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The atmosphere at the sect competition was heated and tense, with everyone's attention focused on the upcoming sword cultivator duel. As the most formidable force in the world of immortal cultivation, sword cultivators' battles were always filled with passion and excitement, generating immense anticipation.

Among the many contestants, there are many talented disciples from various sects, but Jiang Qingwu, a disciple of the Wuliang Sect, is particularly eye-catching because she is the first and last disciple of Cangfeng Daojun, the strongest swordsman of the contemporary era.

In the preparation area, Jiang Qingwu was wearing a crimson gown, standing quietly, his eyes cold and firm.

Her figure stood tall and straight, like a red plum blossom proudly blooming in the snow, her aloof and cool demeanor making it difficult for anyone to approach. Her crimson gown fluttered slightly in the sunlight, like a burning flame, complementing the glowing red Qiluan Sword in her hand.

She held the Qiluan Sword tightly in her hand, and the sword body emitted a red light, like a fire phoenix, as if it was about to spread its wings and fly high at any time.

The Qiluan Sword is more than three feet long. The sword body is slender and sharp, emitting a fiery red light, and the blade is flashing with cold light.

The hilt was shaped like a phoenix, ready to soar at any moment, like a phoenix reborn from the flames, vivid and lifelike, as if it were about to fly out of the hilt at any moment. The patterns on the sword were like flowing flames, emitting powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

The red light flows on the sword, emitting powerful spiritual fluctuations, allowing people to clearly feel its majesty and mystery.

Jiang Qingwu gently grasped the Qiluan Sword and stood quietly in a corner of the arena, feeling the powerful force contained in the sword.

As the competition approached, Jiang Qingwu adjusted his state, and his slightly narrowed eyes revealed determination and confidence.

She looked at the arena with focused and calm eyes, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her. In her heart, there was only the upcoming battle.

In the viewing stands, they were excitedly discussing the upcoming sword duel, looking forward to seeing a wonderful match.

"I heard that many masters are participating in this sword competition."

"Yeah, I wonder who will win the championship."

"I think Jiang Qingwu from Wuliang Sect has great potential. After all, he is the disciple of the sword master."

"But the sword cultivators from other sects are not weak either. This match is sure to be exciting."

Everyone from Wuliang Sect was also watching the competition nervously.

Feng Jingchen frowned slightly, his eyes filled with worry: "Little Master's opponents this time are very strong. I hope she can handle them carefully."

While eating the spiritual fruit, Lin Muci said, "Little Master will definitely be fine. She is so powerful."

Zhongli Xiu nodded and agreed: "That's right, I believe in Junior Master's strength!"

Feng Ci also looked at the competition field nervously: "I hope Junior Master will win the competition."

Su Chen remained silent, his eyes revealing his trust in Jiang Qingwu.

Mo Yunsheng waved his hands: "Come on, Junior Master!"

Sang Wan looked at the arena, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "This sword cultivator showdown is truly exciting. I wonder what kind of surprises Qing Wu can bring us."

Li Qingtong and Lin Feixue sat quietly to the side, their eyes filled with anticipation. They knew Jiang Qingwu's strength, but also understood the difficulty of this match. Although cultivation resources were scarce, the sect was still willing to devote all its resources to cultivating sword cultivators as the main force in the battle.

Shi Chenbai nodded slightly, his heart full of confidence in Jiang Qingwu.

Meanwhile, other sword-cultivating disciples had also arrived at the preparation area. They were dressed in various uniforms, holding different spirit swords, and each of their faces was filled with fighting spirit. Their gazes frequently fell on Jiang Qingwu, their eyes filled with awe and defiance.

Jiang Qingwu felt their gazes, but she paid no attention. She knew that in this duel between sword cultivators, strength was the only thing that mattered. She took a deep breath, adjusted herself, and prepared for the coming battle.

She stood in the crowd, appearing exceptionally calm. She scanned the surrounding opponents, secretly assessing their strength.

The referee began to announce the rules of the competition: "This Sword Cultivator Showdown will be conducted in the form of a selection tournament. All contestants will compete in one-on-one duels. The winner will advance, and the loser will be eliminated. The top ten contestants will enter the finals."

After saying that, the referee waved the token in his hand and the game officially began.

All the sword cultivators leaped onto the field, their figures like lightning, instantly occupying every corner of the field. Jiang Qingwu was no exception. She held the Qiluan Sword and landed lightly in the center of the field.

