Junior sister took first place again

Wang Zhenzhen is the third disciple of Cheng Yan's nephew. He has dual spiritual roots of wind and earth, and his cultivation level is at the middle stage of Jindan, just like Ning Jiasheng.

At this time, she stood opposite Ning Jiasheng and summoned her sword.

Her sword is thinner and narrower than ordinary swords, with a goose-feather-shaped blade. It exudes a light green color as if shrouded in mist, showing the characteristics of speed and accurate attack.

Wang Zhenzhen held his sword, clasped his fists, and saluted, saying, "Uncle Grand Master, please teach me."

Ning Jiasheng held the Red Flame in his right hand, nodded, and extended his hand to indicate his consent.

"please."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhenzhen, who was more than ten meters away, appeared in front of him with a sword in his hand.

Ning Jiasheng nodded secretly. Although this seemingly simple sword move had already enveloped his entire body in Wang Zhenzhen's sword energy.

The disciples with poor eyesight could only see a man and a sword in front of Ning Jiasheng, but in fact all the major acupoints on her body had been locked by the sword shadows.

Ning Jiasheng twisted his body and drew his sword.

With a flick of the longsword, a red light surged up. The red flame shot out from her hand like a spirit snake, and the sword, like a swimming dragon, slashed through the surrounding sword shadows one by one at an incredible speed. Finally, with a flick of her wrist, she gripped the red flame tightly, blocking the sword and the man in front of her.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of dozens of long swords clashing could be heard on the stage.

The attack failed, but Wang Zhenzhen did not want to fight any longer. He quickly retreated a few steps. At the same time, the sword in his hand flew out like a streak of light, and the sword light pierced Ning Jiasheng's vital joints.

As Ning Jiasheng retreated, she also jumped up on the spot to avoid the sharp rocks on the ground, then swung her sword in the air, and the sword light shot out in all directions, like thousands of sparks pouring down.

After the two men had resolved each other's sword moves, they stood on both sides of the stone platform.

Hey!

It was not until this moment that the onlookers let out a cry of praise.

"Sister Wang was able to grab the first spot to fight. If it were me, uh... I would either be unable to get up or fall off the stage."

"That's not true. Senior Sister Wang's wood and earth spiritual roots are both natural spiritual roots. She reached the Core Formation stage much younger than her brothers and sisters. Currently, her performance in the Trial Tower ranks first among the three generations of disciples at Lingxiao Peak, with a score far ahead of the second place."

"The previous statement is biased. Senior Sister Wang's brothers and sisters have been away training for two or three years, and their Trial Tower scores have not changed for a long time."

"They're still testing the waters. Hurry up! Watch the fight carefully! Watch the fight carefully!"

During the disciples' discussion, the two people on the stage moved at the same time. Everyone stopped talking and looked at the stage intently.

Wang Zhenzhen approached Ning Jiasheng quickly, his figure erratic.

The sword in her hand seemed to be alive, turning back and forth in her palm, and swiftly and violently striking Ning Jiasheng from all angles.

Her moves were strange and swift, often taking unconventional approaches, often striking from unexpected locations. Her sword's momentum shifted rapidly, seeming both real and unreal, and combined with her incredibly swift and elusive form, she left her opponents completely defenseless.

Her left hand, which was not holding the sword, would occasionally condense various sharp stones under Ning Jiasheng's feet to launch sneak attacks.

Most of the onlookers murmured in unison:

"Such fast moves, such agile movements!"

Ning Jiasheng also raised his sword and rushed forward, using his moves vigorously to dissolve all of Wang Zhenzhen's sword moves one by one.

The red flame danced in her hands, leaving an afterimage, like a ball of fire enveloping her.

The two sides kept fighting around like this. Wang Zhenzhen tried several times to force Ning Jiasheng out of the edge, but failed.

Nearly a cup of tea later, Ning Jiasheng whispered, "Zhenzhen, be careful."

Wang Zhenzhen was suddenly startled and quickly changed his tactics and retreated, but was slapped out of the range of the stone platform by his uncle Tai Shi who had teleported to the side.

“Oooooohhhhhhhh!!!”

Heated cheers erupted all around, startling countless birds and making them fly away.

Wang Zhenzhen put away his sword and landed on the ground, clasping his fists and bowing, saying, "Thank you, Uncle Taishi, for showing mercy. Zhenzhen accepts defeat wholeheartedly."

Ning Jiasheng nodded approvingly, "Zhenzhen's sword moves are perfect, his movements are unpredictable, and every move is exquisitely done."

Wang Zhenzhen bowed again and retreated to the back to watch the battle.

The disciples around looked around and asked, "Who's next? Who's next?!"

There is no gambling in today's battle because it is meaningless.

Ning Jiasheng also took the initiative and said, "Next person, please come on stage."

"I'm here to ask Uncle Ning for advice."

"It's Uncle Qin! A sword cultivator with water spirit roots, at the late Jindan stage."

