Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Ning Fusang rolled her eyes speechlessly.

She knew that the silkworm spirit was a useless thing that only consumed spiritual power.

A soft voice drifted through the air: "Fellow Daoist Ning, to be distracted at a time like this is surely showing a lack of respect for me, isn't it?"

In a battle between masters, the situation changes in an instant. Even though Ning Fusang was only distracted for less than half a breath, the sharp sword energy had already pierced through her arm, and blood slowly stained her robe.

Ning Fusang thought to herself that besides physical training, she should also prepare some methods for healing injuries. The speed at which spiritual energy repairs wounds is too slow.

She remained silent, and clusters of pale purple light, rolling like thunder and lightning, crashed towards her with the force to destroy cities and mountains.

Ning Fusang actually saw the formidable sword intent within this sword strike.

She quickly cleared her mind of distractions, thrusting out her sword. Strands of invisible light rippled from the blade.

This time, it was Feng Fuying's turn to be surprised.

Sword intent.

Although it was an unformed sword intent, it was still astonishing enough.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his figure spiraled out of control, transforming into a vibrant red afterimage as he thrust his sword forward.

Clang!
Ning Fusang received the sword strike, his blood and qi surged in his chest, and his internal organs seemed to shift, only returning to their original positions after a long time.

Feng Fuying appeared behind her and slashed down with his sword.

Another clear, resonant sound rang out.

Ning Fusang dragged her weary body, her longsword pressed against the magnificent phoenix feather sword, and in her eyes she seemed to see a crimson-gold light flowing across the blade.

Before she could think any further, Feng Fuying flicked her longsword, unleashing a torrent of sword energy that poured down like a downpour.

The two figures constantly changed positions, but each time a sword rang out, sometimes soft, sometimes loud, like a dense drumbeat, creating a powerful sound.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged over a hundred blows at a speed that defied description.

"To be able to fight so evenly in a battle against someone of a higher level is already quite impressive."

"Hmph! What do you mean by a fair fight? Ning Fusang is all bruised and battered, while Young Master Fuying is completely unharmed!"

"How come you're completely unharmed? Doesn't the hair that was just cut off count?"

"Although both of them are very strong, there can only be one winner, and it will definitely be Young Master Fu Ying of Phoenix Feather Palace."

"I don't think so. The Hundred Days Arena only lasts for eleven hours."

"Heh, are you joking? A mere eighth-level cultivator can withstand eleven hours of attacks from Young Master Fu Ying?"

"It seems that Fairy Ning has been holding on for thirteen hours, hasn't she?"

"That doesn't mean she can hold on for another eleven hours!"

The two parties involved were naturally unaware of the argument that was taking place among the crowd.

Although Ning Fusang was at a disadvantage, she fought back with all her might, and her fierce offensive was almost completely dismantled.

She held her sword horizontally in front of her for defense, retreating step by step until she was close to the edge of the arena. Then, she used a shrinking technique to return to the center of the arena.

"Fellow Daoist Ning's hands are already injured like this, do you still want to continue?" Feng Fuying said with a sigh.

Her sword-wielding hand was covered in blood, the wounds revealing the bone, but she seemed oblivious to the pain, coldly saying, "Aren't you still alive?"

Feng Fuying smiled indifferently: "In the arena battle, I have no intention of taking your life, Miss Ning. You flatter me, Fairy Ning."

He deliberately misinterpreted Ning Fu's meaning.

Ning Fusang sneered, unleashed her spiritual power, and moved with extreme speed, slashing horizontally with her sword.

The silkworm spirit saw that the spiritual energy in the dantian where it was located was evaporating in large quantities like raindrops flying backwards, and the water in the spirit lake was quickly reduced to more than half.

This was the first time it had ever seen Ning Fusang's Qi Sea so severely depleted.

Feng Fuying is definitely the most troublesome opponent she has faced so far.

Spiritual energy was continuously drawn into sword techniques, striking towards Feng Fuying. Feng Fuying rarely felt a chill run down her spine. With a thought, her flying sword circled in front of her, and a vast and powerful torrent of sword energy blocked the surroundings, forming a sword domain that blocked everything.

More than three hundred sword energies erupted from the Su'a Sword and collided with Feng Fuying's sword domain. Within two breaths, the entire sword domain began to tremble violently, and cracks appeared visibly.

Sword radiance, pure and flawless, carrying a holy majesty, entered Feng Fuying's eyes.

His expression changed, and he retreated. Behind him, a sword star, like an arrow of time and a shuttle of years, moved with such speed that it was impossible to resist. In an instant, it pierced through his robe and body.

The sword energy exploded within the body's dantian, and a heavy, pungent smell of blood spread instantly.

Feng Fuying wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with the back of her pale hand, and instead of being angry, she smiled, "Very good."

Like a stranded fish, Canling lay in her depleted dantian and rolled over. "Is he crazy? He's so badly injured, yet he can still laugh."

Humans are always prone to madness.

Hmm? Why would it think that?

Ning Fusang smiled slightly: "I think it's great too."

Qin Mei, the Holy Maiden of Joy in the spectator stands, slightly raised her emerald-feather-like eyebrows.

The cultivation partner she chose was actually Fu Ying, a young master from Nanchun and Hezhou.

With this identity involved, it seems there's no way to bring him back to Joyful Heaven.

Qin Mei sighed.

They delighted that the Goddess practiced the Way of Illusion and the Way of Yin and Yang. Without a suitable partner to practice with, she would be unable to cultivate the Way of Yin and Yang for a long time, which would be very detrimental to her cultivation.

If she wants to be among the top in Lingzhou, she can no longer delay in studying the Yin-Yang Dao.

Qin Mei reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

Although she was quite fond of this man, her spiritual practice was still more important.

Phoenix Feather Palace would definitely not send someone to Joyful Heaven.

Qin Mei lowered her eyes, pondering a suitable candidate. Although the cultivation of Yin and Yang was urgent, she couldn't be casual about choosing a cultivation partner.

The other party's qualifications are definitely something we need to consider.

However urgent this matter may be, we should wait until the Five Continents Conference concludes before discussing it further.

Thinking of this, Qin Mei raised her eyes and continued watching the battle.

Feng Fuying's robes were a vibrant red, and from a distance, the bloodstains were not very noticeable. Ning Fusang's robes, on the other hand, were an elegant moon-white, stained with blood in patches here and there.

The girl's features, drawn with the precision of a painter's brush, convey a resolute expression and a mature beauty beyond her years.

She gently swung her sword, its aura clear and bright as a cold star.

Feng Fuying chuckled: "With only five of you from the Southern Star Sword Sect defending the arena, the flaws in the Southern Star Sword Technique have already been discovered by others."

"Ning Xianzi's Southern Star Sword cannot win this arena match."

However, Ning Fusang drew his sword.

The swaying star, guided by the Su'a sword, constantly changed positions in the sky, its complex trajectory completely incomprehensible to outsiders.

Yu Wanwu, Shen Hongxue, Duanmu Meiqing, and other powerful practitioners of the Southern Star Sword leaned forward slightly, their eyes revealing a unique emotion.

White rainbows rose up, blasting across the arena.

The crowd was silent, utterly still.

A crisp cracking sound rang in everyone's ears. Following the sound, they saw that the seemingly impregnable barrier had developed a tiny, needle-like crack.

Ning Fusang herself was also blasted away by this immense force, but she managed to stay on the stage by supporting herself with her sword.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, but in reality it was only a few blinks of an eye before the white light faded, and everyone awoke as if from a dream.

(End of this chapter)