Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 110 Armor Diagrams on Phoenix Terrace

He Jiaxiu's expression was not good, but she still answered Ning Fusang's question in a cold voice: "Wang Bingxuan of Qiushuang Sword Sect, Fang Lanying of Yuqing Island, Ruan Qingqing of Ziyang Sect, Guan Zimo of the Fage lineage of Wanyi Sect, and Pei Shouyun of Guiyi Sect."

“There is no Southern Star Sword Sect.” Ning Fusang said softly.

She thought to herself, "The people from the Autumn Frost Sword Sect all got a Wutong Fruit, but my own sect didn't. It's really a bit embarrassing."

"What about Gao Qingque?" He is the disciple with the highest cultivation level, so his chances of obtaining the Wutong Fruit should be greater.

He Jiaxiu's gaze fell on Phoenix Terrace, and she said without looking to the side, "It's still in the military and armor diagram."

Phoenix Terrace is nine zhang wide and is carved from a kind of smoky white stone. As soon as Ning Fusang turned his gaze, he saw a ripple in the air and a broken figure was thrown out of another space like a kite with a broken string, and collapsed to the ground unconscious.

The disciples of Sword Valley quickly carried the person away and then sought medicine from the disciples of the Su Medical lineage in Su Ling Valley.

Their Sword Valley was already dwindling in numbers; if they suffered further losses, they might be completely wiped out.

Ning Fusang sighed repeatedly as she watched this scene. She lightly touched the ground with her toes and flew down to the Phoenix Terrace.

The phoenixes are carved to be lifelike, each holding a branch of a paulownia tree in its beak. On each branch is a stone-carved paulownia fruit, and five of the fruits have lost their luster.

Ning Fusang reached out and touched the remaining stone carving of the paulownia fruit, which still shone with a magical light. The next moment, his figure disappeared from Phoenix Terrace.

Demonic flames filled her vision; it was a battlefield filled with a chilling aura of death. Demonic puppet soldiers clad in iron armor slashed at her.

To Ning Fu's surprise, these demonic puppet soldiers could actually form ranks and attack in two separate groups, like two dragons crossing over each other.

Ning Fusang drew his sword, leaped into the air, and unleashed a torrent of sword energy, sweeping it across the demonic puppet soldiers on both sides, thwarting their attempt to converge.

She stepped on the spear in the hand of the demon soldier puppet and looked into the distance. Behind countless flames, there was an even larger puppet demon general holding a battle flag.

It should be that capturing the flag or cutting down the battle flag would be enough to pass the test of the military armor diagram, right?

A long spear swept across, but Ning Fusang dodged it with a graceful backflip. Her longsword touched the head of a demon soldier puppet, and she braced herself, swinging her sword back to slash, the sword energy slicing off the heads of countless demon soldiers.

She soared through the air, passing through a vast army, and with a long sword, she took heads!
The battle flag was broken in two, and the armor and weapons were scattered.

Ning Fusang returned to Phoenix Terrace, his longsword stained with blood, which dripped onto the ground and was absorbed by Phoenix Terrace.

At the top of the immortal parasol tree, the branches trembled slightly, and the parasol fruit transformed into streams of light, flying towards Ning Fusang.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

"How long has it been, and she's already got a phoenix tree fruit?"

"What a fast level completion speed!"

"The Southern Star Sword Sect now has two Wutong Fruits, we must also work hard!"

Gao Qingque passed the checkpoint before Ning Fusang and obtained a Wutong fruit.

Everyone whispered among themselves, but then they saw that Ning Fusang had not left Phoenix Terrace, but instead had started a new military and armor diagram.

"Hiss... Does she want a second phoenix tree fruit?"

"Someone has already gone in with that armor and weapon diagram. They seem to be the last ones to arrive, probably from the Ziyang Sect."

“Declare.”

"Yes, yes, it should be called Xuanming."

Xuanming drew a map of soldiers and armor with hellish difficulty. He gritted his teeth, and with a gust of wind in his palm, he broke up the opponent's formation.

The ferocious beast Kuihu charged out, its scorching flames causing him to sweat profusely and his skin to crack, resembling a bamboo stalk that had been baked in the sun.

