Junior sister took first place again

The sunset glowed like blood, dyeing the towering peaks of the Xingchen Sect red.

The restrictive light screens on the five black iron arenas gradually dimmed, announcing the end of the first round of eliminations.

The five people in the winner group stood proudly on their respective stages, while the five people in the loser group stood on the sidelines with disordered breathing, waiting for the final life-and-death test.

Yun Hua Xian Zun's voice echoed among the mountains like a morning bell, "The five losers will immediately engage in a melee. The one who finally stands on the stage will advance to the second round."

Before he finished speaking, the giant arena in the center with a diameter of one hundred feet suddenly lit up with dazzling golden light, and the complex array patterns moved like a living thing.

Xu Qing only felt a flash before his eyes, and was sucked into the field by an invisible force.

He endured the excruciating pain of his shattered internal organs and observed the other four people calmly:

Fu Ling's whole body was emitting an lingering chill, and ice crystals were still condensed on his muscular arms. It was obvious that he had just escaped from Xiao Han's extremely cold area.

Cui Ying's green Taoist robe had been cut in several places by the sword energy, and his right hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. It was obvious that he had consumed too much energy in the duel with Lan Qiqi.

Although Qiao Shuyu appeared calm on the surface, there were signs of spiritual exhaustion between her brows.

The most dangerous one was Yunqi. This legitimate daughter of the Yun family, except for her slightly disheveled clothes, her aura remained as steady as before.

"kill!"

Fu Ling suddenly roared and rushed towards Cui Ying who was closest to him like a bull.

With every step he took, the ground of the ring trembled slightly. His right fist, condensed with ochre-colored spiritual power, slammed towards Cui Ying's face with the force of splitting mountains and splitting rocks.

Although Cui Ying was exhausted, her swordsmanship instinct allowed her to react instantly.

The green sword drew a graceful arc, accurately blocking the fist.

With a loud "clang" sound, Cui Ying retreated seven steps and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Although her swordsmanship was fast, her strength was ultimately not as strong as Fu Ling, who came from a physical training background.

At this moment, a soothing music suddenly sounded in the venue.

Qiao Shuyu had floated into the air without anyone noticing. Her slender jade fingers plucked the invisible strings, and colorful spiritual power spread out like ripples.

Her first target was Yunqi, who was in the best condition on the field.

"A mere trifle." Yun Qi snorted coldly, forming seals with his hands, and thirty-six green wind blades instantly appeared around his body.

These wind blades spun rapidly, crushing all the enchanting spiritual power that was attacking them.

At the same time, her eyes were fixed on Xu Qing, who was collapsed on the edge of the ring. Although this formation master seemed to be on his last legs, keeping him around was ultimately a hidden danger.

"Sweep away everything in the wind!" Yun Qi shouted softly, and three wind blades tore through the air, heading straight for Xu Qing's throat with a sharp scream.

At the critical moment, a terrifying light suddenly flashed in the eyes of Xu Qing, who was originally dying.

He bit his tongue hard, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto his palms. He slammed his hands down onto the ground, "Gengjin Sword Domain, rise!"

"Om-"

A dazzling golden light suddenly burst out, and countless Gengjin sword qi as thin as cow hair gushed out from the ground, instantly covering the entire arena.

Although the power of these sword energies was greatly reduced, they were large in number and attacked indiscriminately, instantly engulfing all four people in the field.

Yunqi's wind blade collided with the sword energy, bursting into dazzling sparks.

Qiao Shuyu had to interrupt the magic and use a pink gauze to protect her body.

Fu Ling roared and crossed his arms in front of his chest, using the khaki protective aura to resist the sword energy.

Cui Ying turned into a green afterimage, dodging and weaving through the gaps in the sword energy.

In the chaos, no one noticed Xu Qing's determined look.

He endured the pain of his meridians being severed and divided the last bit of his consciousness into two: one condensed into an invisible sharp needle, silently piercing the weakest point of the Yunqi Wind Array.

The other one turned into a thin golden light, which flew along the ground and attacked Fu Ling's ankle which was corroded by the cold air.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

After two barely perceptible sounds, the situation suddenly reversed.

"Ah!" Yunqi groaned, the wind formation under his feet suddenly became chaotic, and his body staggered, revealing a flaw.

