Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 73 Trapped
Ning Fusang frowned almost imperceptibly as she looked at the female cultivators who had intervened.

Are they here to rescue this bald man?
A flash of disgust and murderous intent crossed the man's eyes. He flicked his finger, and a beam of spiritual light clung to the gauze, pressing against the young woman's brow.

The girl's eyes widened as she saw a sea of ​​green. A shimmering green veil clung to her forehead, and as she tilted her head slightly, she saw a green vine fall beside her, shielding her from the attack.

stab-

The sound of tearing silk rang out, and several pieces of gauze shattered like snowflakes. Lingyu Palace intervened to stop them.

Ning Fusang understood: these were two groups of people, one wanted to capture him alive, and the other wanted to kill him.

"This person is someone our Lingyu Palace wants to kill. If you are willing to help, our Lingyu Palace will remember it forever!" Xie Taiting directly spoke up to win over Ning Fusang.

Green Willow glared at him and said, "This monk is someone our Joyful Heaven has taken a liking to. If you help us capture him alive, I will introduce you to our Joyful Heaven!"

As she spoke, she even gave Ning Fusang a flirtatious wink.

Green Willow was sincere in her words. She could tell that the other person was not old, yet already a third-level cultivator, which showed that she was quite talented. Although the other person was wearing a veil and could not see her face, Green Willow had seen countless people and could tell from her eyebrows and eyes alone that the other person must be a beauty.

Ning Fusang looked at the red-robed monk in surprise: "Are you a furnace that escaped from the Heaven of Joy?"

A dangerous glint flashed in the man's eyes, as if he had been provoked; his almost beautiful face became unpredictable.

His voice was as cold as ice: "What kind of thing is Huanxitian? He dares to try and capture me?"

Ning Fusang remained noncommittal. Although Huanxitian was not as powerful as Nanxing Sword Sect, it was still one of the nine major immortal sects in Yuling Prefecture.

The disciples of Huanxitian practice Yin-Yang Daoist arts, so their cultivation speed is much faster than that of ordinary sect disciples, and their overall strength is not weak.

The red-robed monk before me is incredibly arrogant. It's either due to his personality or because he has a powerful backer, even stronger than Huanxitian.

Her thoughts raced, and after a moment of contemplation, none of the nine immortal sects of Yuling Prefecture matched.

Therefore, Ning Fusang leans towards the former possibility.

A thin layer of anger appeared on the fair face of the woman in crimson robes: "You really don't know what's good for you, daring to slander my Joyful Heaven like this!"

Anger also rose between Green Willow's brows. She advised her junior sister, "There's no need to argue with him. Once we capture him and bring him back, he will naturally know what our Joyful Heaven is."

Several beautiful female fairies nodded, dispersed into formation, and attacked the man together.

After a fierce battle, the man, fighting against many, was slightly at a disadvantage.

Ning Fusang slashed at his robes with the Shattered Light Sword in her hand, trying to break through his hidden sleeve and retrieve the Still Water Sword.

The opponent's methods were endless, including talismans, formations, sonic attacks, and Buddhist techniques, making it impossible to discern their origins.

The battle scene was too chaotic, and Xie Taiting had reservations, so he did not release his ferret.

The red-robed monk gripped the Shattered Light Sword between his hands, spun around, and dodged the attack from behind.

A green gauze ribbon silently rolled out, and Green Willow pulled it back. Taking advantage of this moment, Ning Fusang Sword spun and was pulled back from the man's hand. His palm was inevitably cut by the blade, leaving a bloody mark.

The man had used almost everything he had. He discovered in his sleeve that there was a spirit sword, which, although only of the second rank, was enough for him.

He flicked his hand, but the sword technique failed to take effect. Only then did he belatedly realize that the spirit sword had already been refined by someone else and could not be used by him.

Helpless, the man could only raise his hand and draw a talisman in the air while refining the spirit sword.

When Ning Fusang saw him take out the Still Water Sword and try to refine it on the spot, her gaze suddenly became subtle.

She manipulated the remaining four ice birds and attacked the man.

Such intense killing intent made Green Willow realize something was wrong. She immediately unleashed her green silk, creating a hundred-foot-high wall to intercept the ice bird's movements. The disciples of Spirit Feather Palace acted decisively, bypassing the rolling green waves and attacking from the side.

At this moment, the man in red had already refined the Still Water Sword. With a flick of his longsword, countless sword energies burst forth. Ning Fusang's eyes twitched. This monk actually practiced swordsmanship!
She gripped her sword tightly and slashed it into the air. The sword energies collided, unleashing a violent shockwave that instantly topped off the surrounding hills.

The battlefield was in ruins, riddled with ravines and trenches.

The two swords clashed, exchanging blows, and then quickly separated. Ning Fusang retreated five or six steps and then launched several more sword strikes.

Huanxitian's Green Willow, Lingyu Palace's Tao Ming, and Xie Taiting were all taken aback, muttering, "This is the Southern Star Sword Sect's Southern Star Sword Technique..."

"She's actually a disciple of the Southern Star Sword Sect!"

Green Willow recalled that she had even tried to persuade her to join Joyful Heaven, and a look of embarrassment involuntarily appeared on her face.

At his age, he's already a cultivator at the third level of the cultivation realm. He must be an inner disciple of the Southern Star Sword Sect, with a bright future ahead of him. Why would he be interested in Huanxitian?

It's not very ethical to steal disciples from other sects.

Xie Taiting touched the sable fur coat in his sleeve, his gaze deepening: "How did the Southern Star Sword Sect get involved in this matter?"

"This wicked monk has offended quite a few people."

Tao Ming looked at Lvwu: "Now both my Lingyu Palace and Nanxing Sword Sect want to kill him. Are you, Huanxitian, sure you want to stop us?"

Green Willow exhaled a breath of stale air, raised her hand, and signaled her junior sisters to stop fighting.

Although the eldest sister wanted this monk to be her Daoist partner, it wasn't worth offending both the Lingyu Palace and the Nanxing Sword Sect, two major immortal sects, for the sake of a man.

With the people from Huanxitian no longer interfering, Lingyu Palace was finally free from getting in the way, and they unleashed their killing moves, throwing them at the man!

The red-robed monk's sword moved like lightning, its cold light flashing as Ning Fusang reacted extremely quickly to dodge, but a section of his sleeve was cut off.

The snow-white hem of her dress turned to dust in the sword energy.

Behind him, however, splashes of red plum blossoms appeared, and a Lingyu Palace disciple fell from the sky, dead beyond any doubt.

The man's swordplay was unpredictable; with a flourish, he pierced through the opponent's defenses and finished them off.

Tao Ming glared angrily, clapped his hands together, and condensed a ball of lightning, which multiplied from one to two, then to four, and instantly became sixteen bolts of lightning that swirled out and surrounded the man.

Ning Fusang frowned and quickly dodged away from the range of the lightning.

boom!
The blinding white light made everyone instinctively close their eyes. A moment later, the light dissipated, the man's golden body shattered, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Tao Ming's spiritual power was almost completely gone. Xie Taiting put his hands together, made a gesture of the Treasure Mountain Seal, and then pulled it open, summoning a battle blade that exuded a cold aura.

He wanted to fly forward, kill the man, and return to report, but his body was frozen in place.

Everyone was shocked; a formation had been formed without them noticing!

The complex symbols turned like gears, trapping everyone inside the magic circle, rendering them unable to move.

Ning Fusang mobilized her spiritual power to break through the shackles, but felt a pale sense of powerlessness.

The red-robed monk wiped the blood from his mouth, glanced back deeply, and disappeared into the horizon.

Tao Ming was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

(End of this chapter)