Junior sister took first place again

Chapter 443 Immortal Sect Competition

The starlight at Chenshi had not yet faded, and the 512 disciples on the Heavenly Ranking had been randomly assigned to the Sword Testing Platform by the Zhoutian Xuanji Formation.

The rule of direct elimination after four rounds of defeat imbued every match with a solemn and murderous atmosphere. On the viewing platform, the elders from various factions stared intently at He Ling, Xiao Han, Ji Yu, Yan Jiuyuan, and the others—those disciples who had advanced after ten consecutive victories were already the benchmarks of the new generation of the Immortal Sect.

He Ling's opponent is a disciple of the Shahai Sect in the northwest of Xizhou, a cultivator who is good at earth-based magic.

As soon as the opponent appeared on the scene, he made a gesture to summon a sandstorm, and the yellow sand condensed into a giant python that pounced on He Ling.

However, He Ling's sword light was faster than the sand - the frosty sword energy was like the Milky Way rolling back, instantly freezing the sand python, and the ice spikes followed the trajectory of the magic in the opposite direction, freezing the opponent's arms.

"The Frost Sky Sword Intent... truly lives up to its reputation!" The spectators held their breath.

Everyone watching the fight knew that this was the sword intent that He Ling had realized while traveling around to fight demons over the years.

You know, He Ling originally had three spiritual roots. With multiple spiritual roots, it would be more difficult to comprehend the innate sword intent than with a single spiritual root.

What's more, earlier, she majored in fire swordsmanship.

As He Ling's fame has grown in recent years, Changxingmen has also gradually grown stronger. There are many more fellow disciples and younger generations cheering for her from the audience than the eldest senior brother Yuwen Yi.

He Ling put away his sword and turned around. The disciples of Shahai Sect collapsed to the ground. The first battle ended in just half a minute.

Lan Qiqi's heavy sword was wrapped in thunder, and her duel with the talisman cultivator from a certain family in Dongzhou was a scene of violent aesthetics.

After exchanging a few moves, the talisman cultivator saw that the situation was not good and wanted to end the battle quickly. He suddenly threw out 72 thunder and fire talismans, trying to trap and kill Ji Yu with the talisman formation, but she poked him with the tip of her sword, causing the thunder from the sky to backfire.

Purple lightning flashed like a dragon, and the talisman formation exploded. The talisman cultivator was blown off the stage by the aftermath, and his clothes were scorched black.

"Attracting thunder to break the formation... The Sword Casting Villa's 'Nine Heavens Thunder Art' has been cultivated to the highest level!"

The onlookers' eyes were filled with wonder and they couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Yan Jiuyuan encountered Sheng An, a disciple of Hehuan Palace. Sheng An laughed helplessly and bowed to him, "I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse to meet Immortal Lord Yan in the first round."

Yan Jiuyuan smiled and nodded in return, "Fellow Daoist Sheng, please enlighten me."

Different from the charm test in the preliminary round, Sheng An used his life-saving magic weapon "Thousand Illusion Harp" this time. The sound of the harp created an illusion, and the sword-testing platform instantly turned into a sea of desire in the mortal world.

However, the skills practiced by the disciples of the Xingchen Sect naturally have a tendency to restrain magic, not to mention that Sheng An's opponent is the direct disciple of the Wushuang Immortal Venerable.

Yan Jiuyuan is older and more advanced than Sheng An, so the outcome of this round is obvious, but no one who comes on stage to compete in the Immortal Sect Competition will retreat without a fight.

Therefore, even if the victory or defeat is not in doubt, the person on stage still has to take it seriously.

Yan Jiuyuan closed his eyes and concentrated, and the star disk suddenly lit up with the pattern of the Big Dipper. The starlight penetrated the illusion and turned into a sword that stabbed at Sheng An's eyebrows.

