Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

The tournament is nearing its end.

No state has ever been able to persist for a full hundred days in the Five States Tournament. Seeing that they are about to break the record, everyone is extremely excited.

Every day after Ning Fusang stepped off the arena, elders would guide her in practical combat techniques.

After several months of intensive training under Yu Wanwu, Wen Siling was no longer as fearful as before. She asked softly, "Master Yu, what are the chances of Junior Sister Ning holding out for the last two days?"

Yu Wanwu said, "A 50% probability."

Wen Siling and her disciples behind her: "..."

This is no different from saying nothing at all.

But they dared not gossip about Yu Wanwu behind his back; they only prayed in their hearts that he could break a full-table record.

Duanmu Meiqing sat upright, looking at the arena, and said, "Feng Fuying from Nanchun and Hezhou has not yet fought. Even if he loses, it's not a big deal. At least he has broken the previous record. Even if he loses, he will still be second place."

The little-known female swordswoman from Nanchun and Zhou has been defending her title ever since, without ever suffering a defeat.

Wen Siling raised her eyes, looking at the female swordsman's figure, and muttered to herself, "I wonder which sect she belongs to, she's so powerful."

Upon hearing this, Shen Hongxue explained to her, "They are people from the Phoenix Feather Palace."

"Phoenix Feather Palace?" Wen Siling's eyes widened slightly. "Is it the Phoenix Feather Palace that has become the number one power in Nanchunhe Prefecture even though it has only been built for three hundred years?"

Such a young force has such a profound foundation.

You must know that their Southern Star Sword Sect has been established for ten thousand years to achieve its current status.

It is said that the master of Phoenix Feather Palace is a powerful expert at the thirteenth realm.

Within the vast Southern Star Sword Sect, there are only three Supreme Elders, all of whom are cultivators at the thirteenth realm.

She glanced furtively at Yang Tiaozhi. This Senior Brother Yang was the grand-disciple of the Third Elder, a Ming Realm expert within the sect. However, it seemed that the Third Elder had already perished.

Therefore, the Southern Star Sword Sect now only has two cultivators at the Bright Realm, and its overall strength has declined.

Shen Hongxue gave a soft "hmm" and said, "It is indeed the Phoenix Feather Palace."

Wen Siling said nothing more, left the lobby, and ran to the corridor upstairs to watch the game.

A cultivator in a dark green robe was about to step onto the arena in Lingzhou when suddenly a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

The cultivator turned his gaze and saw a face that was almost beautiful.

"Young Master Fu Ying?"

Feng Fuying spoke in a casual tone, "Fellow Daoist, please make way?"

The cultivator swallowed hard and nodded, saying, "Understood."

Feng Fuying pulled off the storage bag at her waist, poured out one hundred spirit stones, and slowly walked onto the arena in the spirit stone pool of Lingzhou.

Ning Fusang had already guessed this, so there was no surprise in her eyes.

"I am Feng Fuying, a native of Nanchun and Hezhou," the man said in a clear, crisp voice, enunciating each word distinctly and solemnly.

"Nanxing Sword Sect, Ning Fusang."

Feng Fuying smiled slightly: "We meet again, Fellow Daoist Ning."

"That's really unfortunate." Ning Fusang clearly didn't want to reminisce with the person.

Feng Fuying didn't care. She opened her palm, and a delicate phoenix feather sword, only the size of a feather, floated in mid-air, transforming into a three-foot-long sword.

The sword was extremely ornate and exuded an air of nobility, though it seemed to lack a bit of sharpness. But Ning Fusang knew very well that this sword was definitely a treasure.

Feng Fuying gripped the sword hilt, and his aura suddenly changed, with a faint burst of sword intent emanating from his body.

call--

He casually swung his sword, and the sword wind and energy crashed in like a storm cloud.

Ning Fusang unleashed a burst of sharp sword energy from her longsword, crashing directly into the sword formation. Feng Fuying's expression shifted as she re-examined the girl; her cultivation had indeed improved since their last meeting.

