Junior sister took first place again

The numbers on the odds board jumped wildly——

Ning Jiasheng tore open the crack, and Yu Wuxia slid in:

Xuanling Sect captures the flag: 1 to 10!

Hehuan Palace captures the flag: 1 to 15!

Changxingmen Flag Capture: 1 to 3!

Xuantian Flag has forbidden spells within ten feet. As a sword cultivator, He Ling and Changxing Sect are still the biggest favorites.

"Bet on Immortal He! Changxingmen will definitely win!"

"I'm betting on an upset. I'm betting on Immortal Lord Lin. We're both in the Nascent Soul stage, so we still have a chance."

"If Jade Immortal Lord can charm me close to you, I might have a chance. I'll bet on it!"

"Get out of the way, and add He Xianjun!"

In the spectator seats:

“Sword… Purple Sky Sword?!”

"Oh my god! She deflected He Xianjun's sword with one strike?! What kind of sword technique is that?!"

One disciple cried out in shock, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. "Immortal Lord Lin...isn't she a formation master? How can she use a sword?!"

"Oh my goodness! This swordsmanship... This is definitely more than just 'knowing a little bit'. Such an exquisite sword-breaking style!"

"And that poison claw fighting against the magic weapon... too fierce."

After a brief shock, there was an even more violent wave of noise.

"What are you arguing about? What's the big fuss?"

An inner disciple of the Xuanling Sect suddenly stood up, his face full of pride and self-righteousness. "My Xuanling Sect is a comprehensive giant! We are proficient in everything from elixirs, talismans, weapons, formations, and swords. Is it strange that Senior Sister Lin, as the leader, knows swordsmanship?!"

"That's right, I'm surprised by what I've seen. Immortal Qinglian is our great elder, and the sect's sword pavilion has a vast amount of tomes. Senior Sister Lin is incredibly talented, so what's wrong with her also practicing swordsmanship?!"

"Hmph, you're surprised by something you haven't seen before! Which of our Xuanling Sect disciples doesn't learn from the best of others? There are so many seniors on Yuhua Peak who primarily practice formations and supplement their practice with swordsmanship."

Another disciple put his hands on his hips and spoke with confidence.

"Senior Sister Lin! Master of both bow and sword!"

After a brief moment of shock, there was a roar like a tsunami. The Xuanling Sect disciples were so excited that their faces flushed, completely drowning out the doubts.

"Yes, that's right. Senior Sister Lin is so powerful! She's an expert in both swordsmanship and formations!"

The Xuanling Sect disciples instantly united in their voice, shouting enthusiastically. Although they were deeply impressed by the leader's superb swordsmanship, they had to hold on to the occasion.

Many elders in the Supervisory Elders Group also had strange expressions on their faces.

The Tianhe Yun Clan's Supervisory Elder raised an eyebrow slightly, looked at a stern-looking elder from the Xuanling Sect, and said meaningfully, "Your sect's young friend Lin... has a hidden talent, hidden within a box. If he doesn't make a sound, it's nothing. But when he does, it's astonishing. His swordsmanship is far more than just 'a little knowledge.'"

The Xuanling Sect elder's expression remained unchanged, but a very faint, imperceptible fluctuation flashed in his eyes.

He stroked his beard and said calmly, "As a disciple of the Xuanling Sect, it is my duty to be knowledgeable. Lin Sheng has some knowledge of the way of the sword, and being able to use it at this moment is a testament to the sect's teachings."

Having said that, his slightly pale fingers gripping the armrest of the chair betrayed his inner unrest.

Betting odds.

“Wow——!!!”

After a brief silence, the gambling area erupted into even more frenzied noise.

"A change! A huge change! The Xuanling Sect's chief used a sword and even blocked He Xianjun's sword."

“Quick, the odds, the odds have changed!!”

I saw the huge odds card:

Xuanling Sect’s flag-grabbing: The odds plummeted from 1 to 10 to 1 to 6 in an instant!

Changxingmen Flag Capture: From 1 to 3 to 1 to 4!

Hehuan Palace Capture the Flag: dropped from 1 to 15 to 1 to 13.

Tianhe Yunshi captures the flag: 1 to 12.

