Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 145 Alliance
The pain of being cleaved in the head by a sword seemed real, making the man unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Damn, how did I get out here?"

A shadow crashed down, cursing and swearing, looking impeccably dressed. Who would have thought that he was in such a disheveled state during the illusion?

Seeing that there were other victims beside him, the person who had just fallen out grinned, feeling a sense of relief.

The man said, "The space of 'Mirror Flower, Water Moon' can shrink, didn't you know that?"

The man: "..."

"This is my first time participating in Mirror Flower Water Moon," he said, muttering to himself, "The elders didn't mention this."

"He's really getting old and senile."

He quickly came to terms with it, got up, and even helped the man up, asking, "Brother, how did you die?"

Now it was the man's turn to fall silent.

Using an earth-遁符 (earth-遁符, a type of talisman used for evasion), he fled like a groundhog, his direction was predicted, and he was even stabbed in the head with a sword. It was hardly an honorable way to die.

Not to mention.

The sword energy Liang Heng unleashed sliced ​​the earth into neat blocks, and remnants of sword energy lingered in the deep ravines.

He smiled and said, "Junior Sister Ning has a good reaction; she actually predicted his move."

Liang Heng drew his sword merely to test whether he could intercept his opponent, hoping to keep the man within the sword formation. Ning Fusang's sword, however, was aimed directly at the man's life.

She smiled modestly and said, "I just happened to guess right."

"It would be best if we could keep them, but it's not a loss if we can't."

Wisps of gold appeared on the horizon, and Ning Fusang suddenly paused. "What are those?"

She looked curiously at the thin golden thread, as if she were seeing another ethereal world, isolated from her.

Liang Heng's expression hardened slightly: "It's the 'illusory beauty' that's shrinking."

"We need to get to the central area of ​​the illusory world quickly, otherwise we risk falling out."

The illusion will last for one day and one night, ending when the next day dawns and the illusion disappears.

Before leaving, the elders of the Sword Debate Pavilion specifically reminded Ning Fusang of this point. Ning Fusang knew that the Mirror Flower Water Moon would shrink, but he didn't know that there were signs of its shrinkage.

The two gathered their energy and moved lightly towards the central area.

Meanwhile, a large number of people had already gathered in the center of the illusory landscape.

Qin Mei and Mo Wuqi were clutching their bleeding arms; it seemed that even forming an alliance hadn't brought them any benefits.

On the mountain peak, a woman in red, her movements graceful and ethereal, held a sword and surveyed the crowd with a radiant and captivating beauty, her power inspiring awe.

Lu Ningxiang's gaze was fixed on a woman dressed in a snow-blue robe, with an ethereal and otherworldly beauty, and she invited, "Li Jinzhen, how about a duel between us?"

Her light blue robes fluttered in the wind, and her long black hair danced in the breeze. Li Jinzhen chuckled softly, then lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped onto another mountain peak.

Li Jinzhen always remembered to prioritize the overall situation. She glanced at the hundred or so people below and smiled, "There are still so many people on the field. The Southern Star Sword Sect is poised to win, and we don't want others to get the advantage."

Lu Ningxiang didn't find it difficult: "Clear the area?"

"In the end, it will be up to you and me to decide the winner. Whoever wins will be the champion."

Lu Ningxiang's idea was to eliminate everyone first.

Li Jinzhen slowly shook his head and said seriously, "There are my fellow disciples on the field."

Her sword was not used against her fellow disciples.

Besides, just because Li Jinzhen is the senior disciple of the Southern Star Sword Sect, does that mean she can decide whether or not they will be eliminated?
The title of leader of the Southern Star Sword Sect should be awarded to a disciple of the Southern Star Sword Sect, not to Li Jinzhen alone.

Lu Ningxiang frowned: "What do you want?" Li Jinzhen smiled gently, his words soft yet firm: "Except for the people from the Southern Star Sword Sect and the Autumn Frost Sword Sect, everyone else will be eliminated."

Without a second thought, Lu Ningxiang immediately agreed: "Okay."

