Junior sister took first place again

The civil war among the fellow disciples in the East Arena ended unexpectedly, and most of the spectators turned their attention to the West Arena.

The fighting styles in this arena are very different but still fierce.

Lan Qiqi moved with the sword, and the broad-bladed heavy sword "Jingzhe" exploded as it was unsheathed.

The sword light was brilliant, like thunder from the sky, piercing down, with a perfect combination of speed and strength, tearing through the air, and rushing straight towards Ji Yu with a pure and fierce destructive momentum that could break through all illusions.

Ji Yu's figure was as vague as catkins in the wind.

He just stood there, and a soft and spiritual charm naturally spread around him, which made people feel calm, eliminated the desire to fight, and even gave rise to a sense of closeness and worship - this was the natural characteristic emitted by high-level charm cultivators.

With a slight wave of his hands, tough green vines broke through the rocks, layer upon layer, interweaving into a web, trying to entangle and delay the violent lightning.

The vines themselves also carry that strange soothing aura, trying to penetrate the opponent's mind like invisible tentacles.

However, thunder is extremely strong and masculine, and Lan Qiqi's mind is as firm as a rock, and his sword heart is clear.

She roared, and the power of her sword increased instead of decreasing. The entangled vines were broken and burned by the violent lightning.

The spiritual charm of the top-level charm cultivator, which was enough to make ordinary cultivators put down their weapons and relax their minds, was like a breeze on her face, which only made her eyes sharper like lightning and her fighting spirit more intense.

The thunder sword was as powerful as a rainbow, pointing directly at Ji Yu.

There was a flash of surprise in Ji Yu's eyes, not because the vines were broken, but because the other party could resist his spiritual field so easily.

He retreated quickly, making hand gestures with his ten fingers.

Countless strange flowers suddenly bloomed from the remains of the severed vines, and colorful pollen filled the air. The soothing and paralyzing power contained in them was several times stronger, as if dragging the entire space into a gentle yet dangerous dream swamp.

Lan Qiqi's body was surrounded by lightning, and the crackling protective lightning was like the purest will of destruction, ionizing and annihilating all the invading pollen.

She turned her sword, causing celestial phenomena—thunderclouds gathered above the arena, and dozens of thick bolts of lightning came crashing down like divine punishment, covering the entire arena.

The violent thunder element instantly dispersed the diffused spiritual pollen and turned the entire arena into a boiling prison of destructive thunder. She wanted to force out Ji Yu's full strength.

Ji Yu was in the center of the Thunder Prison with a solemn expression.

He formed seals with his hands, and a green light shone brightly. Countless tough ancient tree shadows rose from the ground, forming a thick barrier.

This barrier not only defends against physical attacks, but also radiates a power that continuously emits an aura that dissolves fighting spirit and leads people to sink.

Thunder bombarded it, blasting electric snakes and wood chips all over the sky. The barrier trembled incessantly, and the broken parts stubbornly regenerated again. In the endless cycle, it carried a reassuring inertial force, stubbornly resisting the storm of destruction.

Lan Qiqi shouted, lightning flashed in her eyes, and her fighting spirit reached its peak.

She became one with the sword, transforming into a purple thunder dragon that was so condensed that it seemed to be able to penetrate the void. With the resolute will to move forward and tear the sky apart, she forcibly broke through the layers of wooden wall defenses that were accompanied by spiritual erosion, and pierced the core.

Wherever the lightning flashed, the enchanting spiritual charm was forcibly expelled and purified.

This was her strongest attack, gathering all her energy and spirit.

Just when the Thunder Dragon was about to break through the last defense and touch Ji Yu's body.

The deep green light in Ji Yu's eyes flowed, as if reflecting the end of all things returning to silence.

He let out a low roar, no longer holding back. All the broken wood chips, floating pollen, the pervasive spiritual energy of plants and trees, the remaining power of the thunderstorm in the space, and even his own vast and pure vitality and mental strength, instantly collapsed inwards.

A strange, deep, emerald green force field suddenly formed.

