Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 51 Nine-Level Sword Cultivator

The five figures were sent flying backward. The demon vanished in a flash, extending its sharp claws to pluck at Ning Fusang's heart. She blocked with her sword, and with a clang, the sword twisted and deformed, shaking violently. Ning Fusang was sent flying even further by the powerful impact, crashing into several ancient trees and breaking them in the process, with crimson blood seeping from her back.

She lifted the lid of the green gourd, drank a mouthful of spiritual spring water, and her spiritual energy slowly recovered.

The demon shifted its form and attacked Wu Gui. Dong Fangfei drew her sword to stop it, but was struck by a palm and sent flying, unconscious.

Wu Gui propped himself up on his elbows and stood up. The demon's figure, like a fleeting cloud, swept in front of him in the blink of an eye, locking Wu Gui's neck. His face gradually turned purple, his eyes rolled back, and he was on the verge of death.

call!
As Yang Ruojian swept past, his face solemn, he charged toward the demon.

The demon gave a sinister smile, tossed his hand upwards, and Wu Gui's body was thrown high into the air. The demon leaped up, his five fingers like knives—

It seemed as if a rain of blood had fallen from the sky.

Yang Ruoxin was shaken violently, and Hua Yue cried out in alarm, "Wu Gui!"

puff--

The sound of a sword piercing flesh rang out. Hua Yue's body was unable to move, and she was being held by her older sister, Hua Qian. Two flying swords were stuck in her back, and blood was gushing out.

Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong abandoned their swords and fled!
Things have completely spiraled out of their control; a demon has appeared here!
The demons are ferocious and brutal, capable of killing everyone. They have only one thought in their minds: escape! Escape as far as possible!

Even someone at the fourth level of cultivation like Luo Dujun couldn't protect them at all.

The two figures quickly disappeared into the thick darkness of the night.

Hua Qian raised her hand with difficulty, pointed behind her, and murmured, "Demon..."

"Sister!" Hua Yue cried out, oblivious to everything else, her tears falling like broken beads.

As Yang Ruo sensed something, he shot out a sword, pinning another demon to a tree.

The demon stood upright, not yet fully transformed into a human form, her arms covered in snow-white fur. She drew her sword with both hands and hurled it at Yang Ruo with all her might.

Yang Ruo's figure flew out swiftly, caught the sword hilt, and charged towards the white-haired female demon.

Suddenly, a dilapidated corpse fell from the sky and landed in front of Yang Ruo. It was a disciple of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect at the third level.

Yang Ruo glanced past the corpse, flicked his finger, and a cold light shone on the blade of his sword. Demon-slaying runes flashed incessantly, like dragons dancing wildly.

The white-haired banshee leaped into the air, her figure expanding continuously under the bright moon, her white hair growing wildly, coiling like vines!
Yang Ruo's eyes sharpened, and he drew his sword.

boom!
The turbulent airflow spreads out from the center, covering an area of ​​ten miles.

The pale-skinned demon spoke in the ancient language of the demon race, communicating with the white-haired female demon. Yang Ruo couldn't understand, so he gripped his sword and swung it again, his heart filled with murderous intent.

The male and female demons switched places. The white-haired female demon's gaze swept across the room and locked onto Ning Fusang. Her hair grew wildly, wrapping around Ning Fusang's waist and instantly covering her mouth and nose, turning her into a snow-white cocoon. She then departed under the moonlight.

Yang Ruo thrust out several swords, his sword light extremely fast, piercing through the banshee's body. Blood sprayed in the wind, but the banshee didn't even turn her head, quickening her pace and disappearing under the moonlight.

Yang Ruo was extremely distressed. He was entangled by the demon and could not spare a moment. He could only pray that those few sword strikes had injured the female demon's vitals.

A thousand miles away, the banshee staggered and leaped off the cliff. She used branches to reduce resistance and tumbled to the ground.

The white cicada pupa lay quietly. The demoness frowned, as if afraid that the person inside had died, and stretched out her fingernail to cut a gash.