The Kui Tiger is enormous, resembling a tiger in appearance, but its body is covered with numerous stones, resembling the most stubborn armor, impervious to water and fire, and impervious to swords and spears. The stone armor is not evenly distributed; flames seem poised to burst forth from the gaps. This Kui Tiger is a ferocious beast of extreme fire attribute.

Brutal, ferocious, and warlike!
Xuanming's robes fluttered in the wind, stained with sparks, leaving him in a disheveled state.

He patted his storage bag, and the magical artifact flew out, transforming into seven streaks of spiritual light that surrounded his body for defense.

The Kui-Tiger Beast roared and pounced, leaving a huge shadow on the ground. Xuan Ming's heart pounded like thunder. Just then, a sword light descended from the sky!
The sharp sword energy forced Kuihu to stop and take two steps back.

A girl in an apricot-colored dress, holding a long sword, lands on the map of soldiers and armor, her robes fluttering like a dance, her black hair swaying gently.

Xuanming snapped out of his daze and said loudly, "This Kui tiger is mine. Please, Fellow Daoist Ning, remain on the sidelines."

The test for this level is to kill the Kuihu to pass.

Xuanming had been fighting Kuihu for so long, and he had finally managed to wear Kuihu down and weaken him. How could he possibly let Ning Fusang take advantage of the situation?

Ning Fusang pointed her longsword at Xuanming: "Then you can go out first."

"I'm determined to kill that Kui Tiger!"

"You!" Xuan Ming was furious. How could someone be so self-righteous about taking advantage of a loophole? His tone was laced with threat, "My master is Mingyue Sanren of Wuding Mountain, a cultivator of the twelfth realm. If Fellow Daoist Ning were to forcibly seize the opportunity that belongs to me, it would probably not be good for you."

He assumed Ning Fusang was unaware of his identity, so he deliberately brought up his master, Mingyue Sanren, hoping to make her wary.

Ning Fusang chuckled softly, her eyes as still as the night. She said calmly, "So what if I'm the master of Wuding Mountain? I have the Southern Star Sword Sect behind me!"

Having said that, he swept his sword across, giving Xuanming no chance to react, and he was knocked out of the armory diagram!
Xuanming was shocked and furious as excruciating pain shot through his internal organs! How dare she?

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Xuanming felt his chest heaving, and he couldn't stop coughing, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He was already injured from fighting Kuihu in the battle, and then he was struck by Ning Fusang's sword. He felt pain all over his body, but he couldn't pinpoint where the pain was worse.

Xuanming gritted his teeth in resentment, glanced at the phoenix tree branch on Phoenix Terrace, and saw that there were only six phoenix tree fruits left...

He swallowed a Rejuvenation Pill, refined the elixir, and began to heal his injuries. Xuanming thought bitterly, "Once I've recovered my strength, I will definitely charge back into the Armored Warriors' Diagram to avenge my past grievances!"

"Let you and Kuihu fight for a while first!"

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; this time, it's his turn to be the oriole.

Thinking this way, Xuanming finally calmed down.

He sat cross-legged, and after refining the Rejuvenation Pill, he took a Spirit Recovery Pill to slowly restore his spiritual power.

However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is harsh. Before Xuanming could re-enter the Armor Diagram and kill Kuihu, the Undying Wutong Tree shook, and another Wutong fruit fell from the branch, turning into a stream of light and flying into the hand of the apricot-clad girl on Phoenix Terrace.

"Ning Fusang!"

Xuanming gritted his teeth and uttered the name in his heart. Overwhelmed by anger, his hard-won composure was suddenly disrupted.

A sweet, metallic taste lingered in his mouth, and traces of blood seeped from the corner of Xuanming's lips.

The other groups were like water boiling in a pot.

"She's taken two phoenix tree fruits... That makes a total of thirteen phoenix tree fruits, and the Southern Star Sword Sect has taken three of them!"

“Even the Ziyang Sect and the Guiyi Sect have a Wutong Fruit, but we, as one of the nine great immortal sects, haven’t obtained a single one…”

(End of this chapter)