"Ugh!" Fu Ling felt a pain in his ankle. His body, which was already affected by the cold, suddenly lost balance and his huge body fell forward.

A gleam of light flashed in Cui Ying's eyes, and she seized this fleeting opportunity.

The green sword turned into a stream of light and went straight to the empty space under Yunqi's ribs.

Yunqi only had time to dodge to the side in a hurry, but the sword still cut a deep wound on her left arm that was visible to the bone.

On the other side, Qiao Shuyu saw that Fu Ling's middle door was wide open, and immediately mobilized all her spiritual power, and the pink gauze wrapped around his neck like a poisonous snake.

Fu Ling roared and turned around to block, but his mind was invaded by the power of charm and his movements were half a beat slower.

"Shoot-"

The three wind blades that Yunqi hastily released tore through the air and all hit Fu Ling's back.

The body cultivator's powerful flesh was cut open with three bloody wounds, and the blood immediately dyed the ring red.

Just as the three were fighting, a figure suddenly jumped up from the edge of the ring.

Xu Qing was covered in blood, but his right fist was shining with a dazzling golden light, and his speed was faster than anyone could react.

This punch condensed Xu Qing's last spiritual power and blood essence. Wherever the fist passed, tiny black cracks were torn in the air.

The triple water curtain that Qiao Shuyu hastily set up was pierced through like thin paper, and the golden fist force hit her shoulder solidly.

With a crisp "crack", Qiao Shuyu's right scapula was comminuted.

She spat out a mouthful of blood and flew dozens of feet like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the protective light curtain at the edge of the ring and completely fainting.

The entire arena fell into silence in an instant.

Yunqi covered his bleeding arm and looked at Xu Qing in disbelief.

Fu Ling was half-kneeling on the ground, with the wound on his back horrifying.

The tip of Cui Ying's sword trembled slightly, obviously reaching its limit.

Xu Qing leaned on his knees and gasped violently, with blood foaming in every breath.

He slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes scanning the three of them, a slightly sinister smile playing at the corners of his mouth: "Now... it's your turn?"

His voice was hoarse like sandpaper, but it was filled with a chilling murderous intent.

The madness in her eyes made Yunqi, the daughter of a noble family who seemed to be pure and innocent, tremble in her heart.

The silence lasted for a full ten breaths.

"I withdraw from this battle." Cui Ying suddenly sheathed his sword and saluted with his fists.

She knew very well that in her current state, she could not withstand Xu Qing's dying counterattack.

Fu Ling struggled to stand up, the wound on his back was still bleeding.

He stared at Xu Qing intently, and finally growled, "Madman!" and walked out of the ring with heavy steps.

Now, the only ones left on the ring were the shaky Xu Qing and Yun Qi with a complicated expression.

Yunqi took a deep breath, feeling the pain from the wound on his arm.

As the legitimate daughter of the Yun family, it is not worth it to fight with this lunatic for a chance to advance.

"You win." Yunqi said coldly, turning around gracefully and jumping off the stage.

The figure in white clothes looks particularly lonely in the setting sun.

"The melee is over, and the winner is Xu Qing." There was a hint of surprise in the voice of Immortal Yunhua.

The elders of the Bishui Sect, who had been on standby, immediately flew onto the stage, and several rays of emerald green water light filled with great vitality fell.

Xu Qing only felt a cool feeling flowing through his body, and his broken meridians began to heal slowly.

His tense nerves finally relaxed, his vision went dark, and he fainted completely.

That night, the best medical practitioners of the Bishui Sect stayed up all night.

Xu Qing was placed in the cave with the richest spiritual energy. Silver needles were inserted into the important acupoints all over his body, and emerald green medicinal liquid was slowly injected into his meridians through a special jade tube.

"This kid is really ruthless." A white-haired elder examined Xu Qing's injuries and marveled, "He shattered his own dantian and burned half of his blood and essence, yet he can still survive."

"What's even more terrifying is his calculations," another female cultivator whispered. "Every step is terrifyingly precise, almost like..."

"It's like they've rehearsed it thousands of times in advance." The white-haired elder continued, a hint of fear in his eyes.

At the same time, in other guest houses, the five people in the winning group were also taking good care of themselves.

Tomorrow, the second round of drawing lots will begin, and greater challenges are coming until someone reaches the top of the supreme Heavenly Ranking.