Feng Fuying abandoned her carefree attitude and her sword strikes became increasingly fierce and cunning.

His swordplay was completely haphazard and didn't resemble any complete sword technique.

Ning Fusang understood. How could a power like the Phoenix Feather Palace not have a sword technique suitable for Feng Fuying? He had simply learned a wide variety of techniques and used them separately to challenge her. Feng Fuying unleashed a "Bright Moon Shines," and countless silver wheels appeared in the sky, shooting out flying swords.

The flying swords moved with lightning speed, stretching into countless thin threads, impossible to cut or cleave completely.

boom! boom! boom!
Flying swords rained down, filling the arena.

Ning Fusang's sword aura expanded, but after a few breaths, cracks appeared, and he teetered on the brink of collapse.

The difference in their levels of understanding is especially evident at this moment.

But even if she loses, she won't allow herself to lose like this.

She only accepts defeat when she is exhausted.

Even if her spiritual power is exhausted, as long as she can still hold the sword, she will still fight.

One sword aura after another, their power layered upon layer, unleashing terrifying force.

The suspended silver wheel was riddled with holes and was broken by Ning Fusang.

Feng Fuying, with a calm and collected demeanor, delivered several sword strikes.

The power of each sword strike sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers.

"Young Master Fu Ying truly deserves to be called one of the best among the younger generation in Nanchun and Hezhou. Was that sword strike just now the ninth move of the Qionghua Sword Technique?"

"Young Master Fuying's Zhaoming Sword Technique is also exquisite and flawless."

"To be able to memorize so many sword techniques is already beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"The Phoenix Feather Palace is truly powerful, able to find such exquisite sword techniques. However, if Young Master Fuying could specialize in one sword technique, his achievements would certainly be greater than they are now."

"Yes, people have limited energy. Choosing one main path to cultivate and then two or three secondary paths is about enough."

"Young Master Fuying is not even a pure sword cultivator, yet his swordsmanship is already so outstanding. If he were to abandon the other paths and focus solely on the sword, he would surely become a sword immortal within sixty years!"

The cultivators from Nanchun and Hezhou naturally picked out the good things to say and praised their own people.

The Sovereign of the Phoenix Feather Palace sat firmly on the high platform, taking in all these discussions.

Yes, Fu Ying, if only he would be willing to be a pure sword cultivator.

The best sword in the world should be in his hands.

Invincible.

Shutong Yuanjun sighed softly, telling herself that it was alright, he was still young, and there was still time for him to switch to sword cultivation later.

The best sword in the world doesn't even have a shadow yet, does it?
Shutong Yuanjun raised her eyes to look at the arena. With her cultivation and vision, it was easy for her to see the flaw in the Southern Star Sword.

It's not that the Southern Star Sword Technique isn't profound enough, but rather that the person using it has too shallow a cultivation level.

The eighth level of cultivation may be an unattainable mountain for ordinary cultivators in their entire lives, but for some talented people, the period before the ninth level is all about accumulation. Only when they reach the Knowledge Realm can they be considered to have entered the threshold.

A thunderous roar, stirred by the precious sword, shone brightly and dazzlingly.

Ning Fusang received a bolt of lightning and was forced to retreat dozens of feet.

She had no idea how many sword techniques Feng Fuying had used, and a slight itch stirred within her, giving rise to a faint sense of jealousy.

Why doesn't she have as many unparalleled sword techniques?
Fu Ying, the young master of Nanchun and Hezhou, is truly blessed.

The silkworm spirit said crisply, "Fusang, although you don't have the opponent's peerless swordsmanship, you have me."

Ning Fusang: ?

"You have unparalleled swordsmanship?" The silkworm spirit was a being from the previous era, so perhaps it really did possess the swordsmanship techniques and secrets of that era. Upon hearing this, Ning Fusang was intrigued.

Silkworm Spirit shook her head decisively: "No."

It means that none of those sword techniques and martial arts are as valuable as it.

One insect can overcome ten thousand methods.

(End of this chapter)