"Young Master, come on!" Mo Yunsheng's voice echoed from the audience. Jiang Qingwu raised her head slightly and saw Mo Yunsheng's expectant eyes. She nodded slightly and gestured to Mo Yunsheng.

The spectators surrounding the arena erupted in excitement. They cheered and cheered for their favorite sword cultivators. The sound was like waves, one after another, deafening.

Jiang Qingwu stood quietly in the center of the arena, her eyes scanning the surrounding sword cultivators. She knew that this selection competition would be a brutal battle. Those who emerged might not necessarily be the best, but those who made it to the end would be first-rate in both character and combat power.

She tightened her grip on the Qiluan Sword in her hand, ready to take on the first challenge.

At that moment, a sword cultivator launched an attack at Jiang Qingwu. He wielded a long, cyan sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light. His figure flashed like lightning, instantly appearing in front of Jiang Qingwu. He brandished the sword and lunged at her.

Jiang Qingwu's eyes flashed, and she quickly dodged to the side. The cyan sword brushed past her body, creating a gust of wind. Jiang Qingwu didn't panic. She calmly observed her opponent's movements, looking for an opportunity to strike back.

"I am Lin Yu from Qingyun Sect, please teach me." Lin Yu was not willing to be outdone, and his eyes revealed a strong fighting spirit.

"Jiang Qingwu of the Wuliang Sect, please teach me." Jiang Qingwu nodded slightly, his voice cold and powerful, and sneered, "Your Qingyun Sect's etiquette needs to be improved."

Seeing that his first attack missed, Lin Yu was humiliated and attacked again.

His long sword rained down on Jiang Qingwu, each strike carrying immense force. Jiang Qingwu kept dodging the sword cultivator's attacks while also searching for his opponent's weaknesses.

The audience watched the game nervously and were worried about Jiang Qingwu.

"Can this disciple of Wuliang Sect do it?"

"I don't know. She looks very calm, so she must be capable."

"Why did Lin Yu launch a surprise attack? This is so unethical."

"On the Demonic Tide, you'll make those monsters even try to fight you!"

"Let's talk about the facts! The Qingyun Sect is really a bunch of sword maniacs!"

After dodging Lin Yu's series of attacks, Jiang Qingwu finally found her chance. When the sword cultivator swung his sword at her again, Jiang Qingwu suddenly turned sideways, then quickly reached out and grabbed Lin Yu's wrist. She twisted it hard, and Lin Yu instantly lost his balance.

Jiang Qingwu seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, brandishing the Qiluan Sword and stabbing at Lin Yu. Lin Yu hurriedly dodged, but the Qiluan Sword's energy still slashed his arm. He groaned in pain. But he didn't retreat. Instead, he quickly adjusted his stance and attacked Jiang Qingwu again.

The two fought back and forth, and the battle was extremely fierce. Jiang Qingwu relied on his calm mind and superb swordsmanship to fight Lin Yu to a standstill.

In the audience, Feng Jingchen and others were also watching the game nervously.

He swung the sword in his hand, and a cold sword energy instantly attacked Jiang Qingwu. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be frozen.

Jiang Qingwu's eyes flashed, and she quickly dodged to the side. She swung the Qiluan Sword in her hand, sending a stream of fiery sword energy charging forward. The two sword energies collided in mid-air, creating a resounding sound that shook the surrounding air.

Seeing his strike miss, Lin Yu attacked again. His swordsmanship was sharp and swift, each stroke carrying immense power. Jiang Qingwu responded calmly, her swordsmanship steady and decisive, each strike perfectly neutralizing Lin Yu's attack.

After a fierce battle, Jiang Qingwu finally found her chance. When Lin Yu swung his sword at her again, she suddenly turned sideways and quickly drew her sword, striking Lin Yu's wrist. Lin Yu dropped the sword, sighing helplessly and admitting defeat.

"Jiang Qingwu from Wuliang Sect wins!" The referee announced the result of the match. As the result was announced, Lin Yu was unwilling to leave the field.

Jiang Qingwu nodded slightly, walked off the field, and prepared for the next game.

The elders of the Qingyun Sect on the viewing platform lamented, "Alas, Lin Yu, this kid could have gotten a better ranking, why did he go to challenge Jiang Qingwu..."

"No problem. It's good to dampen his arrogance so that he can calm down and practice." The leader of Qingyun Sect said indifferently.

"Master, I was careless." Lin Yu returned to the viewing platform and apologized to his master.

"Oh, you! No problem! Just compete well and learn other people's temperament." His master said with regret.