"Increase the Xuanling Sect, quick! Strive for an upset comeback."

"Hold on. Immortal He's physical body is unmatched, and cultivating a Yuanying sword is no joke. I will continue to bet on Changxing Sect."

"Both of the Tianhe Yun Clan are still in the circle, so they have a huge advantage."

"Crazy! Crazy!"

Inside the circle, the battle situation changed suddenly!

He Ling was deflected by this sudden and exquisite sword attack, and for the first time, there was real astonishment in her eyes.

She stared at the long sword in Ning Jiasheng's hand, which was glowing with purple light, and the natural demeanor of a master when he held the sword, and alarm bells rang in her heart.

"Sword cultivator?!" He Ling's voice was filled with an unbelievable chill.

Yu Wuxia put away her sword and turned around. After landing, she looked at Ning Jiasheng in surprise and doubt. He was holding Zixiao and his aura suddenly became as sharp as a divine weapon drawn from its sheath.

Ning Jiasheng felt severe pain in her left knee, the wound on her left shoulder was bleeding profusely, and the poisonous pattern on her right arm was wriggling hideously, but her back was straight.

The Zixiao Sword hummed in her hand, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and an invisible sharp sword intent began to spread.

Her face was pale, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, like burning stars.

"Xuanling Sect, Lin Sheng." Her voice was a little hoarse, but very clear. "Please give me some advice, Immortal Lord He!"

He Ling stared at the Zixiao Sword in Ning Jiasheng's hand, her voice icy and piercing, "Great! What a great Chief of Yuhua Peak! You're hiding well enough. Today, I want to see which sword is sharper, yours or mine!"

The long sword was slowly raised, and the sword intent locked onto Ning Jiasheng.

The cold murderous intent and solidified air almost froze the ten-foot forbidden circle.

The Xuantian flagpole stood quietly, and the flowing golden light reflected five faces that were tense to the extreme, becoming the only focus of this tiny place.

He Ling's declaration was like a clarion call to war. Before she finished speaking, the blue bricks under her feet exploded.

The figure turned into a stream of light that tore through space, and the ancient sword in his hand, which was emitting the dual-colored light of water and fire, stabbed out fiercely.

Sometimes the sword's power was like raging waves crashing against the shore, endless and blocking the space; sometimes it was like a volcanic eruption, exploding violently and going straight to the vital points, targeting Ning Jiasheng directly.

This strike was unreserved. Before the sword even reached him, the invisible pressure had already caused Ning Jiasheng's left knee to ache so agonizingly that he could barely stand.

"Just in time." Ning Jiasheng narrowed his eyes slightly. Far from being overwhelmed by the power of the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, he revealed a hint of coldness and arrogance belonging to a top predator!

With a sudden stomp of his left foot, the blue bricks turned into powder.

She didn't dodge or evade. The Zixiao sword in her left hand let out a clear and high-pitched dragon roar. She was the first to arrive, and the tip of the sword was accurately placed at the imperceptible gap where the water and fire forces were converted and connected in He Ling's sword.

"Ding--!"

A sharp sound, so clear that it pierced the ears, resounded throughout the forbidden circle.

He Ling's sword, which contained the power of Nascent Soul and was determined to win, was nailed to the ground in mid-air by this seemingly light move.

The violent water and fire power of the weapon instantly lost balance and backfired, causing He Ling's arm meridians to ache, his blood churning, and his attack to an abrupt halt.

She was filled with shock: This was no coincidence! Lin Sheng's understanding of the sword and his insight into the flow of power were simply incredible.

Although they were both in the Nascent Soul stage, this attack made He Ling... feel as if he was facing a ferocious beast from prehistoric times!

Just when He Ling's sword force was broken and his mind was shaken violently -

The sword in Yu Wuxia's umbrella came silently, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, quietly stabbing from the side and back of Ning Jiasheng, with a tricky and ruthless timing, aiming directly at the empty space under his ribs.

The twins Yun Ting and Yun Xian were also filled with murderous intent.

Yun Ting suppressed the poison and paralysis in his right arm, and held the Jinglan Halberd in his left hand with determination;

Yun Xian's Suiyue Halberd flashed with lightning, and the two halberds attacked together, like two dragons emerging from the sea, carrying the power of wind and thunder, and went straight to attack Ning Jiasheng's back and waist.

