Junior sister took first place again

On the battlefield in the secret realm, the Four Symbols Sword Formation switched from defense to offense, and the disciples began a fierce battle with the monsters with blood flowing like a river.

Upon seeing this, several high-level monsters roared loudly and led the other monsters in launching a more fierce attack.

They were so powerful that every impact caused the sword formation to tremble slightly, and everyone felt unprecedented pressure.

However, Ning Jiasheng did not panic. A gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and she swung her sword, and the sword formation changed accordingly.

Water spells transformed into streams of water dragons, entwining themselves around the monster. Icicles, lightning, and starlight arrows descended even more densely, raining down like raindrops.

The illusions of Hehuan Palace became more confusing, causing the monsters to fall into chaos. The fire sword attack from the south became more fierce, and the flames illuminated the entire battlefield.

Ning Jiasheng's figure flashed and turned into a beam of light, rushing into the group of monsters. He waved his sword, and the sword light was like lightning, instantly killing two high-level monsters.

Her attacks were brutal and precise, each sword aimed directly at the monster's vital points, making it unable to resist.

Seeing Ning Jiasheng being so brave, the morale of the disciples was boosted.

They followed closely behind, and the disciples with five spiritual roots and mutated spiritual roots each showed their best, using water to form shields, fire to form seas, earth to form walls, wood to create bonds, gold to split the sky, wind to fuel the fire, thunder and lightning to create chaos, and they launched a fierce battle with the monsters.

Water dragons, light arrows, illusions, fire swords, all kinds of spells intertwined together to form a magnificent battle picture.

The remaining high-level monsters were enraged upon seeing this and they all screamed. Ning Jiasheng was dizzy and had tinnitus from the sound waves and he almost lost his ability to fly and fell.

Many disciples were bleeding from their mouths, noses, ears, and eyes, and their weapons were seriously damaged. The lower-level monsters took this opportunity to roar and launch even more powerful attacks on the sword formation.

Between heaven and earth, spiritual power surged, sword light and demonic energy intertwined, forming a series of thrilling scenes.

The shield formed by the disciples of the Bishui Sect with water magic was shattered layer by layer and then condensed layer by layer under the violent attack of the monster. Their faces were pale, but no one retreated.

The magical attacks summoned by the disciples of the Star Sect and those with mutated spiritual roots illuminated the battlefield, and arrows of various colors were continuously fired, but it was difficult to completely suppress the ferocity of the high-level monsters.

The illusion of Hehuan Palace caused the monsters to fall into a brief period of confusion, but these high-level monsters were extremely intelligent and were able to quickly break through the illusion and counterattack more fiercely.

Although the fire sword in the south can burn the bodies of monsters, it can only burn some low-level monsters and is difficult to reach flying monsters and high-level monsters.

The disciples relied on their formations to fiercely battle the monsters. As time passed, their spiritual energy gradually depleted, and their injuries grew more severe. In their eyes, there was determination, fatigue, and a desire for victory.

The battle became more and more intense. The two sides fought back and forth, sword light and demonic energy intertwined, spells and power collided, and the entire battlefield fell into chaos.

Ning Jiasheng was in the formation, commanding with confidence. Her sword light was like a raging fire, sweeping away the low-level monsters time and time again, but the attention of the high-level monsters gradually focused on her.

They possess a certain degree of intelligence, and after the previous confrontation, they could easily see that the reason they could hold on until now was all because of her presence.

They began to quietly lock onto the disciple who had just killed his own kind, cunningly avoiding other disciples and specifically targeting Ning Jiasheng, forming a deadly encirclement.

Ning Jiasheng's figure was still as fast as lightning, shuttling between the monsters, his sword flashing, beheading countless monsters.

But as the battle continued, she gradually felt exhausted. Her body, which had not yet fully recovered, was like a well that had been drained of water. The huge consumption of spiritual energy made her movements begin to become slow.

