Junior sister took first place again

On Arena A, the battle has reached a boiling point.

"Concentrate!" Xu Qing growled, and his hand seal changed again.

The dozens of Gengjin giant swords that pierced the air instantly disintegrated into millions of golden hairs as thin as cow hairs, with a piercing sound that could pierce the eardrums.

Like a raging golden sandstorm, it swept and pierced the entire arena space indiscriminately.

This is the real killer move, unavoidable and unstoppable.

"It's over!" Countless people felt a tightness in their hearts.

Ning Jiasheng had no way to avoid it and suddenly thrust the Zixiao Sword into the ground.

"Yu!"

The crimson annular light array spread out with the sword as the center. The blazing flame barrier fluctuated violently and rotated at high speed, forming a powerful repulsive and deflection force field.

Chi chi chi——

The explosions were as dense as heavy rain hitting banana leaves. Most of the golden hairs were melted by the high temperature or forcibly deflected by the rotating force field, and were nailed into the ground, leaving dense deep holes.

But there were still dozens of tricky and fierce rays that penetrated the defense and pierced Ning Jiasheng's protective aura.

The golden light penetrated like a cancer in the bone, bringing excruciating pain as if tearing flesh and cutting bone marrow.

She groaned, her body trembled slightly, and a streak of bright red flowed from the corner of her mouth. Her left arm was the focus of special attention. A wound deep enough to see the bone instantly tore through her black clothes, and blood gushed out, quickly dyeing the area red.

At the same time, fierce battles were also going on in Arena B and Arena C.

On Arena B, the air was filled with cold air, thick frost formed on the lapis lazuli ground, and the air seemed to be frozen.

Fu Ling was like an enraged prehistoric beast. Every punch and kick he threw was wrapped with the heavy shadow of an ochre mountain. When it hit the light shield of the ring, it made a dull roar and the entire ring was shaking.

However, Xiao Han's figure was like a ghost gliding on the ice field. Wherever the sword light passed, the space condensed and the spiritual power stagnated.

Fu Ling's violent force was like falling into a sticky and cold deep sea, and his speed and power were weakened and delayed layer by layer.

Fu Ling roared unwillingly, but he was still unable to truly capture that icy figure.

Arena C is like a purgatory of water and fire, with brilliant lights and shadows and murderous intentions everywhere.

Qiao Shuyu's figure is graceful and ethereal, her soft music is captivating, and her fluttering sleeves bring up streams of water as flexible as poisonous snakes, entwining and binding, creating a dazzling illusion.

He Ling was as steady as a rock, and the dual spiritual roots of water and fire showed amazing control in her hands.

Sometimes waves of fire sweep across the sky, burning the sky with heat, but hidden in them are cold and piercing water arrows.

Sometimes the water curtain rolls back like a river in the sky, flexible and long, and suddenly a terrifying fireball explodes from the depths of the water curtain, burning the sky and splitting the earth.

What was even more surprising was that Qiao Shuyu's enchanting voice, which was enough to make ordinary cultivators infatuated, was like a breeze blowing across the hills in He Ling's ears, and it was difficult to shake the clarity and calmness in the depths of her eyes.

On Arena No. A, Ning Jiasheng endured the excruciating pain in his left arm and the weakness caused by the rapid depletion of his spiritual power, but his eyes became increasingly cold and sharp, like a tempered star.

She held the sword in her right hand, maintaining the crumbling fire defense tightly and enduring the endless impact of the golden sandstorm.

However, her left hand was moving rapidly in the air, spiritual power flowing from her fingertips, outlining dark red runes burning with an immortal will.

These runes were silently imprinted on the lapis lazuli beneath his feet, and then, like living fire snakes, they spread and penetrated rapidly along the cracks in the energy veins of the ground, towards the feet of Xu Qing, who was trying his best to control the destructive storm.

Xu Qing's mind was highly concentrated on maintaining this overwhelming Gengjin storm, and his spiritual sense was scanning the entire scene like the most sophisticated instrument.

The extremely weak abnormal fluctuation under his feet, which was almost completely covered by the violent Gengjin energy, made him frown instinctively.

However, his absolute confidence in the speed of activating his formation, his judgment of Ning Jiasheng's obvious decline at the moment, and his strong expectation of completely strangling his opponent made him temporarily suppress this "insignificant" abnormality.

Victory is at hand.

A hint of fanaticism and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he urged his spiritual power even more frantically.

The battle lasted until the next morning, and the winner was decided in Arena B.

Xiao Han caught Fu Ling's full-strength burst, and the moment his power receded and his aura changed, he froze.

His figure rushed forward as if teleporting, and an ice-blue sword light that was condensed to the extreme, as if it could even freeze light, silently penetrated Fu Ling's powerful body-protecting spiritual light and hit the vital point of Tanzhong on his chest with incredible precision.

The extreme cold air erupted and invaded instantly.

Fu Ling's huge body suddenly stiffened, and the ochre-colored spiritual light covering his body froze inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye, making a teeth-grinding crackling sound. The whole person fell to the ground like a giant statue that was instantly frozen, completely losing his fighting power.

Xiao Han put away his sword, his breath remained steady, but the chill emanating from his body became even more biting and bone-chilling.

The Supervisory Elder's voice sounded at the right moment: "Ring C is over, the winner is Xiao Han from the Xuanling Sect."

On the A-stage, Xu Qing's eyes gleamed fiercely as he was about to unleash the Gengjin Storm for the final blow, completely tearing Ning Jiasheng apart.

"Now." Ning Jiasheng roared in his heart.

