Junior sister took first place again

On the central sword-testing platform, lapis lazuli runes flow and the defensive light shield is fully open, isolating the inside and outside.

At this moment, this place is the focus of the Nascent Soul stage in the world of cultivation. The air is stagnant and you can hear a pin drop.

On one side, Ning Jiasheng was dressed in black clothes, with an upright posture and a deep aura.

Only a faint mark remained of the scar on his left shoulder, and his eyes were as sharp as cold stars and as deep as an ancient well.

In her hand, she tightly grasped an ancient long sword with a deep purple glow flowing all over it and faint lightning patterns leaping on it - the Zixiao Sword.

The cold and sharp sword intent permeated her body, and the fiery heat of her single fire spirit root was perfectly restrained within the sword edge, making her like a volcano that was yet to erupt.

His fingertips tapped the hilt of the sword unconsciously, and subtle fluctuations in the formation appeared and disappeared from time to time.

On the other side, Yan Jiuyuan was wearing a simple Xingchen Sect Taoist robe and standing empty-handed.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, and the usual weariness remained between his brows, as if he was indifferent to the hustle and bustle around him.

His aura was calm and restrained, forming a stark contrast to Ning Jiasheng's sharpness.

However, when he looked up at his opponent, in the depths of those gentle eyes, the stars were born and died, and he had a clear understanding of the universe. There was no more laziness, and he showed the seriousness that he would only show when facing an opponent worthy of a fight.

He stood casually, yet seemed to be in harmony with the pulse of heaven and earth, forming a universe of his own, demonstrating the unfathomable depth of the Xingchen Sect's deduction method.

The clear and melodious voice of Yunhua Immortal Venerable resounded throughout the entire venue: "The challenge begins!"

"Om-!"

The sound of swords vibrated from Ning Jiasheng's body. It was not emitted by Zixiao, but by the sword intent that was condensed to the extreme.

She moved!

The figure blurred in an instant, and his feet took mysterious steps, and seven afterimages that were difficult to distinguish between true and false suddenly emerged.

The seven figures all held the Zixiao Sword, and their sword moves were different, some were as cunning and straight as a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and some were as powerful as a mountain falling down. The power of the formation that confused the mind spread with the sword moves, weaving an invisible killing net, covering Yan Jiuyuan from different directions at the same time.

Faced with this siege that was difficult to distinguish between real and fake and contained the mysteries of the formation, Yan Jiuyuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and the bright starlight swept across like a substance.

The power of the bewitching god melted like ice and snow, and six of the seven afterimages instantly became illusory, leaving only Ning Jiasheng's real sword, its trajectory clearly exposed under the starlight.

At the moment his true form was revealed, Yan Jiuyuan's five fingers on his left hand quickly outlined in the void, and an eight-diagram pattern woven by pure starlight took shape instantly, blocking the path of the Zixiao Sword with incredible precision.

Ding--!

With a dull resounding sound, the Purple Sky Sword pierced the Bagua Star Map. Ning Jiasheng felt a thick, flexible force, with a rotating force-removing effect, flowing along the sword. The sword's momentum seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and most of its strength was dissipated.

She used the force to flip over and landed steadily far away, her eyes becoming even more solemn.

The other party's deduction was so precise and accurate that it was beyond imagination.

"The formation steps are exquisite, but the traces of energy flow are too obvious under the starlight." Yan Jiuyuan spoke slowly, his tone was flat, but it was like a sharp blade pointing out the key.

Ning Jiasheng's eyes were icy, but his fighting spirit was raging like a raging fire. He held the Purple Sky Sword upright before him, his left hand swiftly slashing across the purple blade.

Each stroke left a rune blazing with a fiery dark-gold glow. Seven runes imprinted the blade, and the Purple Sky Sword vibrated with a humming sound. A violet glow surged, entwined with an all-consuming dark-gold fire, doubling its power.

She disappeared again—

A stream of purple-gold light suddenly appeared, tearing through space, with faster speed and more condensed power.

Wherever the sword pointed, space twisted and burned, with a determination to see through everything.

The stars in Yan Jiuyuan's eyes were moving rapidly, his steps were like walking on star tracks, his body was erratic, and at the critical moment, he narrowly avoided the deadly piercing purple-gold light, and the sharp sword energy cut a corner of his clothes.

At the same time, he formed seals with his hands, and a more complex and mysterious star disk composed of billions of tiny stars instantly condensed in front of him.

Powerful confinement and neutralization forces spread out, intending to lock down Ning Jiasheng's subsequent actions and eliminate the violent fire on the sword.

Ning Jiasheng seemed to have anticipated this. The moment the sword move pierced the air, he twisted his body forcibly, and the Zixiao Sword swept across. The seven burning runes on the sword suddenly left the body and turned into seven roaring dark gold meteors. They did not attack Yan Jiuyuan's body, but smashed hard into the seven core energy nodes of the star disk he had just laid out.

Boom boom boom boom——! ! !

A deafening explosion erupted as the fire meteor landed precisely on target. The terrifying flames and impact instantly blew Yan Jiuyuan's star disk, causing the starlight to tremble and nearly disintegrate, and the power of its confinement drastically decreased.

Ning Jiasheng's figure reappeared amidst the exploding flames and chaotic energy streams. His face was pale, and his breath was slightly unstable. Forcibly controlling the runes to explode out of his body consumed a great deal of energy, but his eyes were as sharp as ever. He raised the Purple Sky Sword high, the tip of the sword pointing directly to the sky.

Boom——!

The clear sky suddenly turned gloomy, and countless fine purple electric snakes burst out from the tip of the Zixiao sword, instantly interweaving into a huge thunder net that covered half of the martial arts arena.

