Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 147 The Situation is Clear

In Guan Zhuyin's wide eyes, spiritual flowers bloomed and sword energy was as fine as silk. He reacted extremely quickly, holding his sword upright in front of him. The cyan sword energy spread out, forming a high barrier.

The speed of the sword energy showed no signs of slowing down. With a soft "whoosh," it pierced through the protective barrier, grazed the sharp blade, and sank into Guan Zhuyin's internal organs.

Fresh blood seeped out, staining his robes red.

Guan Zhuyin, clutching the flying sword, fell heavily from the sky.

The ice surface cracked, and thin white streaks appeared around him.

He's dead?

Above Guan Zhuyin's head, a disc-sized bubble appeared, revealing a world like a mirage.

His senior brother, Ruan Zongquan, with his knees on the ground supporting his trembling longsword, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood as a cold longsword pierced through his throat.
Guan Zhuyin's eyes narrowed sharply.

Even knowing that the world in the mirror and the moon is an illusion, he was still terrified to see his own senior brother being pierced through the throat with a sword.

Just as she was grieving for her senior brother, a figure descended from the sky, and Guan Zhuyin's emotions were stuck there, neither rising nor falling, which was extremely strange.

Ruan Zongquan touched his throat; it wasn't broken, but the feeling of death was incredibly real.

"The illusory beauty of Kongyun Temple is truly wondrous," he murmured.

He thought to himself that there probably wouldn't be such a technique in the entire Zhongling world anymore.

Ruan Zongquan only vaguely knew that the Mirror Flower Water Moon incorporated the methods of the Dream Path, but the Dream Path was profound and ethereal, and few immortal sects had any involvement with it.

The two brothers returned to the spectator stands.

A world of illusions and fleeting beauty, atop the mountain.

Lu Ningxiang brandished her longsword, and countless phantom images of maple leaves bloomed in the air behind her, their orange-red glow illuminating the world.

At the same time, a few stars appeared in the sky. Although their light was not very bright, it was still impossible to ignore!

The sunset glows on the clear pond, the moon shines on the cold river—who is truly superior?
Everyone outside the mirror held their breath, their attention completely drawn to the scene. Apart from the two brothers, Ruan Zongquan and Guan Zhuyin, no one paid attention to the two figures in light blue within a bubble the size of a pearl.

“Junior Sister Ning…” Liang Heng turned to speak to Ning Fusang, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a wave of energy rippled out from the mountaintop, causing their flying swords to shake violently and almost lose control.

Ning Fusang lightly touched the ground with her toes, causing the flying sword to drop half an inch. She then landed on the flat top of the mountain and used her sword technique again. The Su'a sword transformed into a stream of light, followed closely behind and landed in her hand.

The mountain peaks were flattened, becoming vast and boundless, with rolling clouds all around, like ribbons of silk floating or dragons coiling around the flat top.

Liang Heng's robes fluttered as he landed on the ground.

The place was ravaged and riddled with holes; a huge crack split the flat roof in two.

Yang Ruo sensed the presence of other auras, turned his head, and his eyes immediately lit up. He waved and said, "Junior Sister Ning, Senior Brother!"

Liang Heng nodded in response. At that moment, a sword aura shot out from behind Yang Ruo, and he fell into the crevice like a flapping goose.

Liang Heng: "..."

What a stupid way to die, I can't bear to watch.

Liang Heng raised his hand, and his flying sword struck, piercing the head of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect disciple who had swung the sword.

He touched the ground with his toes, flew over the abyss, and landed on the battlefield.

A hint of surprise flashed in Chi Leng's eyes: "You weren't eliminated?"

Liang Heng snorted, "Am I that incompetent?"

That's not the case.

Chi Leng was taken aback, his handsome and aloof face revealing an even colder chill, but he was addressing Wang Bingyue of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect. He tilted his head and asked, "Two against one?"

Liang Heng smiled: "Are you suggesting we talk about fairness with him?"

"Too."