This force field not only contains the terrifying power of material energy transformation, but also brings Ji Yu's characteristics as a high-level charm cultivator to the extreme.

It is no longer a gentle whirlpool, but a greedy black hole that will forcibly absorb, crush and assimilate all the violence, will and "sharpness" of existence, and return them to the eternal and peaceful tranquility.

boom!

The Thunder Dragon rushed into the force field brazenly, and the destructive power of thunder erupted wildly, colliding violently with the power of silence and annihilating it.

However, the invisible spiritual erosion is the most deadly.

Lan Qiqi felt an unprecedented huge fatigue that came from the instinct of life, overwhelming her will like a tide.

It was as if countless voices whispered in the depths of my soul: Put down your sword, stop, fighting is meaningless, eternal tranquility is the destination...

Her fighting spirit was roaring and the lightning was struggling, but the silent black hole firmly sucked her spiritual core and forcibly stripped away her fighting will.

The light of the Thunder Dragon dimmed and faded at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only was the spiritual power transformed, but the indomitable sword heart was also shaken on the spiritual level.

Lan Qiqi's eyes were bloodshot and her gums were almost broken. She forced the last bit of clarity into her mind and tried to detonate the core of the Thunder Dragon in a last-ditch effort.

But Ji Yu's Guixu force field was faster. At the moment when the light of the Thunder Dragon was about to be completely extinguished, the force field suddenly contracted and expanded.

Om-!

An overwhelming, gentle yet irresistible force, accompanied by a deeper intention of "returning to silence", acted precisely on Lan Qiqi.

She only felt her mind was in a trance, as if she was gently "pushed" out by the entire space. Her body flew backwards involuntarily and landed steadily outside the ring. The lightning of the Jingzhe heavy sword in her hand completely dimmed.

Lan Qiqi staggered to the ground and stood firm, her face full of astonishment and unwillingness, as well as a trace of frustration that had not yet been completely released.

The spiritual power in her body was not exhausted and her fighting spirit was still there, but the feeling of her spirit being forcibly separated from the battlefield at that moment was extremely clear.

She looked up at the stage. Ji Yu's face was as pale as paper, and his aura was fluctuating violently. It was obvious that the ultimate "Guixu Force Field" just now had consumed a huge amount of his energy, and might even have reached the limit of his suppression realm.

He forced himself to steady himself, then bowed to Lan Qiqi in the audience. His voice was a little tired but still calm, "Young Master Lan's lightning sword is unparalleled, and his will is as strong as steel. Ji Yu... narrowly won. This battle was a thrilling one!"

He acknowledged the opponent's strength, but also pointed out that his victory was not easy and was a "narrow victory."

Lan Qiqi took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling blood and unwillingness, and looked at Ji Yu with a complicated look, which included admiration, fear of that strange power, and regret for not being able to fully display what he had learned.

She cupped her fists in return, her voice still high, though a little hoarse: "Immortal Lord Ji possesses profound skills. Lan Qiqi... has learned from you. We'll fight again someday."

She recognized the result, but she would never admit that she gave up the fight.

"The Western Tournament is over, and the winner is Pengcheng Ji Yu."

Now, only He Ling and Xu Qing from the middle ring are left.

Most of the disciples of Changxing Sect, as well as Liu Shuyao, who recently won the first place on the human list, have been paying attention to the battle situation in the middle arena from beginning to end.

On the middle ring, He Ling and Xu Qing have fought for several rounds, and a murderous aura is hidden under the ritual of "exchange".

At this time, He Ling stood tall, holding a long, slender, and simple-shaped one-handed sword.

This is her natal weapon that she recast after she became famous. The sword is named "Liu Bo". Two spirit beads, one blue and one red, are inlaid on the sword body near the guard, and they are shining.

She made a beautiful sword flower, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally to the ground, and smiled at Xu Qing, a bright smile with a subtle scrutiny: "Friend Xu, please give me your guidance."

