Junior sister took first place again

The next day, there was still a waning moon in the sky, but the Xuanling Sect's sword-discussing arena was already packed with people, and it was extremely lively.

Ever since Ning Jiasheng was imprisoned in the restricted area, it has not been so lively here for nearly a year.

Although there were many disciples who came on stage to compete, none of them had such a prominent identity as Ning Jiasheng, nor such high popularity as her, so the number of onlookers was naturally not so exaggerated.

Nie Yushu was meditating next to the sword-discussing arena. He had been waiting here since last night.

Gradually, a red glow appeared in the eastern sky. As the range became larger and larger, a scarlet sun slowly rose and the sky became bright.

Nie Yushu opened his eyes, recited the incantation silently, stood up, and looked towards Lingxiao Peak with a bright look.

It didn't take long for people to wait. Soon, two streams of light flew from the direction of Lingxiao Peak and landed on the other side of the sword-discussing arena. Ning Jiasheng and Wen Xingzhou arrived.

The crowd suddenly became noisy.

"Look! Here it comes, here it comes!"

"Oh my god! Even Senior Wen is here. Is he worried about my junior sister? After all, the gap between the two sides this time is bigger than ever before."

"They should be here to watch Senior Ning compete. Senior Wen has been in seclusion and has never seen Senior Ning compete."

"I say, does the Great Elder accept disciples based on appearance? When I suddenly saw these brothers and sisters appear together, my heart was jumping like a rabbit."

"........."

There was silence for a moment, mainly because the person who said this was a physical cultivator from Baiqi Peak, whose body was as strong as an iron tower.

A Lingxiao Peak disciple nearby twitched his lips. "How is that possible? With the strength of these two seniors, either one of them could beat you up."

"So, who are you betting on to win? Although I really want to continue betting on Senior Ning, this time it's too close to call. I can't bear to part with so many spirit stones."

"Me too, I'm betting on Elder Nie this time."

"Me too... But even if Senior Ning loses, it doesn't matter. After all, the gap in realm is there."

Lan Ying was extremely anxious when she saw that no one around her was optimistic about Ning Jiasheng.

"I'm betting on Grandmaster Ning. Who said she would lose? It's not the first time Grandmaster Ning has won a challenge against someone of a higher level. Elder Nie is also a sword cultivator, and Grandmaster Ning has fought the most sword cultivators."

The other fellow disciples looked at her and smiled, "Senior Sister Lan/Junior Nephew is indeed wealthy and powerful."

Seeing the teasing looks from her fellow disciples, Lan Ying stamped her feet in dissatisfaction and said angrily:

"Elder Nie still has a gold spiritual root, so Uncle Master Ning will definitely win!"

"Junior Brother Lan is still a little young. At the level of our predecessors, spiritual root restraint is no longer so important. The amount of spiritual power is the decisive factor."

"The spiritual power of the early and late stages of the Golden Core..."

The disciple shook his head and did not continue.

"I won't tell you anymore. We'll see the outcome later."

After Lan Ying finished speaking, she turned to look at the sword-fighting arena, and the others also waited with bated breath.

Ning Jiasheng and Nie Yushu have already come on stage, and the sword-wielding elder has opened the barrier.

Nie Yushu stood opposite and said with a forced smile, "Uncle Ning, I'm sorry for the offense."

As soon as he finished speaking, the elder also swung out a burst of energy to strike the gong. Nie Yushu pinched the magic formula with one hand and drew the sword with the other. Golden light appeared around his body and shot straight towards Ning Jiasheng.

He used such a powerful move right at the start, and he actually wanted to defeat Ning Jiasheng quickly. There was a sound of gasps around him.

Ning Jiasheng dodged the oncoming sword lights, swung his sword to smash the golden blade on the right, and shuttled through the dense golden light like a butterfly, without even touching a corner of his clothes.

"Senior Ning's speed is so fast that I can't see clearly."

"But hiding like this doesn't look like a sword cultivator at all. She's a disciple of the Sword Immortal."

"Stop arguing! Look, Elder Nie is moving again!"

Of course Nie Yushu knew that this would not hurt her at all.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his gestures suddenly changed. Countless thin golden lines suddenly lit up in the air and on the ground, surrounding Ning Jiasheng from all directions.

"It's the Silk Binding Technique! The range of the Jindan realm technique is too large. Senior Ning has nowhere to hide."

Nie Yushu said coldly, "Uncle Master, hiding and evading is not the nature of a sword cultivator. Why don't you attack?"

After saying that, he clasped his five fingers together, and the golden thread quickly contracted towards Ning Jiasheng in mid-air, condensing into a golden human cocoon in the air.

The surrounding disciples were in an uproar, and Wen Xingzhou was also looking over there closely.

Suddenly, a red light shone brightly in the center of the gold. Ning Jiasheng, holding the red flame, used several sword moves to cut through the golden cocoon. Golden silk floss fluttered down and dissipated into the air before it hit the ground.

Ning Jiasheng chuckled and said, "Spiritual root restraint is still very practical."

Then, she swung Chiyan lightly and confidently, the sword spun half a circle in the air, a dazzling red light rose into the sky, and Ning Jiasheng rushed towards the opposite side with vigorous sword energy.

Nie Yushu sneered, "Just in time!"

As he spoke, he raised his sword and rushed forward to meet Ning Jiasheng. The two long swords crossed in the air, making a fierce sound of golden swords. In an instant, the two men had fought for more than a hundred moves and circled around the sword-fighting arena.

"I can't even see their moves clearly."

A Lingxiao Peak Foundation Establishment disciple murmured, then asked the uncle next to him: "Uncle, can you see clearly?"