She suddenly pulled out the Zixiao Sword that was deeply embedded in the ground, pointed the tip of the sword at Xu Qing, and shouted sharply: "Break!"

Boom! ! !

The seemingly solid and calm lapis lazuli ground under Xu Qing's feet suddenly erupted like a volcano.

Nine scorching torrents that were as solid as substance and burning with dark golden flames that could incinerate everything, like spears of judgment shot out from the center of the Netherworld, broke out of the ground without any warning, with a terrifying scream that tore through space.

The terrifying high temperature instantly twisted the air into visible ripples. Nine torrents blocked all of Xu Qing's dodging angles, up, down, left and right, and went straight for his vital points with the will to destroy everything.

The precise timing, the tricky angle, and the violent power have reached the peak of what she can achieve at the moment.

"What?! Impossible!" Xu Qing was horrified, and the shadow of death instantly swallowed him up.

He roared like a dying beast, desperately squeezing out the last of the original spiritual power in his dantian, and slammed his hands together in front of him.

"Concentrate." A huge diamond-shaped light shield composed of countless complex and mysterious golden runes instantly took shape in front of him. The light shield was as thick as a mountain, and the runes flowed, emitting an indestructible aura. This was his life-saving trump card!

boom! boom! boom!

Nine streams of dark gold flames hit the earth like meteorites, smashing heavily onto the giant golden shield.

The deafening explosions continued, like thunder from the sky exploding in the ears, and the violent energy shock wave swept across the entire arena like a tsunami.

The shield surface was visibly covered with dense, spider-web-like cracks, flickering wildly and groaning as if it could not bear the heavy burden.

Xu Qing was knocked back repeatedly by the huge impact force. Every step he took created spider-web-like cracks on the hard lapis lazuli. Blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain. His face turned as pale as gold paper in an instant, and his eyes were dull.

But he relied on his ruthlessness to keep the giant shield intact. As long as he could survive this wave...

However, at the moment when the intense light and chaotic energy flow of the explosion reached its peak, obscuring all vision—

A purple-gold sword light that condensed all of Ning Jiasheng's will, all of his understanding of swordsmanship, and all of his spiritual intuition for breaking formations, like a world-destroying thunder that tore through the chaotic void, silently penetrated the golden giant shield covered with cracks and whose defense had dropped to freezing point.

Its target was not Xu Qing's body, but the core of the giant shield, a core energy node that was flashing wildly, trying to repair the shield and maintain the last defense.

click-

Amidst the deafening explosion, a crisp and heart-pounding sound of shattering was clearly transmitted to Xu Qing's sea of ​​consciousness, which was on the verge of collapse.

The core node of that extremely tough golden shield was completely penetrated and shattered by the sword that condensed all the strength and skills.

Like a prehistoric beast with its spine pulled out, it exploded into a violent golden energy turbulence all over the sky.

"puff--!!!"

The backlash force of the formation was like a world-destroying torrent that broke through a dam, violently impacting Xu Qing's mind and body that had already been riddled with holes.

His body suddenly arched forward, and a large amount of thick black blood mixed with internal organ fragments spurted out like a fountain.

The violent aura around him instantly collapsed like a punctured balloon. His eyes were dull and lifeless, and he could no longer hold on. He fell heavily to one knee on the ring as if hit by a huge hammer. Only with a hand that was trembling like a leaf in the wind did he hold on to the ground and did not collapse completely.

He raised his head little by little with difficulty, looking at the figure that slowly emerged from the smoke and energy turbulence of the explosion. His eyes were filled with extreme shock and confusion, and there was a trace of indescribable, abyss-like complex emotions.

Ning Jiasheng's figure appeared in the gradually dispersing smoke and raging energy turbulence.

She leaned her Zixiao Sword deeply into the ground to support her shaky body. Her chest heaved violently, and every breath caused severe pain in her left arm. Blood kept dripping down her black clothes, forming dazzling blood plum blossoms on the broken lapis lazuli.

Her spiritual energy was depleted to the extreme, her breath weak and shaky, as if it would be extinguished at any moment. But her eyes, like stars tempered by the icy cold of eternity, were sharp, cold, and unyielding. With the will of a victor, they fixed their gaze firmly on her opponent, who knelt on the ground like a defeated dog.

"The No. 1 competition is over, and the winner is Lin Sheng from Xuanling Sect." The Supervisory Elder's voice was like a magic needle that pierced through the noise and announced the end of this brutal battle.

Almost at the same time, the winner of Arena C was decided.

He Ling keenly grasped the fleeting spiritual power hysteresis node when Qiao Shuyu's voice rhythm changed. A seemingly soft and harmless stream of water suddenly turned into a terrifying flame that burned the world, instantly devouring the layers of sonic defense that Qiao Shuyu had hastily set up.

The scorching fire waves with destructive force forced it to retreat again and again, and finally it was helplessly blown out of the arena, its breath disordered, and its eyes filled with a strong unwillingness to lose.

On the Ding arena, the fierce battle between Lan Qiqi and Cui Ying has reached its most tragic end. The heavy sword, wrapped in the purple thunder that can destroy the world, collides and annihilates wildly with the golden lightning that can tear through the space created by the quick sword.

Both of them were sweating profusely, their spiritual power was almost exhausted, and their bodies were injured in many places. Every collision was like the roar of a dying beast, and the victory or defeat was decided by a fraction of a second.

When the battle in the Ding Arena finally ended in the evening of the next day, when Lan Qiqi seized the fatal flaw of Cui Ying after an extreme dodge when his old strength had just been exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, and used the heavy sword with the last bit of thunder power to knock him off the stage, the fighting in the five arenas was finally completely extinguished.