Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

The water was of unknown depth, black in color, and unfathomably deep.

The Fifth Stream Flying Sword hovered in the air. Looking into the water, the surface was calm, yet there was an air of impending storm.

The flying sword trembled incessantly. Suddenly, an unusual phenomenon occurred: a huge whirlpool appeared in the water, as if the hand of a god was stirring the water.

A sudden gust of wind arose, howling incessantly, causing the water in the entire area to boil and splash up large swaths of white foam.

The cold water transformed into blades, which swirled and danced, heading straight for the Fifth Stream.

The water blades appeared continuously, their numbers increasing, covering the sky and earth.

With each strike of the Fifth Stream, countless water blades disintegrated into water droplets, causing rocks on all sides to fly off and crash into the water one after another.

Qianyuan did not reveal his form, so Wuxi could only defend passively.

After a stalemate of half an hour, the young man's expression turned somewhat grim. This dragon was trying to exhaust its spiritual power!
He exhaled a breath of turbid air and summoned his natal flying sword, "Severing Water." At that moment, there was movement in the water again. The dragon swung its tail and rushed out with great momentum.

But this dragon, with its shimmering silver scales like moonlight and elegant posture, was not the black dragon he had been chasing earlier.

Fifth Creek was taken aback.

Is that dragon not here?

The next moment, the water roared, and an even larger dragon emerged – Qian Yuan!
The two dragons almost transformed into a straight, sharp sword, and charged towards the Fifth Stream.

On the cliff face, Ning Fusang changed into a complete set of magic robes, black robes with arrow sleeves, looking heroic and dashing, looking down at the battle on the water.

She and Qian Yuan also discovered by chance that there was a silver dragon here.

Although this dragon is only at the ninth level of cultivation, its strength cannot be regarded as that of an ordinary ninth-level cultivator because it has a trace of true dragon blood in its bloodline.

Fifth Stream was fighting two dragons alone, and was in an unfavorable position, so he was originally at a slight disadvantage. However, his natal flying sword seemed to contain some kind of supernatural power, which was particularly effective against the aquatic creatures.

In a battle fought on water, the sword cultivators of Xuanpu Mountain were still able to maintain a firm advantage!

Water jets rose up, creating a small battlefield.

The battle situation was changing rapidly, so Ning Fusang took out his telescope to get a clearer view of the battle.

Fifth Stream's natal flying sword is exceptionally powerful. A line of poetry goes like this: "Drawing a sword to cut water only makes it flow more."

The same principle applies to swords.

But after the Fifth Stream's flying sword cut through the water curtain, it seemed to create a space that was either horizontal or vertical, splitting the two streams of water in two, preventing them from merging again.

The vast battlefield on the water was divided into large and small waters by the Fifth Stream's natal flying sword, "Severing Water".

Seeing his dojo destroyed by this human sword cultivator, the silver dragon was furious and swung its tail at the flying sword beneath his feet.

The surrounding air currents were turbulent, but Fifth Stream remained motionless as he stood on his flying sword.

The young man's wide sleeves fluttered as he looked at the white dragon and said, "Your cultivation has not been easy, and I had no intention of killing you. If you continue to be stubborn, don't blame me for being merciless with my sword. Now retreat!"

The last four words, like the resounding toll of a great bell, caused the silver dragon to stagger backward, crashing into the mountainside. Instantly, the mountain collapsed, and countless boulders tumbled down, smashing onto the white dragon.

Ning Fusang meticulously observed the young man's natal flying sword.

Only by figuring out the innate supernatural power of his flying sword can he then think of a way to break it.

Ning Fusang noticed that the water streams that had been cut by the flying sword were still slowly converging.

It's just that the speed is so slow that it's not easily noticeable to the naked eye, so it gives people the illusion that a flying sword can cut through water.

It seems that the flying sword technique of the Xuanpu Mountain sword cultivators has its own flaws, but it is still enough to deal with ordinary aquatic creatures.

The young man was fully capable of killing his opponent and leaving before the waters recovered.

