Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 279 Gray Feather
The howling north wind whipped at Bai Ni's flowing fairy skirt, causing slight frays at the hem.

Tiny fluff balls formed on the silver-edged embroidery thread. Just as she was about to put away the magic weapon, a strand of hair brushed past her ear. Bai Ni's eyes darkened, and she thrust her spear back into the mist.

A cold glint appeared first, and the spear, like a dragon, pierced through the demon lurking in the shadows.

"kill!"

In the blink of an eye, a dozen or so demons appeared, wielding weapons, and attacked Bai Ni and Ning Fusang.

"These demons are all quite powerful, and the ferryman's identity is probably not simple." Bai Ni was worried that they had encountered a direct descendant of the Peacock Demon Clan.

Ning Fusang smiled faintly: "They died in the desolate sea, what's there to be afraid of?"

Not even bones will be left behind, so even if the demon realm wanted to investigate, they wouldn't know where to begin.

"Who do you think you are?" Bai Ni muttered.

"They're just a few demons. If they die, they die. What am I afraid of?"

She, the Mirage Maiden, has traversed the four seas for thousands of years and has seen all kinds of storms. Yao Ling's words are truly an insult to her.

It's hard to say who has committed more murders.

Bai Ni assumed that Ning Fusang was a rogue cultivator who rose to power through robbery and plunder, and that he had countless lives on his hands. However, she did not know that the number of souls killed by Ning Fusang's sword was actually quite small.

The Southern Star Sword Sect is a righteous sect, so she has no need to take the path of evil cultivation.

Even if she killed a few people, they were just blocking her way.

As for insignificant people, Ning Fusang had no time to kill them.

She doesn't get pleasure from killing.

That's something only evil practitioners or perverts would do.

"Yaoling, you don't need to worry about these demons, I'll handle them."

Ning Fusang agreed and then rode his sword to the side, holding an exquisite ram's horn lantern, watching Bai Ni make her move.

Bai Ni's marksmanship was exquisite and agile, flowing like water, radiating cold light and enveloping all the demons within.

Her gun was made of ice, without a tassel, and the tip was stained with blood, frozen into spots of blood.

The blood splattered on the gun, like red plum blossoms, was both alluring and elegant.

Bai Ni's spear moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, thrusting straight forward, its tip slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

She quickly holstered her gun. The demon, whose heart had been pierced with a bloody hole, had just fallen into the sea when he was swallowed by a sea beast.

Bai Ni turned and swept her hand, repelling a circle of demons that had surrounded her. One demon, whose true form was unknown, leaped into the air, only to have its head explode by Bai Ni's Phoenix Nod.

Several demons were annihilated. She made a hand seal to wash the blood off her spear. Just as she was about to put the spear away, a bird's cry came from the sky, and a few gray feathers drifted down.

"Shoebill stork, grey feathers."

Looking at the large gray bird circling overhead, Ning Fusang already knew who the ferry owner was.

Kong Yeqing, son of the Peacock Demon King!

Bai Ni didn't recognize any gray feathers. She looked at the shoebill stork and frowned. "This demon's strength is on a completely different level from the previous ones."

Ning Fusang thought to himself, "Of course they're not on the same level."

Huiyu is Kong Yeqing's confidant. His presence here suggests that Kong Yeqing is not far away.

Back in the demon realm, she even joined forces with Kong Yeqing to capture a giant snake that had transformed into a dragon. At that time, Kong Yeqing held back somewhat.

His true strength is far more than what it appears on the surface.

However, Ning Fusang was not worried that Kong Yeqing would recognize her. In the demon realm, she wore the Misty Demon Mask, and her aura was completely different from now.

Furthermore, cultivation level is the hardest to fake. Jade Belt Butterfly Lord is only a superficial early stage of the Knowledge Realm, while she is a genuine mid-stage Knowledge Realm cultivator. Ning Fusang's mind raced as she thought of Kong Yeqing's purpose in coming to the Desolate Sea. In the Demon Realm, his words to her were half true and half false.