People from other sects: "..."

What happened to the Autumn Frost Sword Sect and the Southern Star Sword Sect being sworn enemies? You two have formed an alliance? Are you even human?
Qin Mei gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Li Jinzhen, Lu Ningxiang, you two, don't go too far!"

The disciples of Wanyi Sect also looked very grim. They originally had the advantage in numbers, but now you're telling me that Nanxing Sword Sect and Qiushuang Sword Sect have cooperated?

The remaining disciples of the sects, without tacit agreement, stood on the same side. Two disciples from Sword Valley were among them.

Lu Ningxiang scoffed: "Qin Mei, be sensible and get out of here."

"You know, my sword never shows mercy to women."

Qin Mei's beautiful face twisted for a moment, and she said coldly, "Go ahead and draw your sword. What do I, Huanxi Tian, ​​have to fear?"

Throughout the entire Lingzhou region, the person Qin Mei disliked the most was none other than Lu Ningxiang. It was common knowledge that the disciples of Huanxi Heaven were exceptionally beautiful, possessing both stunning looks and formidable strength.

The higher one's level of illusion cultivation, the more beautiful one's appearance will become. This is the inner cultivation method of the Joyful Heaven, which amplifies the most prominent divine appearance of the cultivator.

The more beautiful, the more beautiful; the more gentle, the more gentle.

Therefore, Joyful Heaven has always been a sacred place of cultivation that countless female cultivators dream of.

Logically speaking, the title of the most beautiful woman in Lingzhou should belong to the Huanxi Tian Sect. But strangely enough, neither the first nor the second is from within the Huanxi Tian Sect.

This has always been a source of anxiety for the disciples of the Joyful Heaven.

It wasn't that they were obsessed with unparalleled beauty, but this matter concerned the dignity of the Joyful Heaven. Therefore, the Joyful Heaven became even stricter in its selection of disciples based on appearance.

Qin Mei and Lu Ningxiang are both beautiful women, so she would naturally tend to compare herself to Lu Ningxiang rather than Li Jinzhen.

If Qin Mei had captured that monk back then and cultivated with him, she believed her strength would have reached a new level.

Pity.

Seeing that she was still lost in thought, Mo Wuqi gave a speechless twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Fairy Qin." He called out to Qin Mei. Qin Mei snapped out of her daze, her eyes filled with a hint of coldness. In a flash, she drew the soft sword from her waist and slashed out.

Her figure was nimble and light, like a swallow. She bent down to dodge Lu Ningxiang's sword that was coming straight at her, and quickly stood up to exchange sword blows.

Mo Wuqi stared in disbelief, muttering to himself, "That's true, they change their minds faster than turning the pages of a book."

Just as he was talking about Qin Mei, a powerful, cold light blocked Mo Wuqi's retreat. He looked at the woman in the snow-blue robe with her cold eyes and brows, and his gaze became extremely serious.

"I have long admired you, Immortal Immortal."

Li Jinzhen smiled and nodded slightly in response, but her actions were ruthless and sharp.

Yin Congyun, a member of the Wanyi Sect's Sword Pavilion lineage, swung his sword diagonally, deflecting Li Jinzhen's Hexing Sword, and said to Mo Wuqi, "Fellow Daoist Mo, I'm here to help you."

Two against one, nobody thought there was anything wrong with it.

Yin Congyun's swordsmanship was as swift as the wind, and his swordsmanship was exquisite. The tip of his sword only needed to be half an inch longer to pierce the woman's snow-white chin. Li Jinzhen blocked with his sword, which made the long sword hum and vibrate incessantly.

Yin Congyun took a few steps back, braced himself with his longsword, steadied himself, and then leaped into the air, unleashing eight silver-white sword lights that resembled blooming lotus flowers.

The surrounding air currents surged, carrying a terrifying pressure, and crashed down on Li Jinzhen like a tidal wave.

Danger lurks on every side.

Li Jinzhen did not move, but countless sword energies burst forth from his body!

(End of this chapter)