Qian Yuan didn't even look at it. The silver dragon that had fought alongside him earlier had swallowed the youth's sword light and then spat it out.

The sword light amplified in power, striking Fifth Creek one after another.

Holding the Water-Severing Sword, he was dealing with the two dragons and didn't spare much attention to finding Ning Fusang's location.

The opponent was merely a ninth-level cultivator, and had suffered such severe injuries within his sword formation. Even if he used a hidden sword, Fifth Xi was confident he couldn't harm him. Ning Fusang would never have such a foolish idea as Fifth Xi's.

She waited patiently for the right moment.

The silver dragon opened its mouth wide, sucking in a large amount of water. After brewing it inside its body for a moment, it spat out countless ice spears!

The ice spear, crystal clear and radiating a chilling aura, swept up snowflakes and hurtled towards Fifth Stream.

Ding!Ding!Ding!
The sound of the Water-Severing Sword and the Ice Spear clashing was clear and melodious, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes soft, sometimes loud, like heavenly music.

But beneath this heavenly sound lies boundless killing intent.

Fifth Creek said coldly, "Stubborn to the end!"

He no longer felt any pity for the white dragon, and with a swift motion, he unleashed the Water-Severing Sword, aiming for the heart of the silver dragon.

Seeing this, Qian Yuan seized the opportunity, slapped his tail hard on the youth's defense, and a flying sword flew out from under Fifth Creek's feet, automatically protecting its master.

Qian Yuan coldly exhaled a breath of cold air, and the trajectory of the flying sword in the air became much more sluggish.

Just then, a wisp of sword energy flew in from nowhere and pierced through the young man's body!

Fifth Creek looked back and saw a girl in black robes and arrow sleeves standing on the cliff, her eyes cold and indifferent.

Ning Fusang used the sword pellet she had won from Mo Fengjue, but unfortunately, she still couldn't kill the sword cultivator from Xuanpu Mountain.

The young man plunged headfirst into the water, surrounded by several flying swords, including the chipped "Bu Si".

Ning Fusang knew she couldn't kill the young man yet, so she made a quick decision and called Qian Yuan to leave.

The young man said something very true.

If she were a cultivator at the realm of knowledge, she might still have a fighting chance.

But now, she doesn't even have the right to join the battle.

"Fusang, where are we going now?" Qianyuan transformed into a black bracelet, wrapping around her wrist.

Ning Fusang said, "We don't need to go too far. Let's find a mountain. I'll break through to the Knowledge Realm first, and then come back to deal with this trouble."

She hadn't originally planned to break through to the Knowledge Realm so soon.

However, the situation is urgent now, and she has no choice but to abandon her original plan.

Ning Fusang hid the Peach Blossom Illusion in the canyon, which could hold off the young man for a while longer, enough for her to break through to the Knowledge Realm.

At that time, she and Qian Yuan would be fighting two against one, and she didn't believe she would be at a disadvantage.

Two hundred miles away, there was a desolate mountain. Ning Fusang found a cave, made some simple arrangements, and began his breakthrough.

Qian Yuan stood guard at the cave entrance, protecting her.

This area still belongs to the territory of the Silver Dragon Flood Dragon, so there isn't even a decent monster in the mountains.

Qianyuan hung upside down on a tree branch in front of the cave, his eyes closed as if he were asleep.

In fact, everything within a radius of a hundred miles, even an ant, was enveloped by its divine sense.

A woodcutter, holding a machete and carrying a basket on his back, went up the mountain to chop firewood. He felt that the forest was unusually quiet today.

"In the past, there were birds chirping on the mountain, but today I've walked for half a day and haven't seen a single sparrow."

The woodcutter felt uneasy, so he didn't go any further. He only cut some dry branches at the foot of the mountain and took them back.

Qian Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, flew to the top of the tree, and watched the mortal leave the mountain before he abandoned his murderous intent.

If any mortal dares to cross the line, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Qian Yuan will not spare him.

(End of this chapter)