The three of them cooperated with each other tacitly and grasped the timing to perfection, hoping to kill Ning Jiasheng the moment he broke He Ling's sword power.

For the glory of the sect, they have given their all.

Ning Jiasheng was instantly caught in a three-way struggle!

However, there was no panic in her eyes, only an extremely cold calmness, and... a hint of provoked anger.

"You're walking into a trap."

A low, cold shout seemed to carry an inhuman majesty.

She didn't retract the Zixiao Sword in her left hand. Instead, she drew the sword's force, transforming it into a sealed arc of purple light. It accurately met He Ling's sword tip, which was delayed by the backlash but still threatening. At the same time—

The hideous purple-black poisonous claws on her right arm suddenly burst out with a terrifying black light - the muscles bulged and the bones made a slight crackling sound.

It's no longer a fight of injuries, but with overwhelming, pure power and speed!

His five fingers were like hooks, tearing through the air. He arrived first and grabbed the cold sword spine before Yu Wuxia's umbrella sword stabbed him.

"Crack!" A teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting.

Yu Wuxia only felt an irresistible and brutal force coming, his tiger's mouth was torn apart instantly, and the sword in the umbrella was bent and deformed by the devil's claws.

The terrifying poisonous force rushed up along the sword like a maggot in the tarsal bone, causing her entire arm to become numb and tingling in an instant, as if she had fallen into an icy cave.

She was horrified and tried to pull away, but she felt as if the sword was cast into the other person's hand.

Ning Jiasheng didn't even look back at the Yun brothers' double halberd attack.

She stomped her left foot hard again, causing the ground to explode. Her body spun like a high-speed gyroscope, using her left foot as the axis. She forcibly moved her right arm, which was holding Yu Wuxia's umbrella sword, like waving a heavy steel whip. She swung the frightened and angry Yu Wuxia, who was unable to break free, along with her deformed umbrella sword, fiercely towards the double halberds stabbing at her by the Yun brothers!

"Get out of here!" A cold and angry shout rang out.

It’s He Ling!

How could she allow others to pick her "fruits"?

He would not allow the Yun brothers to take advantage of him during the duel with Ning Jiasheng!

A cold light flashed in her eyes, and she forcibly suppressed the shock of the backlash. The ancient sword, with the rage of being repeatedly obstructed and the absolute pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator, drew a huge semicircular sword arc of water and fire, and swept towards Yu Wuxia who was swung by Ning Jiasheng, as well as Yun Ting and Yun Xian who were attacking with all their strength.

"He Ling, are you crazy?!"

"Do not--!"

Yu Wuxia screamed in shock and anger. She was being used as a weapon and had no way to defend herself.

Yun Xian was horrified and hurriedly returned to defend with his Broken Yue Halberd, and Yun Ting was the first to bear the brunt of the attack.

“Bang! Crack! Puff——!”

A series of heart-pounding explosions and cracking bones.

He Ling swung her sword in anger, fiercely slashing at Yu Wuxia who was swung by Ning Jiasheng. Yu Wuxia used her twisted umbrella sword and body to resist, and the remaining force hit Yun Ting's Jinglan Ji and Yun Xian's defense.

Yu Wuxia was like a rag doll hit by a huge hammer. The twisted umbrella sword fell out of his hand, blood spurted out, and he flew backwards with a scream, hitting the golden barrier and fainting instantly. No one knew how many bones in his body were broken.

Yun Ting was already at the end of his strength, and the Jinglan Halberd was violently swept away, and the violent force hit his chest without reservation.

His sternum was shattered, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spurted out, and he was knocked unconscious against the barrier.

Yun Xian was also shocked and flew backwards, spitting blood from his mouth. The broken Yue Ji fell out of his hand and hit the wall heavily, losing his fighting ability.

The Supervisory Elder's cold voice sounded at the right time:

"Hehuan Palace Yu Wuxia is out!"

"Yun Ting of the Tianhe Yun Clan is out!"

"Tianhe Yun Clan's Yun Xian is out!"

In a blink of an eye, only Ning Jiasheng and He Ling were left in the circle!