Junior sister took first place again

He Ling's sword missed and his face turned pale.

She looked at Lin Sheng, who casually released the transformed Jinglan Halberd with his right claw and had a deep and majestic aura, and her fear reached its peak.

The physical strength and instantaneous burst of power that the opponent just displayed was completely like a humanoid beast.

Yu Wuxia's umbrella was slightly closed, protecting himself in front of him, and his eyes were extremely solemn as he wandered around the edge of the battlefield.

She completely gave up the idea of ​​actively attacking Ning He and the others, and pushed Hehuan Palace's body skills to the extreme, like an elusive red shadow, just to protect herself and wait for the one in ten thousand chance of seizing the flag after both sides were injured.

Third place is her most realistic goal at the moment.

"It's your turn." Ning Jiasheng's eyes were like lightning, locking onto He Ling. He slowly raised the Zixiao Sword, with the tip of the sword pointing into the distance.

A majestic aura mixed with the majesty of a Nascent Soul cultivator and the power of a half-demon suddenly erupted.

The wounds on his left shoulder and ribs had already stopped bleeding due to his strong half-demon physique, and his muscles had slowly contracted and healed without him noticing.

Although the poisonous pattern on the right arm was ferocious, it was firmly suppressed by an even more powerful force.

He Ling's pupils suddenly shrank, and the strong sense of crisis made her no longer hold back.

She roared, awakening the power inherent in the sword.

The water and fire spiritual light on the sword reached its peak, entwining, compressing, and transforming into an extremely unstable chaotic energy that exuded an aura of annihilation.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, take my last sword!"

He Ling and the sword became one, transforming into a destructive stream of chaotic light, rushing towards Ning Jiasheng with a sharp scream that tore through space.

Wherever it passed, the air wailed as if it was overwhelmed.

Faced with this fatal blow that was enough to severely damage a Nascent Soul cultivator of the same level, Ning Jiasheng's eyes burned with burning fighting intent, and even a hint of excitement curved the corners of his mouth.

"Come!"

With a clear shout, she used the force to glare at him. She didn't choose to retreat or dodge, but instead—she charged head-on at the destructive streak, her speed just as fast as lightning.

At the moment when the two sides are about to collide.

The purple-black poisonous pattern on Ning Jiasheng's right arm instantly lit up with a dazzling scarlet light, and his entire arm seemed to be covered with a layer of armor flowing with dark red magma. His five fingers were like hooks, exuding an aura of tearing everything apart.

Bat King's evil power: Grasp of Origin.

The Purple Sky Sword in her left hand drew a mysterious trajectory, not to directly hit the Chaos Core, but to pierce the edge of the violent Chaos Energy Flow with incredible precision, a relatively weak and slightly sluggish node.

"break!"

“Swish—Boom!!!”

The tip of the Zixiao sword burst out with extremely condensed sword intent that could break through the law, like a red-hot steel needle inserted into a boiling oil pan.

The destructive chaotic energy flow was torn apart by this point, although it was only for a moment, but it was enough.

At the moment when the gap appeared, Ning Jiasheng's right claw, burning with the original evil power, with unparalleled penetrating power and speed,

Ignoring the burning aftermath of the violent energy, he passed through the gap with incredible precision and grabbed He Ling's sword-holding wrist.

"What?!" He Ling screamed in shock.

She never expected that the other party would dare to break the move in this way, and she never expected that the other party's hand could withstand the aftermath of Guixu's power.

The moment her wrist was grabbed, an overwhelming and unstoppable force with absolute restraining power instantly surged into her arm, blocking her meridians.

The sword's power was like a poisonous snake being pinched at the seven inches, and it collapsed in an instant.

"Let go!" Ning Jiasheng shouted coldly, pinching and flicking with his right claw.

"Crack!" There was a clear sound of wrist bone cracking.

"Ah--!" He Ling cried out in pain and could no longer hold on to the sword. The sword that contained the power of her Nascent Soul flew out of her hand.

At the same time, an irresistible force threw her out like a sandbag.

"boom--!"

He Ling's body slammed heavily onto the golden barrier in the distance, causing the barrier to shake violently.

She slid to the ground, her right wrist bone shattered, the blood in her chest and abdomen churned like a boil, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Her breath instantly weakened, and she struggled twice but was unable to stand up immediately.

She was defeated because her strongest move was broken head-on and she was captured at close range.

Ning Jiasheng didn't even look at He Ling who was thrown away, and the scarlet light of the devil's claws quickly faded away.