"I'm ashamed. I can't see clearly either."

The uncle-master looked at the stage intently and said, "Even though I broke through the Jindan stage a few years ago, I still can't keep up with the speed of the great uncle-master. It's true that there is no false reputation."

The fight on the stage continued, with the two men's left hands and legs not holding swords also fighting each other.

Both sides suffered some minor injuries.

Nie Yushu has more spiritual power than her, and Ning Jiasheng's limbs feel slightly numb.

Although the inner demon had previously mocked Nie Yushu for being in the late stage of Jindan at the age of two or three hundred, he was actually less than two hundred and fifty years old. This cultivation speed was actually very fast.

You should know that the higher the level, the harder it is to get promoted, otherwise ordinary people would not dare to ask Qinglian Immortal to become his disciple.

But he was unlucky to face Ning Jiasheng.

Although Nie Yushu had a higher level of cultivation and more spiritual power, Ning Jiasheng relied on the demon clan's powerful body, and the wounds on the other party looked more horrifying than hers.

Moreover, Ning Jiasheng is not an ordinary genius. Although she has just reached the Jindan stage, her speed is not inferior to Nie Yushu, who is in the late Jindan stage. The two sides are evenly matched.

After a few more fierce sword moves, the two sides separated and stood on both sides of the sword-fighting arena.

Both of their sword-holding hands were bleeding, and the blood was flowing down the sword body to the tip and dripping down.

Nie Yushu was shocked. How could this be?

The speed and strength of her attacks were no weaker than his. If it dragged on any longer, the outcome would be unpredictable.

In that case, let’s keep it simple and just compete directly in spiritual power.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and used his spirit to control the sword to float in front of him. The sword body emitted circles of golden light and slowly pointed to the opposite side.

It was exactly the move that Ning Jiasheng used to fight Feng Ren in the forbidden area - the unity of man and sword.

The inner demon roared in the sea of consciousness: "Stop dragging it out, quickly take him down!"

Ning Jiasheng's lips curled slightly, "That's exactly what I was thinking."

She also let go of Chi Yan and used the same moves as the opponent, but a red halo flew out from Chi Yan's body.

Nie Yushu smiled contemptuously: "You don't know your own limitations."

After the words were spoken, both sides completed their hand gestures and rushed towards each other at the same time.

"boom!"

A dull sound came from the center of the sword-fighting arena, and the spiritual power of the two sides rebounded onto the barrier, causing the sword-fighting arena and its surroundings to shake.

The disciples watching the game stared at the stage without blinking, afraid of missing the final result.

The two people fighting were still inputting spiritual power, and cold sweat gradually appeared on Nie Yushu's forehead.

"how come......"

He looked at Ning Jiasheng in disbelief as he was still increasing his spiritual power. He gritted his teeth and suddenly mobilized all his spiritual power and injected it into the sword.

A golden light flashed in Ning Jiasheng's eyes, and his pupils instantly became cracked. Fortunately, the magic weapon given by his master covered it up, and no one noticed anything unusual.

Without hesitation, she injected a large amount of spiritual power into Chi Yan.

A dazzling light erupted from the center of the sword-fighting arena, and crackling sounds were heard in several places within the barrier.

The light faded, and Nie Yushu fainted on the stage. Ning Jiasheng supported Chi Yan and half-knelt on the stage.

The demon race is naturally closer to nature than humans, so even when fighting, Ning Jiasheng is independently absorbing the spiritual power between heaven and earth.

Although the amount inhaled is very small compared to that during meditation, it is particularly important at this moment.

Especially since Nie Yushu relied on his abundant spiritual power and tried to tease her with flashy moves as soon as he came on stage. She dodged so easily that she didn't even use any spiritual power at all.

As the fight went on, the difference in spiritual power between them became smaller and smaller.

There was silence all around, and after a moment, there was an outbreak of intense cheers and wails.

When the noise died down, the Sword-wielding Elder came out again and announced:

"The one who answers the invitation wins."

He looked at Ning Jiasheng and asked, "What are your conditions?"

Ning Jiasheng: "From now on, he must stay three meters away from me wherever I appear."

The sword-wielding elder nodded in agreement without hesitation, because Nie Yushu's condition was to get Ning Jiasheng's sword.

In comparison, her conditions are nothing compared to them.

Ning Jiasheng: "Thank you, Elder Qin."

There was no other way. With Qinglian Immortal and Wen Xingzhou around, Ning Jiasheng had all the treasures she wanted. She didn't want anything that Nie Yushu could offer.

On the contrary, he often comes to me to seek presence, which is really annoying. After this time, I don't need to bother him anymore.

Wen Xingzhou waited anxiously for the two to finish speaking, then bowed to Elder Qin and said:

"Now that the competition is over, I will take my junior sister to heal her injuries first. See you later, Elder Qin."

After he finished speaking, he went on stage, picked up Ning Jiasheng and flew towards Shen Yao Peak.

The Sword Fighting Arena is right next to the Divine Medicine Peak, and the reason for this is self-evident.

Ning Jiasheng had no time to refuse, and said with a frown:

"Brother, I'm fine. I just need to take some medicine and regulate my breathing."

"Junior sister, don't move. Divine Medicine Peak is right here. We'll go back after we've taken a look."

Wen Xingzhou said this without allowing any room for refusal, and after that he had already flown to the alchemy room of Shen Yao Peak.

Now that they were there, Ning Jiasheng had no choice but to follow him.

But she was safe and sound, and it would be awkward to hold her like that. Ning Jiasheng insisted on getting down and walking by himself.

Wen Xingzhou couldn't persuade her and finally let her go.