As the competition progressed, more and more sword-cultivating disciples were eliminated.

In the center of the arena, only a handful of powerful sword-cultivating disciples remained. Their eyes met, their gazes brimming with fighting spirit.

Jiang Qingwu stood quietly in the center of the arena, her gaze scanning the surrounding sword cultivators. She knew these disciples were the elites of their respective sects, and their strength should not be underestimated. She tightened her grip on the Qiluan Sword, preparing for the next challenge.

At this moment, a sword disciple challenged Jiang Qingwu. He held a long black sword, its blade emitting a black light. His figure, like a ghost, instantly appeared in front of Jiang Qingwu. He brandished the sword and stabbed at Jiang Qingwu.

Jiang Qingwu's eyes flashed, and she quickly dodged to the side. The black sword brushed past her body, creating a gust of wind. Jiang Qingwu didn't panic. She calmly observed her opponent's movements, looking for an opportunity to strike back.

Seeing his first strike missed, the sword disciple attacked again. His sword, like a venomous snake, kept attacking Jiang Qingwu. Jiang Qingwu kept dodging the sword disciple's attacks while also looking for his weakness.

The audience watched the game nervously and were worried about Jiang Qingwu.

"Can this disciple of Wuliang Sect do it?"

"I don't know. She looks very calm, so she must be capable."

"I hope she can win. The disciples of Wuliang Sect are all very powerful."

"I think Jiang Qingwu has great potential. She's incredibly strong."

"But the other contestants are not weak either. The newcomers from Qingyun Sect also made a big splash. The Sword Cultivation Finals is sure to be exciting."

After dodging a series of attacks from the sword cultivator, Jiang Qingwu finally found her opportunity. As the sword cultivator swung his sword at her again, Jiang Qingwu suddenly swerved sideways, then quickly reached out and grabbed the sword cultivator's wrist. With a powerful twist, the sword cultivator instantly lost his balance.

Jiang Qingwu seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, brandishing the Qiluan Sword and stabbing at the sword disciple. The sword disciple hurriedly dodged, but the Qiluan Sword's wielding energy still slashed his arm. He groaned in pain. But he didn't retreat. Instead, he quickly adjusted his stance and attacked Jiang Qingwu again.

The two fought back and forth in an extremely fierce battle. Jiang Qingwu relied on his calm mind and superb swordsmanship to fight the sword disciple to a standstill.

In the audience, Feng Jingchen and others were also watching the game nervously.

"Come on, Junior Master!" Mo Yunsheng shouted loudly.

Lin Muci also clenched his fists: "Junior Master, you can't lose!"

Zhong Lixiu said excitedly: "This fellow, Junior Master, is truly amazing!"

Feng Ci looked at the competition field nervously: "I hope Junior Master can win."

After a fierce battle, Jiang Qingwu finally defeated her second opponent. She breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile on her face. But she knew that the battle had just begun, and there were more challenges waiting for her.

In the following matches, Jiang Qingwu relied on her formidable strength and calm mind to overcome all obstacles and successfully advance. Her swordsmanship became increasingly sharp, and the red light emanating from the Qiluan Sword became increasingly dazzling, as if to demonstrate its immense power to the world.

As the competition progressed, more and more contestants were eliminated, and eventually the top ten contestants were selected to enter the finals. Jiang Qingwu was unsurprisingly one of them.

During the break before the final, Jiang Qingwu sat quietly aside, adjusting her state. She knew that the next game would be even more difficult, but she had no fear in her heart, only the desire for victory.

At this time, the audience around the stadium were also enthusiastically discussing the upcoming finals.

"The finals are finally here. I wonder who will win the title of Sword Cultivator."

In the audience, people from Wuliang Sect were also cheering for Jiang Qingwu.

Feng Jingchen smiled and said, "Junior Master will definitely achieve good results."

Lin Muci waved his fist: "Come on, Junior Master!"

Zhong Lixiu also said excitedly: "Little Master, we believe in you!"

Feng Ci and Su Chen watched the competition silently, their eyes full of anticipation.

Mo Yunsheng stood up excitedly: "Junior Master, you are the best!"

Sang Wan looked at the performance of the Wuliang Sect members and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "The disciples of the Wuliang Sect are really united."

"Of course." Li Qinglian said indifferently.

Li Qingtong also nodded slightly, with a smile on his face.

Shi Chenbai watched the competition quietly, his heart full of anticipation.

As the break ended, the finals officially began. The top ten contestants took to the field again, their eyes full of fighting spirit.