Her eyes were like lightning, locked onto the Xuantian flagpole. She tapped her toes lightly, and her figure shot straight at the flagpole like an arrow.

This time, there were no obstacles.

She held the sword in her left hand and transformed into a stunning purple streak, condensing the insight of a Nascent Soul cultivator and the law-breaking instinct of a half-demon, and stabbed with incredible precision at the most core and vulnerable node of the formation rune connecting the flagpole base to the ground.

"break!"

"Crack——!"

There was a crisp and loud cracking sound.

The forbidden light film flowing with golden light was like a punctured bubble under the attack of the Zixiao Sword, which condensed Ning Jiasheng's peak state. Starting from the pierced node, the cracks instantly spread to the entire light film, and then exploded and dissipated into golden light spots all over the sky.

The ban is broken.

The moment the ban was broken, Ning Jiasheng stretched out his right hand, and with a natural sense of control, he firmly and steadily grasped the top of the Xuantian flagpole, which was as warm as jade.

There is no light blocking, no rules excluding.

The flagpole felt warm to the touch, and a powerful and majestic aura that faintly echoed the power in her body instantly surged into her body, soothing the restlessness of the original evil power and nourishing her injuries.

The Supervisor Elder's voice, full of praise, resounded through the sky:

"The Xuantian Guixin Flag, the conditions for recognition of the master have been met - the one who breaks the ban, the one who holds the flag, uses force to defeat cleverness, and wisdom to break the ban."

"Lord of the Heart—"

"Xuanling Sect, Lin Sheng!"

“Wow——!!!”

The entire audience was in an uproar! Cheers and exclamations reached the sky.

"We won! We're so strong!"

"He directly broke He Xianjun's Water and Fire Returning to the Abyss move and captured the Yuanying wrist! This power... is simply monstrous."

"Breaking the ban and seizing the flag, all in one go, a clean and decisive victory!"

"The leader of Xuanling Sect, a disciple of Yuhua Peak, an expert in both swordsmanship and formations, he truly deserves the title!"

The area where the disciples of Xuanling Sect were located became a sea of ​​joy.

Wen Yan, Qiu Rumo, Lan Ying and others jumped up excitedly and cheered at the top of their lungs.

Even the unconscious Mu Zhao and Shi Yan seemed to smile slightly.

Within the forbidden circle, the golden barrier slowly dissipated.

A soft light enveloped Ning Jiasheng, accelerating the nourishment of her body.

The wound on her right arm quickly stopped bleeding and healed under the light and her own strong physique. The purple and black poisonous marks slowly faded away, leaving only a faint red mark.

She held the Xuantian Flag firmly in her left hand and easily pulled it up from the base.

The flag fluttered without wind, emitting a warm golden light, which complemented her upright posture.

He Ling was enveloped in a gentle light, healing. She struggled to sit up and looked at the figure in the center of the field, holding the Xuantian Banner and possessing a calm, steady aura. She lowered her eyes for a few breaths, then finally raised her head with a long sigh. She bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist Lin possesses profound cultivation and unparalleled combat prowess. He Ling... I admit I am inferior to him."

Yu Wuxia had already put away her umbrella and sword and was standing a little further away.

She looked at the Xuantian flag in Ning Jiasheng's hand. Although there was a hint of regret in her eyes, she was more impressed by his strength.

She elegantly straightened her slightly disheveled red dress, bowed towards Ning Jiasheng and the monitoring desk, and said in a clear voice, "Yu Wuxia of Hehuan Palace, congratulations to Senior Sister Lin for winning the championship. Your magical powers are amazing, and Wuxia admires you."

The posture is calm and graceful.

The Supervisory Elder's voice rang out again, announcing the final rankings: "The final rankings of this year's Immortal Sect Competition—Jiuyao Lianheng: First place, Xuanling Sect! Second place, Changxing Sect! Third place, Hehuan Palace!"

Ning Jiasheng held the Xuantian flag in his hand and swept his eyes across the entire audience. He nodded slightly to Yu Wuxia, and finally looked in the direction of the cheering Xuanling Sect. A confident and dazzling arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The wind on the top of the mountain blew away the smoke and rolled up the Xuantian flag that symbolized glory and victory.

Lin Sheng, the chief of Xuanling Sect, rose to the top with his undisputed attainments in sword formations, unfathomable physical strength and exquisite combat wisdom, and became famous throughout the world.