Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 49 Battle
Luo Dujun seized the opportunity, making a sword incantation with one hand and drawing his sword with the other. The snow-white sword light shone on Yang Ruo and Ning Fusang's faces, and Yang Ruo subconsciously raised his sword to block.

His hand holding the sword was still trembling, but he gripped it exceptionally tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. With a resounding clang, the two swords that were crossed were quickly separated, and the shockwaves rolled outwards.

“Junior Sister Ning, although this person in front of us is only a fourth-level cultivator, he has rich combat experience. I want to capture him alive, but that might be a bit troublesome, and the battle will affect you. You should move aside.” Yang Ruo turned her head slightly and said to Ning Fusang.

Ning Fusang raised his eyes, said "Be careful, senior brother," and then temporarily left the battlefield.

Seeing Luo Dujun's moves from afar, which were extremely ruthless, Ning Fusang thought to herself, "He's not experienced in combat, he's experienced in killing."

The opponent was not a genius like Yang Ruo, who had never killed anyone even after cultivating to the fifth level. Ordinary cultivators, who had cultivated to the third level, had survived countless near-death experiences.

The competition for resources is inherently brutal.

Yang Ruo, as a direct disciple, had not yet grasped this point, but Luo Dujun had never forgotten it.

Countless times, he nearly died at the hands of demonic beasts, and countless times, he escaped from the clutches of cultivators with higher cultivation levels than himself.

Cultivation level and combat strength are not entirely equivalent!

This was a lesson Luo Dujun had learned from past battles. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his left sleeve, a cloud of smoke-like dust rushed toward Yang Ruo's face.

Although Yang Ruo had little combat experience, he was not an idiot. He mobilized his spiritual energy to form a tight protective shield.

A wisp of blue smoke brushed past the spiritual energy defense shield. Li Zhoushui, who was watching the battle, slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "How come this seemingly stupid kid reacts so quickly!"

Hearing a rustling sound behind him, Li Zhoushui turned around and saw a flash of cold light coming through the leaves. He rolled on the spot, picked up his fellow disciple's sword, held it horizontally with both hands, and used it to block in front of him.

He retreated with alternating steps, blocking a piece of ancient wood. Li Zhoushui used the force to push forward, shaking off Ning Fusang's sword. He retreated, quickly stepping on the ancient wood, and thrust forward from a height.

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Sparks flying!

Ning Fusang retreated dozens of steps, then suddenly turned around and thrust, but the sword veered off course and swept towards the person who was attacking from the right.

The latter touched his neck, still on his head, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Li Zhoushui's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed happily, "Junior Brother Mao Dong, you've come at the perfect time!"

"Senior Brother Li, Senior Brother Mao, and us too."

From elsewhere, three voices rang out in unison. Looking around, the five people had already formed a circle, trapping Ning Fusang.

The remaining third realm cultivator will go and help Luo Dujun.

That's a very stupid tactic.

Ning Fusang thought to himself.

If those three realms had come to deal with her first, she would have been bound hand and foot and trapped in a prison. But he chose to deal with Yang Ruo instead. Isn't that just courting death?
However, the people of Qiushuang Sword Sect had their own considerations. Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong were both at the second level of cultivation, so they couldn't interfere with Luo Dujun's battle. But dealing with a second-level cultivator was more than enough. They might even be able to distract the boy whose cultivation level was unknown. As long as he showed a weakness, Luo Dujun would deliver a fatal blow!
The five formed a sword formation, made hand seals, and their flying swords intertwined as they attacked Ning Fusang. She leaned back to dodge the flying sword that came at her face, then quickly straightened up and struck left and right, repelling the two sword blades that were flashing with cold light.

Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong leaped forward, caught each other's sword hilts, and charged towards Ning Fusang.

The spiritual energy erupted, and a layer of light shone on the flying sword. A chilling aura surged forth, seemingly solidifying and tearing the air apart.

"The second layer of autumn frost is slow!"

"Double Frost Blade!" Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong shouted at the same time. A chill slowly froze the surrounding grass and trees, making people's fingers numb and their movements sluggish. Seven or eight overlapping sword lights flew over quickly.

Ning Fusang's eyes were cold and clear. He held the sword close to his palm, spun it a few times, and shot out a cold star sword light, which struck the frost-covered blade.

Her sword moved with her, leaving a trail of light. *Splash*, bright red blood splattered onto her face.

This disciple of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect, who was at the first level of cultivation, had an extremely thin sword mark on his neck. If it weren't for the obvious blood, the hair-thin wound would probably be invisible.

Blood gushed out, more and more.

The other two disciples at the first level of cultivation sensed an unprecedented crisis and moved closer to Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong.

Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong exchanged a glance, both shocked and furious. They knew they could no longer hold back and had to go all out.

The two figures quickly approached Ning Fusang, slashing from the left and right with fierce and sharp attacks. Ning Fusang fought against the two opponents single-handedly, her expression unchanged, her movements agile, and she dismantled their moves.

After more than a dozen rounds, all three were injured, and their sword-wielding hands were covered in blood.

Ning Fusang wiped the blood on her dress, gripped her sword tightly again, and Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong, equally unconcerned, wiped the blood on their clothes and raised their arms to wipe the sweat from their foreheads.

Li Zhoushui's lips turned down, his expression not good. He licked his dry lips, a dark glint in his eyes: "Once her spiritual power is exhausted, she will be nothing more than fish on a chopping board, at our mercy."

Mao Dong's cheeks flushed. He turned to look at the girl in green and said calmly, "We still can't be careless or underestimate her. Her methods are the way to kill."

"I understand." Li Zhoushui's slight carelessness had been worn down by his previous mistakes. He nodded to Mao Dong, gripped his sword, and charged out!

As planned, Mao Dong disappeared silently from Ning Fusang's sight, a chill running down his spine.

"Watch your back!"

A-Quan's eyes widened as she shouted a reminder. She formed hand seals and cast a water-based spell, but it was too slow!

Ning Fusang blocked with a backhand kick, striking Mao Dong in the chest, and ducked to avoid Li Zhoushui's frontal attack.

At that moment, the water-based spell that A-Quan cast hit Mao Dong, soaking him completely. He fell backward into the deep pit, choking on the mud and struggling to breathe.

A-Quan's expression relaxed slightly, but the next moment, she met Zhu Bei's cold gaze, while the other clansmen stared at her scrutinizingly.

"Ah Quan, why did you help the human race?" the eldest merman asked.

Her lips moved slightly, and her voice was very low: "I'm just standing on the opposite side of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect."

"wrong."

A-Quan looked up and saw the old merman's indifferent eyes: "We mermen should stand on the opposite side of the entire human race."

"They're going to kill each other, what does that have to do with us? You shouldn't have intervened."

The old merman looked at A-Quan with pity: "Have you ever thought about what your fate would be if the Autumn Frost Sword Sect won?"

Ah Quan bit her lip: "It's all the same, it's just death, what difference does it make?"

(End of this chapter)