Above the power grid, countless tiny array symbols flickered and flickered, under the dual pressure of the destructive power of thunder and the powerful confinement and interference force field.

Yan Jiuyuan's star disk was broken, and he fell into a lightning net. His movements and perceptions were strongly restrained. The stars in his eyes were moving rapidly, and he tried his best to deduce a way to break the deadlock.

How could Ning Jiasheng give me a chance to breathe?

She poured all the pure spiritual power and majestic consciousness in her body into the Zixiao Sword without reservation. The sword body let out a wail as it could not bear the heavy burden, and the purple light mixed with lightning was so dazzling that it was blinding.

Abandoning all frills, he concentrated all his life's understanding of the true meaning of swordsmanship, the amplification of formations, and the power derived from the supreme inheritance into the most simple, unpretentious, and most deadly sword—

Man and sword became one! He transformed into a streak of purple-gold lightning that pierced through time and space, incinerating everything. His target was Yan Jiuyuan, who was temporarily restrained in the lightning net and was trying his best to deduce.

This sword, swifter than a flash of light, fierce and unparalleled, locked onto a precise target, was the absolute pinnacle of power and speed! It transcended deduction and directly determined victory or defeat.

Yan Jiuyuan suddenly looked up in the lightning net, and the galaxy in his eyes burst into unprecedented light.

He "saw" the sword, felt the destructive power contained in it, which was enough to severely injure or even threaten his life, and saw the resolute will to win in Junior Sister Ning's eyes at all costs.

The deduction clearly told him: This sword is unavoidable! If you try to block it, you will be severely injured! The only way is...

At this critical moment that determined victory or defeat, Yan Jiuyuan's eyes fixed, and without any hesitation, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

Om-!

The starlight around him instantly retracted and collapsed, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a singularity that pulled space. A mysterious force that forcibly distorted and shifted space burst out!

boom--! ! !

Ning Jiasheng's purple-gold thunder sword, which condensed all his strength, pierced Yan Jiuyuan fiercely.

however!

There was no sound of flesh being torn!

The moment Yan Jiuyuan was stabbed, his figure became violently distorted and blurred, like a reflection in the water.

He was not pierced by the sword, but he and the small space he was in were forcibly pulled to the side several feet by the forceful force of space displacement.

puff!

The purple-gold thunder sword pierced through the afterimage left by Yan Jiuyuan and stabbed fiercely into the void behind him.

The violent sword energy and thunder force tore a dark crack in that space, which could not be healed for a long time.

Yan Jiuyuan's true body appeared several feet away. His face instantly turned as pale as gold paper, his body shook violently, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood. His breath rapidly weakened like a candle in the wind, and he staggered, almost unable to stand.

He suffered a terrible backlash from forcibly performing spatial teleportation, and was even more severely hit by the aftermath of the fatal sword. He barely managed to keep his composure, and looked at Ning Jiasheng with a gaze filled with shock and a hint of sincere admiration - for her strength and her determination.

Ning Jiasheng's blood was boiling because his full-strength attack missed. He had to lean on the Zixiao sword to support his body. His chest was heaving and he was breathing heavily.

But her eyes were still bright and sharp, staring at Yan Jiuyuan.

The entire sword-testing arena was filled with deathly silence.

Everyone was shocked by this astonishing sword and Yan Jiuyuan's incredible and costly spatial shift.

He was even more impressed by the absolute power displayed by Ning Jiasheng, which combined formations and swordsmanship.

Yan Jiuyuan raised his hand and wiped the blood that kept flowing from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. He looked at Ning Jiasheng, then looked at Yunhua Immortal Venerable who was sitting on the high platform with a calm expression but deep eyes, and showed a relieved smile, even with a bit of relief.

He clasped his fists solemnly towards Ning Jiasheng, his voice, though weak, clear and resolute, echoing throughout the room:

"Junior Sister Lin is a master of sword formations and has profound cultivation. In this battle, I, Yan, was inferior in skill and lost with conviction. Congratulations, Junior Sister!"

He admitted defeat, openly and honestly, which was not only a respect for his opponent's strength, but also a maintenance of the sacred rules of the Immortal Sect Competition.

In this battle, he gave his all, and he had no regrets about it, nor about his master.

Yunhua Immortal Venerable slowly stood up, his deep gaze swept across the two people in the field, finally landing on Ning Jiasheng, his voice carrying a subtle hint of approval:

"The winner of this battle——"

"Xuanling Sect, Lin Sheng!"

boom--! ! !

After a brief silence, there was cheers and exclamations like a landslide and tsunami.

Today, the world of cultivation witnessed a peak Nascent Soul duel that will go down in history. It also witnessed the unparalleled genius Lin Sheng, who controlled the sword with formations and proved his Dao with his sword.

With her undisputed strength, she defeated Yan Jiuyuan, the unparalleled master of deduction from the Xingchen Sect head-on.

Ning Jiasheng took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood and energy, sheathed his sword, and moved calmly.

She solemnly clasped her fists in return for the weakened yet acknowledging defeat of Yan Jiuyuan, saying, "Brother Yan's cultivation is unparalleled, and his deductions are unparalleled. I will always remember your kindness."

Although he is humble, he cannot hide the brilliant edge of a winner.

The golden tablet of the Heavenly Ranking, hanging high in the sky, shone with light. The name "Yan Jiuyuan" faded slightly, and a new name, with a blazing brilliance, was branded among the top ten Nascent Soul cultivators of this generation—

Xuanling Sect, Lin Sheng.

The ticket to the battle for the top spot on the Heavenly Ranking was won by her with her undisputed strength.