Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Liang Heng swung his longsword, unleashing countless sword energies that instantly crushed the vines. The sword's edge pierced through the yellow-clad woman's defenses, stopping an inch between her brows.

"Concession."

The light of the magic circle faded, and the woman in yellow spoke softly: "Your swordsmanship is superb; Anling has lost."

With a wave of her wide sleeves, she collected all the talismans in the air, then turned and stepped off the stage.

"Eighteen consecutive wins!"

"Senior Brother Liang has won eighteen consecutive matches, that's amazing!"

"In our Yuling Prefecture, there are still six people who haven't gone to battle, right? Perhaps we don't even need Senior Sister Jinzhen to fight."

Upstairs in Feixue Tower, disciples of the Nanxing Sword Sect leaned on the railing, excitedly discussing something.

Fan Yuming turned his head and said, "Fellow Daoist Ning, if Liang Heng is defeated, between the two of us, who do you think will go into battle first?"

Ning Fusang shook his head: "I can't guess what Sect Leader Shen and Master Yu are thinking."

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she added, "Judging from this situation, it could also be Lu Ningxiang. Sect Leader Lu would want her to go to the arena ahead of time."

The Five States Tournament is one-third complete, and it's at the most exciting moment. Going into the arena early has its advantages.

Fan Yuming thought to himself, "That makes sense. If it were so easy to guess what the sect leader is thinking, he wouldn't have the nickname 'Old Fox.'"

at the same time.

In Xiyang and Chizhou.

Several leaders of the immortal sects sat together to discuss countermeasures.

"At this rate, I'm afraid our Chizhou won't be able to hold out for much longer. We'll have to end the tournament early and head home!"

"Instead of losing face alone, wouldn't it be better to take down the other states' rings and eliminate everyone as soon as possible? That would be better than the current situation, wouldn't it?"

"The disciples of the Southern Star Sword Sect are always targeting the arena in Yangchi Prefecture. It's simply bullying us. Did you see those two who just went up? They're the ones who defeated Xue Tao and Shao Qi. Now they're even challenging Tao Jiang. Fortunately, Tao Jiang is at the peak of the eighth level of the realm and is very strong, otherwise those two brats would have succeeded."

"Sect Leader Tian, ​​calm down. Reaching the peak of the eighth level is not something that ordinary people can handle. Tao Jiang has a solid foundation and can hold the fort for a while. Don't worry, we still have two ninth-level cultivators in Chizhou who haven't gone to fight yet."

Tian Jinpeng's eyes flickered. His anger had subsided, but a worry still lingered between his brows. "It's true that we still have two ninth-level cultivators who haven't fought yet, but Brother Qi, you've heard of the 'Twin Beauties of Sword Dao' from Yuling Prefecture, haven't you? Those two, Li Jinzhen and Lu Ningxiang, are not even half a century old, yet they've already reached the ninth level of cultivation. How can we be sure that there aren't any cultivators of the right age within Yuling Prefecture?"

"Duanmu Meiqing of the Southern Star Sword Sect broke through to the Knowledge Realm within a span of sixty years! If the timing of the Five Continents Tournament hadn't coincided with her entry into the Knowledge Realm, it would be uncertain who would have won the championship last year."

Qi Min shook his head and said, "People like Duanmu Meiqing are only a minority. The peak of the Ninth Realm and the Knowledge Realm seem to be only a small realm apart, but to cross this threshold, most people still need to spend several hundred years to even touch the threshold."

Taking himself as an example, Qi Min reached the ninth level of the realm at the age of thirty. Such a speed is definitely considered genius, and he himself also thinks so.

It wasn't until he lingered in the Ninth Realm for a hundred years that he finally touched the threshold of the Knowledge Realm and crossed it. Even so, his speed of advancement to the Knowledge Realm was considered fast.

The beautiful woman, who had been resting with her eyes closed, slowly opened them as she listened to the argument. She instructed the woman beside her, "Chen'er, go and challenge Liang Heng of Yuling Prefecture. In this battle, you must win; you cannot lose."

