Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

The Muyan River is incredibly wide, its surface shrouded in mist and a vast expanse of white.

A crane cried out and swooped down from the sea of ​​clouds, startling the flock of wild geese flying south and landing on the deck of the ferry.

Rong Jiang climbed up to the observation deck and looked towards the horizon. He could only see a faint glimmer of sword light, which traveled further and further away until it disappeared from sight.

It was windy at the viewing platform, so Rongjiang leaned on the railing and climbed down to return to her medium-sized house.

The ferry was named "Wind and Smoke Ferry." Rong Jiang had not inquired about its destination, but he knew that it was traveling across states and would pass through Shangling City, where he and Xiao Can would disembark.

After sending Rongjiang and Canling onto the ferry, Ning Fusang did not linger there. He urged his flying sword towards the desolate and uninhabited area.

Seven or eight days later, Ning Fusang's sword light slowed down.

In the desolate mountains, yellow sand flew, and a streak of white rainbow sword light, like a shooting star, streaked across the sky and blocked her way.

The young man, dressed in a moon-white robe and riding a flying sword, spoke politely: "Miss, there is something on you that I wish to take. I hope you will do me the favor."

The young swordsman from Xuanpu Mountain was prepared to first offer persuasion before resorting to force.

Ning Fusang smiled coldly: "There is something on you that I would like to take as well."

Fifth Creek nodded: "That's how it should be."

"As long as you hand over that wicked dragon, I will compensate you."

"Apart from a few flying swords, you may choose whatever you wish to possess," Fifth Creek said generously.

Ning Fusang suddenly smiled, held the Su'a sword, twirled it, and thrust it towards the heart of Fifth Stream.

Faced with such sharp killing intent and chilling murderous aura, Fifth Stream realized that what she was talking about was her own life.

That would be very difficult.

Fifth Creek sighed, "Miss, I'm sorry to offend you."

He patted the sword-nurturing gourd, and various sounds rang out from within, clear, melodious, and pleasing to the ear. The flying swords scrambled to emerge.

A three-foot-long white rainbow sword, swift as lightning, swept to Ning Fusang's front in an instant.

The young man's sword-nurturing gourd was still buzzing, but because its outlet was blocked, it could only vibrate and vent its dissatisfaction.

Fifth Creek said helplessly, "Alright, next time it'll be your turn to come out. You can't just bully someone with a sword, can you?"

“It is not honorable to bully the few with the many.”

As the young man finished speaking, the flying sword inside the sword-nurturing gourd fell silent.

Ning Fusang's eyes flickered slightly. Just how many swords were inside his sword-nurturing gourd? Were they all so active that they had developed sword spirits?

Both Yu Cangjian and Su Ajian have sword spirits, but they never communicate with Ning Fusang.

They did not truly accept this owner.

Ning Fusang always used sword control techniques and sword manuals when wielding a sword.

Only the spirit of the Dragon Bone Sword obeys her.

But the young man had established a very close relationship with each sword. Their thoughts were connected, and the swords moved with his mind. He didn't need any sword control techniques at all.

A black glint was attached to Ning Fusang's sword light, which grew rapidly in the wind, eventually covering the sky and becoming majestic and imposing.

The Fifth Stream's White Rainbow Sword appeared extremely small in front of the dragon, like an ignorant child who, unaware of the immensity of heaven and earth, crashed headlong into the behemoth.

The young man squinted at the wounds caused by the chains on the dragon's tail, his voice filled with a strong sense of killing intent: "It really is that dragon from Burial Forest Mountain!"

Qian Yuan glanced indifferently at Fifth Creek, his golden vertical pupils reflecting the young man's slender figure.

It spiraled around the white rainbow sword, floating in the air, the sword's slender body seemingly being kneaded into broken and distorted light.

Fifth Creek called out, "Little Seven, come back!"

The white rainbow sword struggled against the invisible aura, constantly humming.