He captured the dragon not as a gift for the Peacock Demon King's birthday, but to make the dragon transform into a dragon first, and then take the treasures from its body.

If she wasn't mistaken, the other dragon in the Dragon Transformation Pool was the one from the mud pit.

Grey Feather's eyes gleamed, locking onto the two of them. Its enormous beak, like a sharp sword, pierced towards Ning Fusang.

Zheng!
The Dragon Bone Sword was still in the Dragon Transformation Pool. Ning Fusang used the "Qing Suo" sword to meet it. The blades emitted a crisp and clear sound, and sparks flew everywhere!

The cyan and pink sword lights flew back and forth, and Gray Feather spun around and barely dodged the sudden ice spear.

With a light tap of his toes, he leaped high into the air using the shaft of the Ice Spear, spread his wings, and unleashed a barrage of gray feathered arrows.

Boom boom boom!
Huge waves erupted from the sea.

Bai Ni pointed her spear, and water sprayed out, freezing into ice shards in mid-air as it hurtled towards Hui Yu.

Using his control over the wind and his advantage in the sky, he dodged Bai Ni's attack. A sword strike from behind, with lightning speed, hit him in the back.

"puff--"

Gray Feather coughed up blood and plummeted straight towards the sea. A sword aura skimming the water's surface struck again.

His pupils contracted, he transformed into human form, and retreated.

The man was dressed in a gray robe embroidered with auspicious clouds, and his face was ashen. It was clear at a glance that he was not human.

Gray Feather spoke coldly, "This is land occupied by my demon race..."

"Pah!" Bai Ni quickly interrupted him. "The Desolate Sea is an unclaimed land. I have roamed the world for eight hundred years and have never heard of any human or demon occupying the Desolate Sea. You have quite the nerve."

Gray Feather, not as quick-witted as her, was speechless for a moment, but thought to himself, "This woman claims to have roamed the world for eight hundred years. She must be an old monster. No wonder she is so powerful."

Looking at another girl in a silk robe, she wielded two exquisite swords. There were very few people in the world who were skilled in using two swords.

His eyes flickered as he looked at Ning Fusang. "Are you from Fengshuangtai?"

Fengshuang Terrace.

Zhongling is one of the most reclusive sects in the world.

Like Xuanpu Mountain, it is detached from worldly affairs, and its disciples who travel among people are very low-key.

Bai Ni had no doubt about Ning Fusang's identity as a rogue cultivator.

Fengshuangtai is a prestigious and righteous sect; how could it possibly associate with a demon like her? Righteous sects generally hold prejudices against demons.

Only rogue practitioners and unorthodox practitioners don't care much about these things.

But Yao Ling never lost control of her spiritual power or acted violently. Bai Ni had also witnessed her cultivation; every wisp of spiritual energy was not simply compressed hastily.

Yao Ling never held back his turbid spiritual power, which was mixed with impure thoughts.

Although she was a rogue cultivator, she knew very well that taking shortcuts was only a temporary solution, and would not lead to the summit.

Most evil cultivators die in the later stages of their cultivation when they lose control of the violent spiritual energy within their bodies and self-destruct.

Those unaware of the truth might think this is a case of the wicked getting their just desserts, but in reality, Heaven is merciless, treating all things as straw dogs, and treating good and bad people the same.

Ning Fusang didn't exchange any words with Huiyu, and with a flash of sword light, he slashed straight down.

With a flick of his wrist, Huiyu summoned his magical weapon, the Xuan Tie Whip.

His magical weapon was four feet long, with a whip handle similar to a sword, consisting of twelve sections shaped like a pagoda. Each section had protruding black iron lumps; when wielded, silver snakes danced, and a continuous, cold light pierced through the sword energy.

A series of afterimages, like ghosts, approached Ning Fusang and Bai Ni.

Ning Fusang swung his longsword, deflecting the black iron whip; the tip of the sword trembled slightly.