The woman suddenly spoke up, and the leaders of several sects, including the Little Sword Sect, the Azure Moon Sect, and the Dao Talisman Sect, were all taken aback.

The swordsmanship of Chizhou is in decline, and there is no swordsmanship sect among the three major sects. The Miaoyin Sect is the second largest immortal sect in Chizhou. With Qing Chen taking action, Liang Heng's winning streak can only come to an end.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The fact that one less person was available in Lingzhou was naturally a good thing for them. Qing Chen nodded, walked out of the main hall, and flew down to the arena in Yu Lingzhou. Her golden dress fluttered, her black hair flew, and with a flick of her wrist, she summoned her natal spiritual weapon, the Soul-Capturing Flute. "Qing Chen of the Wonderful Sound Sect, please enlighten me."

Upon hearing the woman announce her name, Liang Heng frowned slightly and gave a sword salute: "Liang Heng, Southern Star Sword Sect."

On the high-rise building, Ning Fusang lifted his eyelids when he saw Qing Chen appear on the arena in Yuling Prefecture.

Her gaze fell directly on Qing Chen without any attempt to conceal it. As a cultivator, Qing Chen was particularly sensitive and immediately noticed this unusual gaze, turning around to look at her.

She was a beautiful young woman with a captivating, almond-shaped eye, yet her gaze was indifferent and aloof. She was surrounded by disciples of the Southern Star Sword Sect, all dressed in identical moon-white robes, but Qing Chen spotted her immediately.

Who is she?
Qingchen felt that the girl was strangely familiar; she must have seen this girl before.

Qingchen remembered that she had once fainted outside the Yanzhishan Desert and was under a spell of forgetfulness, which might be related to the girl.

After she regained consciousness, she rushed to the Yanzhishan Desert, where the remains of the real dragon had disappeared.

But then Qingchen realized something was amiss.

When she awoke, she was severely injured, the Divine Turtle Jade was shattered, and she had fought with someone but was at a disadvantage.

But the girl was clearly only at the eighth level of cultivation, how could she have been forced into this situation?

Perhaps the matter of the Yanzhishan desert had nothing to do with her, and that I had seen her after being cursed with oblivion?
Qingchen thought she must find an opportunity to ask the girl what exactly happened that day. Who did she fight, and where did the dragon soul go?

Seeing that she seemed a little distracted, Liang Heng called out to her, "Fellow Daoist Qingchen, are you still going to fight?"

Qing Chen, with her phoenix eyes sparkling, smiled sweetly and said, "Of course we'll fight."

She hadn't completed the task her master had given her, so how could she not fight?

Qing Chen played the jade flute, and the powerful sonic attack faintly penetrated the arena's barrier and resounded out.

"Is this the method of the Myriad Sounds Sect? Truly formidable!"

"I don't know what tune they were playing, but it made me feel uncomfortable all over."

"It's the sound of the Soul-Capturing Flute. Those with low cultivation should recite the Soul-Soothing Incantation several times."

"Is blocking auditory perception useful?" someone asked.

"It won't be very effective. This piece isn't meant for your ears."

Those who came to participate in the Five Continents Conference were all cultivators from all over the country, and many of them were knowledgeable. Soon, someone pointed out incisively that simply blocking one's hearing was not enough to resist the effect of the Soul-Capturing Flute.

In the crowd, a young woman in green covered her ears with her hands and looked up at the young man. "Young master, does the sound of the Soul-Capturing Flute not work on you?"

The young man carrying the sword said, "When I was traveling around in my early years, I consumed a Soul-Stabilizing Grass, which stabilized my soul and therefore I was unaffected."

The girl's eyes were filled with heartache: "Young master, you were also gathering herbs to earn money back then, weren't you?"

Over the past three years, she has traveled to many places with the young man and finally understood what he meant by "dragon's den and tiger's lair".

The young man was a wandering knight-errant, with no fixed abode and making the world his home. He was skilled in swordsmanship and had decent cultivation, so he often helped alchemists go to various dangerous places to collect spiritual herbs to exchange for money, which he then used to maintain his sword.

(End of this chapter)