Fifth Creek summoned a pair of mandarin duck swords, "Bu San" and "Bu Si," from his sword-nurturing gourd. The two flying swords attacked Qian Yuan from the left and right. *Clang!*
Ning Fusang intercepted the two flying swords and stood in front of Fifth Creek.

Fifth Creek said, "Miss, if you were at the Knowledge Realm, you would still have the strength to fight me, but you are only at the Ninth Realm now, and you cannot stop me."

The young man's figure vanished from Ning Fusang's sight in an instant. A white sword light hung above Ning Fusang's head. She looked up and saw the young man slashing out with his sword in mid-air.

However, despite both being at the Knowledge Realm, Qian Yuan's strength far surpasses that of the giant serpent that Fifth Stream killed.

The sword light pierced through the dragon's hard scales, leaving a deep sword mark, but without drawing blood.

Qianyuan's chest was filled with killing intent, and its aura surged. It roared to the sky, and its pressure spread out. The white rainbow sword seemed to be trapped in a desperate situation with no help. It crashed into the walls on both sides and was crushed into countless light points!

Fifth Creek's throat tightened, his eyes turned cold, and he formed a sword incantation. The two flying swords, Bu San and Bu Si, unleashed a sword domain. Ning Fusang could only see countless flying swords forming an iron barrel, trapping Qian Yuan inside.

The air was filled with the whistling of swords, almost piercing her eardrums.

The Su'a Sword is sealed and can only unleash 60% of its power.

Ning Fusang immediately abandoned Su'a and summoned the Fish-Hidden Sword, prying open the young sword cultivator's sword domain and breaking in.

Fifth Xi was surprised. She was only at the ninth level of the sword realm. How could she have broken through her sword domain to enter?

Ning Fusang's robes were torn to shreds by the flowing sword energy, and sword marks soon appeared on her arms, staining her hands with blood.

Fifth Creek said, "Young lady, if you don't get out soon, you will die in the sword formation."

Ning Fusang's expression grew even calmer. "I will not die, and neither will Qian Yuan."

She stood amidst the sword wind, raised her wrist, and Qian Yuan nodded, his figure shrinking continuously until he wrapped around Ning Fusang's wrist, just as before.

Fifth Creek didn't understand what she was going to do.

Both Bu San and Bu Si's flying swords pointed at the girl simultaneously.

Ning Fusang rolled up his sleeves, revealing a small gourd that was as clear as jade. Fifth Xi himself had a sword-nurturing gourd, so he naturally recognized it.

A flash of golden light appeared, and a flying sword landed in Ning Fusang's hand.

Before the amazement in Wu Xi's eyes had faded, a massive golden sword aura slashed straight down.

Boom!

The sword formation shook violently, the sword domain collapsed, and Ning Fusang quickly dodged away, while the two sentient flying swords crashed heavily to the ground.

Ning Fusang moved at an extremely fast speed, rushing towards the horizon and quickly disappearing from sight.

Fifth Xi lowered his hand, and his sleeve was actually torn open by the sword energy just now!

Bu Sanjian, with the hilt of his sword pointing upwards and the tip pointing to the ground, stood guard beside Bu Sijian.

The flying sword "Bu Si" was missing a notch on its blade, and its spiritual light dimmed.

Fifth Creek put away his two flying swords and chased after Ning Fusang and Qian Yuan.

Sword energy kept sweeping in from behind, and even Qian Yuan, riding the clouds and mist, couldn't shake it off.

Although the sword cultivators of Xuanpu Mountain have not yet reached the Spirit Realm, they are definitely at the peak of the Knowledge Realm.

If things continue like this, the situation will be very unfavorable for it and Fusang, not to mention that the young man also has a gourd full of strange flying swords.

Ning Fusang stood on the back of the dragon and looked back. The sword cultivators from Xuanpu Mountain would soon catch up.

They flew into a treacherous bay.

The dragon belongs to the water element, and it is more convenient for it to fight in water.

Seeing Qian Yuan enter a canyon without looking back, Wu Xi knew that he had reached a favorable position for Qian Yuan, so he followed him on his sword.

(End of this chapter)