The disciples who recognized him chanted loudly.

Ning Jiasheng raised an eyebrow and nodded when he heard the familiar voice, "Junior Brother Qin, I've been waiting for a long time."

As early as when they were in the forbidden area, the Qin bandit had already challenged Ning Jiasheng to a duel.

A lot of things happened after Ning Jiasheng came down the mountain. Now when he thinks back on the days in the forbidden area, it seems like a dream.

Qin Fei also clasped his fists and saluted, saying respectfully: "Junior dare not, please teach me, uncle."

Ning Jiasheng shook his head and laughed secretly, then said seriously, "Please make your move."

Qin Fei nodded, and his body rose up like lightning. His long sword swept through the air, wrapped in transparent and colorless sword energy, and in an instant he was in front of Ning Jiasheng.

Ning Jiasheng raised her eyebrows, and a circle of fire appeared around her body. She first broke the invisible and colorless water vapor that was shackled around her, then raised her sword high and fought back with force.

Ding!

The two swords made a long clashing sound. Both sides continued to increase their strength, and the swords continued to tremble. Thick smoke filled the air around the two men, blocking their figures.

All you could see were a crimson and a light blue fluorescent light flashing from time to time.

Lan Ying was still in the foundation-building stage. Fortunately, she had a good viewing position, so she cast a clear vision spell on herself and stared at the stage without blinking. She also cheered Ning Jiasheng in her heart:

"Master Uncle Ning just competed with someone of the same level. Master Uncle Qin's cultivation is higher than Master Uncle's, and her spiritual roots can restrain her. It would be fair for Master Uncle to at least take a break."

"Hmm... Although I believe that my uncle-master will not lose, I will still be tired..."

Lan Ying stared at the stage and thought randomly.

At this time, Qin Fei saw that he would get no good if he continued to increase his spiritual power. The spiritual power in the opponent's body seemed endless, so he changed his moves quickly and jumped high.

As he rushed out of the fog, he quickly tapped the sword in the air several times with his right hand, while his left hand gathered spiritual power and wrote rapidly along with the sword's momentum. In an instant, a huge sword formation was drawn in the sky.

"It's the Ten Thousand Swords Technique! It took shape so quickly!"

A disciple from Lingxiao Peak who had seen through Qin Fei's tactics exclaimed in amazement.

Waves of seemingly harmless but actually cold and terrifying aura gushed out, and the disciples watching the battle who were close to it felt as if they were in the middle of a violent storm.

but--

"If you use it, I'll use it too!"

Ning Jiasheng muttered to himself.

As both were cultivators from Lingxiao Peak, the techniques they learned were of course very similar.

When Ning Jiasheng saw Qin Fei making a hand gesture, he knew what he was going to do, so he flew up immediately after him and drew an identical sword formation on the opposite side.

But the audience on her side felt as if they were surrounded by flames.

Two huge and imposing magic circles stood in the sky, dividing the stone platform into two distinct colors.

The disciples watching the game below were like a tide, with applause, cheers and shouts rising one after another.

As a viewer, who doesn’t like to watch such a majestic and magnificent scene?

Ning Jiasheng's magic circle and the magic circle on the opposite side took shape at the same time. After the last stroke was put down, the two of them tacitly flew towards the opposite side with swords in hand.

Their swords and limbs fought non-stop in the air, and countless sword blades flew out from the double formation at will, all flying towards each other.

Less than ten minutes later, several cuts appeared on both of their bodies, but their moves were getting faster and faster. Lan Ying could only see a ball of colorful light flying around in the air, but it always stayed within the range of the stone platform.

Qin Fei pursed his lips tightly, becoming more and more courageous as the battle went on. Gradually, he no longer paid attention to his own defense, and with a courageous momentum, he drew his sword as fast as lightning, each sword more swift than the last, forcing his way towards Ning Jiasheng.

Ning Jiasheng suddenly spoke up, "Junior Brother Qin is a true swordsman. However, today's competition is just an ordinary one, so just stop there."

She chuckled and said, "Nephew, be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Jiasheng moved his feet and started the technique of concealing his breath. He suddenly appeared behind Qin Fei and swung his sword with force.

Qin Fei's reaction was not slow either. He changed his body shape and raised his sword to block in an instant. Although he blocked the attack, he was directly knocked back outside the stone platform by the force of the sword.

“Wowoooooooooooooooooooooo!!!”

"Senior Ning is so mighty!!"

"Uncle Taishi is always victorious in every battle!"

There was a burst of warm cheers and all sorts of random shouts.

"I'm finally fortunate enough to witness the power of the Sword Immortal disciple's innate sword bones. It's truly exhilarating."

Qin Fei's mind flashed through these words, and he said respectfully and happily:

"Thank you, Uncle Ning, for your guidance. I have benefited greatly from it."

Ning Jiasheng smiled and said, "No problem. No problem."

"Junior, please take your leave."

After Qin Fei finished speaking, he retreated back into the crowd of people watching the fight.