The two of them talked back and forth, discussing how to beat Wang Bingyue. Wang Bingyue's face was a fascinating sight, his back teeth grinding together with a cracking sound.

"One against two is one against two, why all the nonsense?"

Wang Bingyue said with feigned bravado, gripping the sword hilt tightly in his hand, and drew his sword first to seize the initiative!

Instantly, a chill filled the air, and the flashes of light and shadows of swords swept across the sky, enveloping everyone present.

Chi Leng swung his sword on the spot, tearing open a gash. Liang Heng handed over his sword, and the flying sword swept towards Wang Bingyue's face.

He spun around to dodge, the sword light fell to the ground, and a thunderous sound rose from the flat ground.

boom!
Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring visibility. Suddenly, someone cast a wind spell, blowing away the smoke and dust, revealing a sword's gleam aimed directly at the eyes.

Wang Bingyue swung his sword, shattering the sword light. Liang Heng and Chi Leng also retreated several steps, clearing away the sword light.

Sword energy shot down from the sky; it was Li Jinzhen's sword star exploding. Wang Bingxuan's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his sword to defend. However, his junior brothers were not so lucky; they were hit by the sword star and their figures instantly disappeared from the flat roof.

Lu Ningxiang gathered her protective qi, rose into the air, and thrust her sword at Li Jinzhen's heart from behind.

Ninth-level cultivators have an extremely keen sense of danger. Li Jinzhen immediately countered with her sword, but Lu Ningxiang's sword deflected the edge of the Hexing Sword and pierced her back!
As the dull pain shot through him, only one thought crossed Li Jinzhen's mind: he absolutely could not let Lu Ningxiang remain in the mirage!
"Conjunction of stars".

She called out softly, and the flying sword, as if imbued with sentience, crashed into Lu Ningxiang at an extremely tricky angle, while Li Jinzhen firmly controlled Lu Ningxiang's body.

puff-

The longsword pierced through the bodies of the two men.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Lu Ningxiang realized that she had been tricked, and immediately activated her flying sword, sweeping it towards Liang Heng and Chi Leng below.

The powerful and domineering flying sword swooped down, and the two gritted their teeth to resist. The flying sword was like a straight line, passing through the protective qi defense and taking away all the cultivators in its path!
Wang Bingyue barely escaped death. Before he could catch his breath, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. A plain longsword was splattered with blood.

Ning Fusang dealt with Wang Bingyue, and the situation became clear immediately.

She and one senior sister remain in the Southern Star Sword Sect, while the Autumn Frost Sword Sect has five disciples remaining.

It's almost as if the outcome is already decided.

Lu Ningxiang, Li Jinzhen, and seven or eight others almost simultaneously fell out of Mirror Flower Water Moon. Upon seeing Wang Bingyue there, Lu Ningxiang's eyes widened slightly: "Why are you out here too?"

She didn't know how many disciples of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect and the Southern Star Sword Sect made up the remaining portion of the Mirror Flower Water Moon, so she deliberately took away the two with the highest cultivation levels, leaving Wang Bingyue inside. As a result, Wang Bingyue was eliminated.
Wang Bingyue knew Lu Ningxiang's intentions, but he felt ashamed for having failed her good intentions.

To be honest, he didn't even see the face of the person who drew the sword.

Before Wang Bingyue died, he only saw a quiet, light blue hem of clothing.

When they returned to the stands, both Liang Heng and Chi Leng exuded a gloomy aura.

If they had dodged Lu Ningxiang's sword strike, the scales of victory wouldn't have tipped completely in favor of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect.

Do we even need to calculate the win rate for a 2 vs. 5 situation?
Seeing the situation reflected in the mirror, Wang Bingyue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

Although he was eliminated, in the illusion of life, their Autumn Frost Sword Sect still has five people!

The Rain Sect Master smiled and said, "It seems that the champion of this Lingzhou Sword Tournament is already in the hands of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect. I would like to congratulate Sect Master Lu."

(End of this chapter)