun and Mo Wuqi's eyes were filled with apprehension.

Is this Li Jinzhen's true strength?

Even though they had prepared themselves mentally, at this moment, their hearts still skipped a beat.

Sensing that the two were at a disadvantage, Qin Mei's spiritual power surged, and the long ribbons in her sleeves flew out, like the nine phantom tails of a celestial fox, stirring up the wind and clouds and crushing the sword energy.

Mo Wuqi went all out to defend, unleashing his Seven Star Plum Blossom Spear and wielding the magical weapon as he forced his way to Li Jinzhen's side.

Clang!
Li Jinzhen swung his sword back, and the spiritual weapons collided, producing a piercing explosion. The nearby sect disciples suffered a tremendous impact on their ears and their heads buzzed.

Fortunately, none of us are ordinary people, otherwise even that sonic boom would have shattered everyone's eardrums.

Mo Wuqi's Seven Star Plum Blossom Spear, its cold light flashing, carried the force of thunder, slashing and blocking, sealing off Li Jinzhen's surroundings, but all were skillfully neutralized by her sword.

Weapons are like that; the longer they are, the stronger they become. In the hands of a high-level cultivator like Mo Wuqi, their offensive and defensive capabilities are brought to the extreme.

But there's another line: "An inch shorter, an inch more dangerous." The attacks of the Hexing Sword are ever-changing and ingenious, and several times it came close to Mo Wuqi's face, only to be caught by the long ribbon in Qin Mei's hand.

Li Jinzhen activated his sword, and the Hexing Sword erupted with enormous energy, shattering Qin Mei's magical artifact, the Wuji Tiansha.

Affected by the shockwave, Qin Mei's feet were thrown into disarray, and she fell backward. She used her magic to control objects, and the soft sword on the ground flew towards her. Qin Mei stepped on the soft sword to stabilize herself, and the Boundless Sky Veil flew out from her sleeve, growing longer in the wind and covering the sky and earth.

Those watching the water mirror from the outside could only see a moon-colored veil that floated like water mist, with bursts of magical light occasionally shooting out from within it.

Before anyone could see what was happening inside, seven or eight people were thrown out of the illusion.

Sizzle!

The Boundless Heavenly Veil was pierced by the sword energy, riddled with holes, and countless fragments of the veil fluttered like willow catkins.

"Be careful, Fairy Qin!"

Mo Wuqi shouted loudly, and Qin Mei became extremely cautious. The Hexing Sword swept towards them gracefully, like flowers parting and willows brushing against each other.

She immediately summoned her soft sword to defend herself. The moment the swords clashed, she saw a faint smile appear on Li Jinzhen's lips.

A sense of foreboding arose in Qin Mei's heart.

She looked back and saw the moon-white fragments of the Boundless Sky Veil, like a beauty's veil, being blown open by the wind, and a sword star shot down!

With the speed of a shooting star, there was no way to avoid it, and it pierced Qin Mei's heart in an instant!
As Qin Mei left the illusory world, her heart pounded violently, unable to calm down for a long time.

When did that sword star condense? And how long did it hang in the sky?
What alarmed Qin Mei even more was that Li Jinzhen had calculated the timing of the Sword Star Burst perfectly!

She sat down in the spectator stands, expressionless, watching Huanxitian's disciples being eliminated one by one.

Huanxitian has already lost this sword-fighting contest.

Not long after, Mo Wuqi also had his throat slit by a sword and left Mirror Flower Water Moon.

Most of the people on the field were cleared out.

The two disciples from Sword Valley exchanged a glance and took advantage of the chaos to fly down the mountain.

Let's hold on and see what happens.

Anyway, the reduction of the illusion hasn't reached here yet.

If we stay here, we'll definitely be eliminated by Li Jinzhen and Lu Ningxiang. "Senior brother, who do you think will be the final winner, Lu Ningxiang or Li Jinzhen?" the young man asked.

The older cultivator, carrying a longsword on his back and with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, said nonchalantly, "It's hard to say."

"However, overall, the Southern Star Sword Sect has a better chance of winning. Among them, there are two experts, Chi Leng and Yang Ruo, while the Autumn Frost Sword Sect only has Lu Ningxiang and Wang Bingyue left."

"I've heard of Chi Leng, but where did this Yang Ruo come from? I've never heard of this name before!"

The senior brother said meaningfully, "You haven't heard of Yang Ruo, but you have heard of Liang Heng, right?"

“Liang Heng is his own senior brother.”

Upon hearing this, the junior brother gasped, then frowned and reached out to shake his senior brother's sleeve: "Senior brother, I don't think I've seen Liang Heng? Did he come to Mirror Flower Water Moon?"

“Liang Heng is the right age and strong, so why didn’t he come to Mirror Flower Water Moon…” the senior brother said, then pondered for a moment and made a guess, “Maybe he was eliminated early? What about Shen Yuanxi? Wasn’t she eliminated early too?”

The opponent is a master who is nearly at the eighth level of the cultivation realm!

"Senior brother, Liang... Liang... Liang Heng!"

My junior brother stuttered.

Looking down the hillside, two figures in light blue disciple robes were coming up the mountain. He subconsciously grabbed his senior brother's arm and whispered.

The senior brother's expression changed, and he quickly took out two concealment talismans, sticking one on his junior brother's forehead and the other on his own.

"Hide."

No sooner had he finished speaking than his junior brother darted up a tree like a monkey, concealing himself. Their Sword Valley disciples' robes were bamboo green, and with the addition of concealment talismans, they blended perfectly with the leaves.

boom!
A massive explosion occurred on the mountain, a peak was flattened by the sword light, white smoke cascaded down like a waterfall, and rocks of all sizes tumbled down.

“It’s Senior Sister Jinzhen,” Liang Heng murmured, gazing at the mountain peak.

"She and Lu Ningxiang have clashed."

Only a battle between Li Jinzhen and Lu Ningxiang could cause such a commotion.

Liang Heng turned to Ning Fusang and said, "Junior Sister Ning, we need to get to the top of the mountain quickly."

The two summoned their flying swords, which flew out, but stopped halfway up the mountain and looked down.

A huge rock crashed into a sturdy tree, exposing the two people hiding in it, completely naked.

"Hmm? There's someone here?" Liang Heng narrowed his eyes, saw the concealment talisman on the ground, and understood.

He raised his sword and, with swift and decisive movements, unleashed the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin" technique.

"Damn it, Liang Heng, that bastard, started with 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One,' is that how you play?" the senior brother cursed, while simultaneously setting up a sword formation, with countless flying swords rising behind him, completely surrounding him and his junior brother.

The flying swords canceled each other out. With a flick of his sleeve, the senior brother unleashed a flurry of flying swords, sending them hurtling out in a dense barrage!

"Isn't it just 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One'? Anyone can do that."

The spiritual energy within Ruan Zongquan's body was continuously drawn out, causing the number of flying swords to rise steadily, breaking through the two thousand mark.

Boom boom boom!
The mountain was riddled with craters of all sizes. Liang Heng swung his sword, and the sword energy surged like a mighty river, shattering the flying swords in mid-air.

Junior Brother Guan Zhuyin suddenly shuddered as a clear, icy voice rang in his ears:

"All Swords Return to Their Origin—"

call!
Countless flying swords descended like dark clouds pressing down on the city.

Among them was a beam of sword light, a dreamy pink, with spiritual energy swirling around its tip, resembling a double-petaled spiritual flower.

A single sword strike splits the flowers!
(End of this chapter)