Junior sister took first place again

The celadon teacup exploded on the bluestone floor, and the scalding hot tea splashed onto the backs of the siblings' hands, instantly forming scarlet blisters.

"waste!"

Xue Wuying was wearing an indigo-green robe, and the Xue family jade pendant hanging around his waist was shaking violently with his furious movements.

At this moment, the seemingly elegant young man from a noble family had bloodshot eyes, and with one palm he knocked the two men three feet away.

"I asked you to keep an eye on someone, and you can't even keep track of him?" He stepped on Nan Xu's right hand and slowly crushed it. The sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard in the hall. "I raised you for hundreds of years, and you raised someone as blind as you?"

Nan Xu groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Qianhan took two steps on his knees and leaned forward, saying, "I acknowledge my guilt... When the Nine Stars Aligned, I never imagined they would dare to travel directly through the rift in time and space..."

"Say it again!" Xue Wuying suddenly let go of Nan Xu, leaned over and grabbed his collar, "Forget about Wen Xingzhou, but that girl is clearly only in the Nascent Soul stage, how dare she jump into--" His voice stopped abruptly, his pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly let go of his hand.

In the dead silence of the hall, the photo-taking bead that slipped from Nan Xu's sleeve was flickering with light. In the picture, Ning Jiasheng's white clothes were stained with blood, and he was half-held by Wen Xingzhou and fell into the crevice.

"Hehe..." Xue Wuying suddenly chuckled, casually sending a stream of spiritual energy into the heart meridians of the siblings. "Go to the Bone-Eroding Abyss and receive three hundred lashes. If you can still crawl out..." His clothes fluttered as he turned, "I'll continue to be your dog."

Ning Jiasheng suddenly pressed his chest, and a little golden light seeped out from between his fingers.

"He's taken the bait." She wiped the blood from her lips, and the red flames drew a brilliant trajectory in the strong wind. "Half an hour earlier than expected."

The plum branch in Ji He's hand suddenly blossomed with seven blood-red plum blossoms. He sighed and said, "That snake demon is really willing to spend money, even letting you plant a mark on my heart meridian."

"He hates Xue Wuying so much." Ning Jiasheng raised the tip of his sword lightly, and the strong wind in front of him automatically parted a path. "Where is the Immortal Sect Competition?"

Ji He looked up at the sky and calculated the time. "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the third stage - Ziwei's challenge for the throne."

"The top sixty-four disciples on the Heavenly Ranking will be drawn for a duel. The top ten disciples will be decided within half a month." He paused, "Today is the third day."

Chi Yan suddenly let out a clear and melodious sword sound, and Ning Jiasheng leaped into the center of the storm: "It's still in time."

The seventeenth round of the Heavenly Ranking.

Cui Jingyou's sword moved first, and a drop of "morning dew" condensed three inches from the tip of the sword, reflecting a seven-colored halo in the morning light. He Ling's red dress moved without wind, and her sword was not sheathed, but a wisp of sword energy burst out from her fingers -

"Ding!"

Cui Jingyou's sword tip accurately shattered the fiery red sword energy, and the sword body drew an arc, actually wrapping the silver light with that drop of "morning dew".

He Ling suddenly spun around, and the water-colored sword energy wrapped around the opponent's sword tip like a vine, using the force to throw the scabbard into the air.

Before the scabbard fell, Cui Jingyou had already unleashed his signature move, "Returning Wind and Brushing Willows." His sword's unpredictable movement created three afterimages, but the true sword, hidden behind the fourth, went straight for He Ling's throat.

The woman in red lightly crushed the green bricks of the arena with her heels, and the dual spiritual roots of water and fire exploded into a wave of air under her feet. She leaned back forty-five degrees, and her black hair almost brushed against the sword's edge.

The counterattack was fierce - He Ling's sword was unsheathed at some point, and the sword spine slid down along the sword spine of Cui Jingyou, sparks flying and directly cutting the opponent's thumb holding the sword.

Cui Jingyou had to abandon defense and go on the offensive. He suddenly pressed down the hilt of the sword and used the cloud pattern at the throat to block the incoming sword tip.

At the moment the two swords clashed, Cui Jingyou's sleeves moved without a breath of wind. Cui's sword technique, "Nine Curves of Cold River," suddenly unleashed, the blade trembling like waves, layer upon layer of force.

He Ling's sword was vibrating and blood was oozing from the knuckles.

The woman in red suddenly changed her tactics, and the tip of her sword drew circles following the frequency of the opponent's vibration.

Water and fire spirit roots alternately infused the sword, causing it to alternately heat and cool. By the seventh wave, Cui Jingyou's sword had been pulled off balance by three inches—a phenomenon He Ling had coined: "Yin Yang Mistake."

The spectator seats were packed with people. The shouts of the Changxing Sect disciples made the people from the Zhongzhou families dissatisfied, and they spontaneously cheered for Cui Jingyou. The anger between the two sides was even more intense than the two people competing on the ring.