Finally, in a fierce attack, Ning Jiasheng was locked by several shadow claw demons at the same time. Her figure shuttled through the demonic energy, like a small boat swaying in a storm, surrounded by danger.

An ugly, shadowy claw demon caught Ning Jiasheng off guard and pounced on her like a hungry tiger. Ning Jiasheng barely dodged it, but several other demons attacked her, trapping her and escaping death.

At this moment, Ning Jiasheng felt an unprecedented crisis. Flames erupted from her body. She let go of Chi Yan and danced with her hands, leaving an afterimage. The Ten Thousand Swords Technique took shape in an instant, and a rain of arrows fell, burning all the monsters and making them scream.

However, the demons surrounded her, and even though they were surrounded by flames, they were stimulated by the spiritual power that erupted from her body and advanced instead of retreating.

Chi Yan flew back into his hand and blocked some of the attacks, but Ning Jiasheng was still besieged by a group of shadow claw demons and was hit in many places. In an instant, he fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

At the same time, because of the insufficient spiritual power supply after this move, the formation on the back of her hand began to become unstable.

The higher-level monsters screamed shrilly and continued to fly towards the falling Ning Jiasheng. Ning Jiasheng saw the madness that wanted to tear him apart in their scarlet eyes.

If she failed at this point, her life would end there. Then her identity would be exposed, and all the painstaking efforts of so many people to hide her identity would backfire.

A strong sense of unwillingness surged in Ning Jiasheng's heart.

On the battlefield, the light of the Four Symbols Sword Formation seemed to dim the moment Ning Jiasheng fell.

The surrounding monsters roared in triumph, but the hearts of the disciples sank to the bottom. The dark clouds in the sky grew even darker, and thunder rumbled, as if foreshadowing an even greater disaster to come.

Liu Yuechi, Mu Huaijin and others showed expressions of disbelief on their faces. They rushed towards the direction where Ning Jiasheng fell, calling out, "Uncle Grand Master!" Their voices were full of fear and anxiety, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

Disciples from other sects also stopped fighting, their eyes casting towards Ning Jiasheng, deep worry in their eyes. Alchemy and medical practitioners unleashed their healing techniques, hoping Ning Jiasheng would survive this ordeal.

The wind was whistling in her ears, and Ning Jiasheng felt weaker than ever before. When she fell, her serious injuries had caused her consciousness to begin to blur.

She thought about the choice she made when she came back. She was surrounded by disciples who expected her to lead them to victory, but she was about to fail.

Ning Jiasheng's heart was filled with resentment. She still had too many unfinished missions and too many people who needed her protection.

The Cangwu trial had just begun, and she had promised her master and senior brothers that she would never let them down when she returned to Lingxiao Peak.

Deep in his heart, an indomitable will was burning, and Ning Jiasheng felt a strong desire to survive.

She can't just give up!

"Chi Yan!"

With a low shout, the long sword that was deeply inserted into the ground hummed and finally returned to Ning Jiasheng's hand.

Before her stood a group of demons with murderous eyes, eager to tear her into pieces. Their sharp claws had already touched her skin, causing waves of stinging pain.

Behind her were her companions who had just fought alongside her. Their calls were filled with anxiety as they desperately ran towards her.

Ning Jiasheng's eyes held no fear, only an unyielding determination. Veins bulged in her hands as she gripped the Red Flame tightly, ready for the final stand.

At this critical moment, a force quietly surged. It was like a stream in the mountains, gathering into a river, passing through the smoke and chaos on the battlefield, and rushing towards Ning Jiasheng.

This was not the first time she had felt this power, but this time, it was no longer a gift from outside, but a real power that belonged to her.

It carries everyone's expectations and trust. Ning Jiasheng feels the surging power of faith in his body. He takes a deep breath and swings his sword fiercely. The sword light is like the dawn, instantly sweeping away all the monsters here. The sword energy lingers, rushing straight into the sky and breaking through the thick clouds.

At this moment, the clouds parted and the sun rose. She stood in the air, holding a long sword, like a god descending to the earth, majestic and sacred.