Junior sister took first place again

It has to be said that Xue You has some privileges in Xuanling Sect.

At least there are lush clusters of Tianxin orchids growing everywhere in the entire Xuanling Sect, and they have not been pulled out.

Moreover, the two immortals on Lingxiao Peak also tacitly allowed it to do some harmless little things.

Those Tianxin orchids floated to several inconspicuous corners with good viewing angles and fell down, and four pictures appeared in front of the two big monsters.

The pictures all show the stone platform in the center of the Lingxiao Peak martial arts training ground, but the perspectives of each picture are different.

The previous conversation between Xue You and Fu E didn't last long, and Ning Jiasheng's first game in the afternoon was not yet finished.

As soon as the battle scene appeared, the two big monsters' eyes lit up.

Xue You's eyes lit up with admiration as she blurted out in amazement, "Amazingly... one against three! I've seen a few cultivators born with sword bones, but the difference between them and her is enormous."

Fu E had seen Ning Jiasheng take action many times before and knew that her strength was top-notch among Jindan cultivators, but he was still amazed this time.

The Ning Jiasheng that Fu E had seen before was always fighting against the demons and monsters. He was ruthless and his moves were deadly. This was definitely the type of fighting that the demons liked best.

This was the first time he saw Ning Jiasheng fighting against cultivators, one against three, and the opponents were all sword cultivators with the same cultivation level as her.

The three sword cultivators opposite Ning Jiasheng had fire spiritual roots, grass spiritual roots, and dual water and earth spiritual roots.

When the three of them came on stage, the disciple with dual spiritual roots was wrapped in a huge piece of mud with a diameter of about three meters. He was still agile and rushed straight towards Ning Jiasheng with great momentum.

The air around him trembled wherever he passed, and if you were not careful, you would be knocked off the stage by this force.

The one with the grass spirit root stood lightly on the soil above her teammates' heads, and kept using the sword shadow to transform thorn balls into balls that flew towards Ning Jiasheng. Her feet were also covered with thorns surrounded by green light.

The one with the fire spirit root, relying on the cover of his two teammates, would suddenly launch sneak attacks from time to time.

Ning Jiasheng's whole body was covered in flames, burning one thorn ball after another, and occasionally leaving charred footprints on the ground. He flew forward and fought the two men head-on.

However, the soil, which seemed extremely hard, was actually very resilient upon contact. Whether it was struck by a sword or slapped by a palm, the spiritual power was like a stone sinking into the sea. With the help of the other two people, Ning Jiasheng was completely unable to break his defense for a while, and had to retreat a few steps to increase the distance between them.

The disciple with grass spiritual roots used thorny vines to weave a giant net in front of him, and he and the disciple with double spiritual roots chased after him relentlessly from behind.

The disciple with the fire spiritual root also flashed from the left. The three of them formed a formation and used the Ten Thousand Swords Technique to attack together, preparing to force Ning Jiasheng off the stone platform which was less than one meter away from the edge.

For a moment, the sky above Ning Jiasheng was covered by brilliant sword light, fire and a huge net.

Seeing this, Ning Jiasheng applauded the three of them in his heart. Their tactics and tacit understanding were perfect.

Then, it's her turn next.

Chi Yan floated up in front of her, the sword body hummed, and circles of halos were spread out. Ning Jiasheng flipped her hands and immediately formed seals.

The pupils of the three people shrank, and the dual-spiritual root disciple shouted, "We can't let the senior finish the spell, hurry!"

The three of them accelerated to complete the sword formation at a speed they had never used before. As soon as they finished speaking, something above Ning Jiasheng came crashing down with astonishing force.

The disciples in the audience held their breath, and a few even closed one eye, unable to bear to see Senior Ning lose.

only--

"late."

A voice with a hint of laughter sounded, and a dazzling flame shot up into the sky from the edge of the stone platform. A sword broke through the huge sword net above the head and flew past with an indomitable momentum.

First it was the disciple with fire spiritual roots, then the disciple with grass spiritual roots, and finally it flew straight past the shoulders of the disciple with double spiritual roots. The extremely powerful sword energy swept the three of them off the stage.

The remaining sword energy flew in all directions, cutting the clothes of many people around.

There was a long, thin wound on the shoulder of each of the three men.

The air currents in the air were temporarily disrupted. Ning Jiasheng stood on the stage with her hands behind her back and a sword in her hand. Her carefully selected black and gold skirt was rustling in the wind.

In the afternoon, more than half of the people watching the fight were gone, but the surrounding high walls and trees could not block the earth-shaking blows and shouts. The disciples who were taking classes nearby had already focused their attention on the martial arts training ground.

There are also those who are smart or wealthy enough to have asked someone to record it with a photo stone, and even if they can't go to the scene, they will find a way to watch it.

In the backyard of the spice shop, Xue You commented again with admiration, "I've seen her senior brother use his sword quite a few times. If she used her full strength in this man-sword fusion move, even Immortal Lord Wen, who is in the early Nascent Soul stage, would be completely unable to resist it."

Fu E watched the entire show and only then spoke:

"I don't know what it was like when Immortal Lord Wen was in the Nascent Soul stage, but—"

He said, "In the old days, there were often greedy cultivators who ran to the west. I personally saw my mother kill a sword cultivator at the Spiritual Transformation Stage with a single blow. If it had been Ning Xianjun at the Spiritual Transformation Stage, she would have had no problem keeping her life."

After saying that, Fu E added,

"My mother had just entered the Grandmaster realm of the human race at that time."

Xue You didn't say anything more to praise her, but just sighed in an ambiguous way: "Fortunately, she is the disciple of the Immortal Lord."

There are so many immortals, and at first glance it is hard to tell which one they are talking about.

But there is only one person who makes the demon clan sincerely submit and respect him as the Immortal Lord.

Fu E didn't say much, just nodded in agreement.

The two demons returned to business, discussing the next arrangements while glancing at the competition from time to time.

Because the people who came on stage later were replaced by individuals, there was no suspense about the outcome.

However, although his style was completely different from the killing move they liked, Ning Jiasheng exuded another temperament of a sword cultivator - a kind of confidence that came from being well-prepared.

Lightning-fast moves, graceful and calm body movements, wonderful spells, continuous fighting without being at a disadvantage, presenting a harmonious, beautiful and extremely elegant picture that is pleasing to the onlookers.

From the perspective of the demon race's aesthetics, this competition is more like singing and dancing to liven up the atmosphere at a banquet.

Speaking of which, the demon race is naturally blessed with many powerful demons who are good at singing and dancing.

In the past, the Luan bird clan was very popular at your Majesty’s banquets.