The sword energy condensed from starlight streaked across the sky like a meteor, bearing a chilling chill as it hurtled towards Sheng An. Though startled, Sheng An remained calm, his fingers rapidly plucking the strings. The sound surged forth like a tide, forming invisible barriers to block Yan Jiuyuan's sword energy.

"Ding—" The sound of the zither and the sword light collided, making a crisp sound. Although Sheng An's barrier was torn apart by the sword light, it also slightly slowed down Yan Jiuyuan's attack.

He took the opportunity to step back a few steps, and lightly plucked the strings with his fingers. The sound of the piano suddenly changed, and the sea of ​​red and white desire in the illusion instantly turned into countless swords and shadows, sweeping towards Yan Jiuyuan.

Yan Jiuyuan's expression remained unchanged. He turned the star plate in his hand, and the patterns of the Big Dipper lit up again. The starlight poured down like a waterfall, swallowing up all the sword lights and shadows.

He moved lightly, and his figure flashed beside Sheng An like a ghost, with the tip of his sword pointing directly at Sheng An's throat.

Sheng An's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly dodged to the side. At the same time, his fingers plucked the strings hard. The sound of the piano was like thunder, shaking the air around the sword testing platform slightly.

Yan Jiuyuan's sword force was slightly stagnant by the sudden sound wave. Sheng An took the opportunity to distance himself from him, with beads of sweat already oozing from his forehead.

"Immortal Yan's star arts are exquisite." Sheng An took a breath and smiled bitterly, "However, the magic of my Hehuan Palace is not so easy to break."

Yan Jiuyuan smiled slightly, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "Fellow Daoist Sheng's piano music illusion is indeed exquisite. If it weren't for the skills I practiced to restrain the magic, I would probably not be able to escape so easily."

When Sheng An heard this, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He gently stroked the strings with his fingers, and the sound of the piano rang out again.

This time, the sound of the piano was no longer sharp, but rather gentle, like a spring breeze blowing on your face, relaxing your mind.

Yan Jiuyuan frowned slightly, feeling that his consciousness seemed to be drawn by the sound of the piano, and the scene before him began to change.

"An illusion within an illusion?" Yan Jiuyuan's mind stirred, and he immediately realized Sheng An's intention. He closed his eyes, and the star disk in his hand lit up again. The starlight wrapped around him like a silk thread, isolating him from the outside world.

Seeing this, Sheng An's heart sank, knowing that Yan Jiuyuan had seen through his illusion. He gritted his teeth and rapidly plucked the strings. The sound poured out like a violent storm, trying to forcibly pull Yan Jiuyuan into the illusion.

Yan Jiuyuan felt the impact of the piano music, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the star plate in his hand suddenly turned. The starlight suddenly burst out and turned into a dazzling beam of light that shot straight into the sky.

In the beam of light, Yan Jiuyuan's figure appeared and disappeared, as if it had merged with the stars.

"Under the stars, nothing can exist." Yan Jiuyuan's voice echoed in the light column with unparalleled majesty.

The sound of the piano instantly dissipated under the power of the stars. Sheng An's fingertips paused, his face turned pale, and he staggered back, finally falling down on the sword testing platform.

Yan Jiuyuan put away the star disk, walked to Sheng An, and helped him up with his hand: "Fellow Daoist Sheng, thank you for letting me."

Sheng An put away his weapon, bowed and said, "Immortal Lord Yan is indeed powerful. I am convinced."

Yan Jiuyuan smiled faintly and patted his shoulder: "Fellow Daoist Sheng's piano music illusion has reached perfection. If it weren't for my special skills, I'm afraid it would be difficult to defeat him. If you have some free time in the future, why not come to Xingchen Sect and we can have a discussion."

"Thank you, Immortal Yan. I will definitely visit you."

The two exchanged a smile, and the tense atmosphere on the sword-testing stage dissipated. The audience applauded, cheering for this exciting duel.

In a moment, the formation under their feet lit up, and the two were teleported to the next round.