Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 48 Robbery and Murder

A flash of sword light pierced the night sky.

The people from the Autumn Frost Sword Sect couldn't help but burst into laughter when they saw the young man blocking their way.

Because the other person looked so young, with a youthful appearance, fair skin, and big, bright eyes, she was actually quite beautiful.

"A brat who hasn't even grown his first hair yet dares to rob people like that? He's got a death wish, isn't he?"

A disciple of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect said fiercely, then asked Luo Dujun for instructions: "Senior Brother Luo, leave this kid to me!"

Luo Dujun sized up Yang Ruo, unable to discern his aura. Just then, Li Zhoushui volunteered, so Luo Dujun nodded in agreement.

Li Zhoushui didn't take this pale-faced boy seriously. He thrust out his sword, using only 20% of his strength.

call out--

The longsword grazed Yang Ruo's cheek and slashed toward his neck. The young man raised his hand and pinched the blade between his fingers with surprising force. Li Zhoushui was restrained and unable to move.

He gritted his teeth and thought to himself, "I underestimated this brat. He only used 20% of his strength and lost face with his first sword strike. He should have used 50%."

Li Zhoushui reflected on himself, and at the same time, he swung his left hand out, striking Yang Ruo's chest. Yang Ruo neither dodged nor avoided, but gently exerted force with two fingers, causing the longsword to twist and sway like flowing water. A wave of air suddenly crashed into Li Zhoushui, causing him to feel a dull pain in his chest. He was instantly blasted several feet away, and the longsword broke into several pieces.

The members of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect were startled, and a multitude of thoughts raced through their minds.

"Just what is this kid's cultivation level? Li Zhoushui, a mere second-level cultivator, couldn't even withstand a single move?"

"I didn't expect this brat to have some skills. But then again, he wouldn't dare to rob people if he didn't have some skills. It's a pity he was unlucky to run into our Autumn Frost Sword Sect."

"Li Zhoushui is also a fool. He could have just cut off the other party's head with one sword. He only used 20% of his strength to strike. He is so arrogant."

"This young man was able to break Li Zhoushui's sword with his bare hands. He is probably a hidden talent. However, he looks to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, and at most he is only at the third level of cultivation. With Senior Brother Luo, who is at the fourth level, in our team, we don't need to worry."

Suddenly, another sword light fell from the sky, revealing a young girl in green robes with a cool and aloof demeanor.

"Tsk, another one coming to their death."

But the other party was clearly not in a good mood. He glanced coldly at the person who spoke and raised his hand to shoot out several flying needles made of solidified spiritual energy.

Ding Ding Ding!
He parried with his sword, producing a crisp clanging sound. The man wielded his sword like the wind, sweeping away the spirit needles, and sneered, "Nothing special."

He was smiling, but suddenly his smile froze. He looked down at his heart, and then fell off the sword, lifeless.

Ning Fusang chuckled lightly: "Yes, nothing special."

Before the others could react, the Qiu Shuang disciple who had helped the man shrank his pupils and glared at Ning Fusang with hatred: "You actually dared to kill someone?!"

"A mere second-level realm cultivator is simply too arrogant!"

"How could our sect's disciple die in vain? Kill her!"

The disciples of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect were aroused by their bloodlust and anger.

Ning Fusang killed a disciple of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect as soon as he arrived, which was something Yang Ruo had not expected. After all, once someone died, things would not be easy to resolve.

"This is completely different from what I expected," Yang Ruo muttered to himself. A flash of sword light appeared before his eyes. He pushed his palm forward with a jolt, and without much force, the other person fainted.

"Senior brother, that leader is yours. Remember to capture him alive." Ning Fusang looked at Luo Dujun. Hearing her words, Luo Dujun smiled. She really didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, and was quite arrogant.

He suddenly drew his sword, the sword strike was extremely fast, heading straight for Ning Fusang. If the tip of the sword had gone in half an inch further, it would have been a fatal blow to the throat.

Zheng!
A long sword came slashing at an extremely tricky angle. Yang Ruo, holding the sword, turned his head and said, "Junior Sister Ning, don't worry, I will capture him alive."

In fact, Yang Ruo had never killed anyone with his sword. Even if Ning Fusang hadn't warned him, he wouldn't have used it to kill.

Luo Dujun snorted coldly, parrying Yang Ruo's moves as they came, until cold sweat began to bead on his forehead. He couldn't help but angrily ask, "What exactly is your cultivation level?!"

Yang Ruo did not answer. Compared to Luo Dujun, he looked very relaxed and even managed to find a moment to help Ning Fusang.

Luo Dujun retreated step by step, gritting his teeth and growling, "I am a member of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect. If you kill me, you will offend the Autumn Frost Sword Sect. You should think carefully about the consequences!"

“I didn’t mean to kill you,” Yang Ruo said innocently.

Junior Sister Ning said she wanted to capture them alive.

Luo Dujun's expression darkened. He glanced around and saw Ning Fusang kill one of his fellow disciples with a single sword strike.

The girl's fair face was splattered with bright red blood, adding a touch of eerie beauty.

The killing was so fluid and efficient that Luo Dujun's eyes twitched; the sight of the corpses and blood stung his eyes.

Yang Ruo was also startled and said, "Junior Sister Ning, how about we capture a few more alive?"

They didn't deserve to die. Yang Ruo only wanted to rescue these merfolk, take the evidence back to the sect, and ask the sect leader to punish Lu Cong. He didn't even think about what punishment Lu Cong should receive or the many subsequent matters.

The young girl, her blue robes stained with blood, pulled an ordinary flying sword from the body of a disciple of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect. She tilted her head and said calmly, "Senior brother, just leave one alive."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhoushui and the disciple who broke his sword first trembled, their teeth chattering.

"What kind of female demon is this? I thought I was vicious enough, but I didn't expect her to be even more venomous and ruthless, killing people without blinking an eye."

Suddenly, the female Rakshasa moved, and Li Zhoushui's heart skipped a beat, almost jumping out of her throat. But she didn't notice what was happening here. The blood-stained blue robe swayed, and the person appeared to Yang Ruo's right rear. With a push, the sword in Yang Ruo's hand pierced through the chest of a disciple of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect.

There is absolutely no chance of survival under the sword of a cultivator at the fifth level.

"Senior brother, don't let your hand holding the sword tremble." Ning Fusang's voice rang in Yang Ruo's ears.

He looked down and found that his hand holding the sword was indeed trembling, even more so than when he first started practicing swordsmanship.

My master also said back then, "Don't let your hand holding the sword shake."

But this is completely different from what Junior Sister Ning said.

He has never killed anyone.

I can't get over this hurdle in my heart.

Therefore, the hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

Yang Ruo knew that it was unrealistic to embark on the path of cultivation without taking a single life; even Buddhist cultivators couldn't achieve that. However, he wasn't prepared to kill someone so carelessly, and for the time being, he couldn't be as composed as Junior Sister Ning.

(End of this chapter)