Xu Qing's face was pale, his breath was weak. He clasped his fists in return, his voice just the right amount of weakness and sincerity: "Immortal He is a master of swordsmanship. My injuries haven't healed yet, so I'm afraid I won't be able to hold out for long. I hope you... will show some mercy."

He lowered his eyes and looked vaguely at the jade pendant on He Ling's waist.

Before the sound faded, He Ling had already attacked again.

She tapped her feet lightly, her figure moved as fast as lightning, the waves made a clear sound, and the blue spirit bead on the sword suddenly lit up.

"Uncle He's water-dividing power!"

As the sword was swung, the air temperature dropped sharply, and countless icy blue sword auras, like agile swimming fish, brought with them a biting chill, piercing towards Xu Qing from all directions.

The trajectory of the sword energy was erratic, blocking all his space to dodge.

Xu Qing staggered and seemed to be retreating in a panic, but each step he took was precisely in a specific direction.

He quickly swung his hands in front of him, forming seals, and whispered, "Golden Lock, Protect!"

Pale golden spiritual patterns instantly intertwined in front of his body, transforming into a diamond-shaped light shield composed of countless tiny Gengjin runes. The light shield spun rapidly, emitting a low humming sound.

Chi Chi Chi -!

The icy sword energy slammed into the light shield densely, exploding into countless ice chips and tiny golden rays.

The light shield trembled violently, and its light quickly dimmed. Xu Qing groaned, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, obviously under tremendous pressure.

He Ling's eyes turned slightly cold, and the sword's momentum changed again, with the red spirit bead on the sword shining brightly.

"It's Liuyan Zhan!"

The waves instantly turned from extremely cold to scorching hot. A huge sword energy that was as condensed as substance and as red as lava tore through the air, and with a violent momentum that could burn everything, it slashed towards the crumbling golden light shield.

The sword's movements changed smoothly and the power of water and fire flowed freely in her hands.

boom! ! !

The crimson sword energy fiercely slashed the light shield, and with a deafening explosion, the golden light shield shattered like glass.

The violent impact knocked Xu Qing back, and he fell heavily on the edge of the ring, bleeding profusely.

"Xu Xianjun!" There was an exclamation from the audience.

Xu Qing struggled to get up, his face was as pale as paper and his breath was even weaker.

He was panting, but his hands did not stop. His ten fingers moved rapidly like butterflies flying through flowers. One after another, fainter golden spiritual patterns that almost blended into the spiritual energy of the environment, like invisible spider silk, silently sank into the ground nodes he had stepped on before.

He is setting up a more covert and targeted plan.

He Ling did not pursue, but stood with the sword in hand. The sword body was emitting blue and red light alternately, and his aura was steady, as if the outburst just now was just a casual attack.

She looked at Xu Qing, her tone carrying a hint of "concern": "Friend Xu, admit defeat. Don't force yourself and damage your foundation."

She sneered in her heart, this madman is indeed at the end of his strength and is not to be feared.

Xu Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were unusually bright, with an almost paranoid focus: "Thank you... Immortal Lord... for your concern... I... would like to learn... one more move."

His voice was hoarse and his body was trembling slightly, as if he would fall down at any time, but the movement of the spiritual patterns shooting out from his fingertips was even more stealthy and swift.

"You're so stubborn!" A fierce look flashed in He Ling's eyes, and she lost the last bit of her patience.

She decided to end this farce with the strongest blow "reasonably".

She gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and the water and fire spiritual power in her body rushed into the sword body frantically. The two blue and red spiritual beads burst out with unprecedented dazzling light, and the sword body vibrated violently, making a humming sound like a dragon's roar.

The sword suddenly thrust out, not slashing, but spitting.

A blue and red interwoven, lifelike dragon-shaped sword energy roared out.

The dragon's body is made of extremely cold black ice, and its scales and claws are ferocious; but from its mouth spews out a fiery dragon breath that can burn everything.

The two completely opposite forces of water and fire were perfectly integrated and spiraled in the sword energy, emitting a heart-pounding wave of destruction. Wherever it passed, the space was slightly distorted.