A glint of cold light pierced the banshee's eye, and she clutched her right eye, crying out in pain.

boom!
The cicada pupa bursts open, like willow catkins fluttering in the air.

Ning Fusang rose up, wielding the Fish-Hidden Sword, a sacred artifact of the Merfolk, and thrust it towards the white-haired female demon.

Her eyes were cold and aloof as she scoffed, "A mere fifth-realm snow ape dares to try and seize my body? Feel free to try." The demones' faces showed disdain: "A second-realm human cultivator, how dare you speak so arrogantly—"

The words abruptly stopped.

The succubus's eyes widened in shock.

Ning Fusang's aura rose steadily.

Early stage of the second realm...

The middle stage of the second level.

Peak of the Second Realm!
Her cultivation level continued to rise, and she instantly overcame the barrier of the third realm and arrived at the fourth realm.

The Five Realms.

Six Realms.

……

Before her cultivation level had even finished increasing, when she had only reached the early stage of the sixth level, the female demon split into three clones and fled in all directions, showing great decisiveness!
"It's too late to leave now." The girl's icy voice rang out, instantly annihilating all of the banshee's clones, and the Fish-Hidden Sword lightly sliced ​​through the banshee's throat.

If a cultivator at the ninth level of the cultivation realm makes a move, where can one possibly escape to?

The banshee's body crashed into the valley floor, one eye wide open, dying with unresolved grief. She couldn't understand where a fourteen-year-old sword cultivator at the ninth level of the cultivation realm had come from.

Ning Fusang glanced at the bottom of the cliff, and with a wave of his hand, the baby apes hiding in the cave vanished into thin air.

This is a secret; she won't be at ease until everyone or every demon who sees it is dead.

Ning Fusang's cultivation level plummeted, returning to the early stage of the second realm. She retrieved the Fish-Hidden Sword from her Sword Heart Diagram.

She walked to the pit, squatted down, lit a fire, and looked at the snow ape demon who had been burned to ashes, her face, now dried with blood, her expression dark and unreadable.

Her cultivation level is a secret, and so is the Fish Hidden Sword. Therefore, the demoness's corpse cannot be left behind, and the Fish Hidden Sword's wounds may be recognized by someone.

After disposing of the banshee's corpse, Ning Fusang grabbed onto vines and climbed into the cave she had just discovered. Half an hour later, she emerged from the cave.

She had a good haul this time, finding a fifth-tier Ice Bird talisman, a fifth-tier defensive magic weapon called the Azure God Bell, and a box of third-tier Spirit-Breaking Needles. Spirit-Breaking Needles are specifically designed to break through a cultivator's spiritual energy defense. A third-tier Spirit-Breaking Needle can only break through the defenses of cultivators at the third level or below. A single Spirit-Breaking Needle is worth one hundred spirit stones.

Ning Fusang counted them; there were about twenty broken spirit needles in this box, which was quite a sum of spirit stones.

She sighed softly, "The saying 'murderers and arsonists live in luxury' truly holds true."

In addition, Ning Fusang also found two cultivation techniques of the human race inside the cave. After quickly glancing at the contents, she burned them.

Demonic cultivation techniques should never be kept on one's person, lest they bring trouble upon oneself.

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows, so that banshee probably wouldn't have put the items all in one place. There must be some other places I haven't looked for."

Ning Fusang made this guess because there was so little in the cave; a demon race of the Fifth Realm shouldn't be so poor in resources.

She looked around, then suddenly leaped into the air, landing on a protruding rock. She channeled her spiritual energy into her palm and pushed it inward.

A stone gate, about half a person's height, was recessed, revealing an extremely narrow passage before Ning Fusang. She lowered her head and slowly groped her way forward. After an unknown amount of time, the passage rose and widened, and suddenly, a bright light appeared before her.

Tick.

The crisp sound of water droplets falling into the hot spring pool rang out.

(End of this chapter)