This is a real killer move, far more powerful than before.

Xu Qing's pupils suddenly shrank. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

The moment the opponent unleashed his full force, his spiritual energy surged at its most intense, and that was also the moment when perception was most vulnerable to blind spots! A gleam of determination blazed in his eyes, and with both palms, he desperately slammed down on the ground nodes where the hidden hand had already been set.

"Earth Veins. Golden Power. Activate!"

Boom! ! !

A huge wall that is much thicker than the previous one, engraved with mysterious ancient runes, and flowing with dark golden color all over it rises from the ground.

Runes flow on the surface of the barrier, emitting an indestructible and majestic aura that isolates all things.

The next moment!

Rumble, rumble! ! ! !

The blue and red dragon-shaped sword energy slammed heavily into the dark golden wall.

The earth-shaking roar seemed to rip the eardrums apart, and the dazzling blue, red, and gold lights exploded on the ring like a little sun.

An extremely violent energy storm instantly swept across the entire center ring. The solid protective light shield flickered wildly and groaned under the heavy burden.

The terrifying shock wave transformed into visible ripples that swept across the four directions, and the disciples near the front of the stage were forced to take several steps back.

The entire square's vision and perception were completely engulfed by the destructive collision light and violent energy turbulence.

It's now!

At the moment when the turbulence of light and energy was the most intense and chaotic, and even the consciousness of a Nascent Soul cultivator could hardly penetrate it, Xu Qing endured the severe pain that felt like his internal organs were about to burst, and perfectly integrated all his remaining strength with the "Tracing Spiritual Pattern" secretly passed down by the Mengxi Liu family.

An extremely weak mark of divine consciousness, as small as a speck of dust, yet containing the supreme mysteries of tracking and manifestation, was shot out like a ghost by him using the most exquisite techniques he had learned in his life, taking advantage of the violent turbulence of explosive energy as the most perfect cover.

This mark passed through the chaotic energy field with incredible precision and merged silently into the jade pendant on He Ling's waist.

An extremely tiny core pattern node used to store and channel spiritual power.

The mark is perfectly embedded and hidden, merging with the spiritual power fluctuations of the jade pendant itself, making them indistinguishable.

Done! Goal achieved!

Almost at the same time as the mark was integrated, the dark gold wall finally reached its limit under the crazy biting of the dragon-shaped sword energy and the ultimate annihilation of the power of ice and fire.

Crack... Boom!!!

The barrier shattered with a bang! The remaining, greatly weakened ice and fire sword energy slammed into Xu Qing!

puff--

Xu Qing felt like he'd been struck by a massive hammer, blood spurting out along with fragments of his internal organs. His body flew backward like a battered sack, slamming hard into the light shield at the edge of the arena with a dull thud. He then slid softly to the ground, completely unconscious, his breath as weak as a candle in the wind.

The storm of light and energy finally slowly dissipated.

The arena was a mess.

He Ling stood there holding a sword, breathing slightly, her face a little pale. It was obvious that the previous attack had taken a lot of toll on her.

She looked at Xu Qing, who was lying on the ground in the distance, covered in blood. The last trace of doubt in her eyes finally disappeared, replaced by a hint of contempt and the calmness of a "victor".

She sheathed her sword, her tone tinged with regret, yet she couldn't hide her slight pride: "Fellow Daoist Xu, why are you so persistent?"

The elder of the Bishui Sect had been on standby for a long time and immediately flew onto the stage. Several rays of azure water light containing tremendous vitality enveloped Xu Qing, suppressing the violent injuries in his body with all his strength.

Xu Qing seemed completely unconscious, but deep within his consciousness was a cold clarity and a resolute determination to complete his mission: "The spiritual pattern of origin is complete... We only wait for the final day, when the spiritual energy resonates at its peak... He Ling, your doom has arrived!"

The Supervisory Elder confirmed that Xu Qing was no longer able to fight and announced loudly:

"The middle match is over, the winner is He Ling from Changxing Sect."