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First, a fierce competition to determine the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth place winners unfolded. The participating sword cultivators all had resolute gazes and powerful auras, seemingly exuding an invisible pressure.

The audience outside the venue were looking forward to it, and the discussions were endless.

"This competition is sure to be exciting. I wonder who will come out on top."

"I heard that the disciples of Qingyun Sect are very powerful."

Zhang Yifei, Li Haoran, Wang Zixuan, and Huo Fengmin, disciples from Qingyun Sect, are undoubtedly strong contenders for the top spot.

They are all heroic and valiant, like swords about to be unsheathed.

At the same time, contestants from other sects were not willing to be outdone.

Zhao Mingyu of the Sword Controlling Sect was dressed in black, his face as cold as ice, and the long sword in his hand exuded a sharp sword energy that was chilling.

Lin Wan'er from Baihua Valley was beautiful in a pink long dress, and the exquisite dagger in her hand was shining with a mysterious light.

The audience's emotions became even more excited when they saw these contestants appear on stage.

"Wow, that Zhao Mingyu from the Sword Controlling Sect is so handsome, he must be very powerful."

"Lin Wan'er from Baihua Valley is also very beautiful. I wonder how strong she is."

The game started and Zhang Yifei was the first to appear.

He wore the distinctive azure robes of the Qingyun Sect, his figure standing tall and straight like a verdant pine or cypress. In his hand, he tightly grasped a long sword that shone with a cold light, a chilling air current surging from the blade. His eyes were piercing, as if they could penetrate any obstacle.

The opponent was Zhao Mingyu of the Imperial Sword Sect. Zhao Mingyu, dressed in black, had a stern expression, like an iceberg. The longsword in his hand exuded a chilling aura. The audience fell silent, watching the two men nervously.

Zhang Yifei's eyes flashed, and he launched his attack instantly. He shot out like lightning, charging at Zhao Mingyu in the blink of an eye. He brandished his sword, his sword energy crisscrossing like streaks of silver lightning streaking through the sky.

Zhao Mingyu was undaunted and charged forward resolutely. Their swords clashed fiercely in the air, creating a resounding sound and sending sparks flying like a dazzling display of fireworks. The spectators outside were stunned by the intense battle and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. "Wow! These two are both incredibly powerful!"

"Qingyun Sword Technique, Wind-Breaking Slash!" Zhang Yifei shouted, his voice resounding like a bell. He swung his sword even faster, and a powerful sword energy swept through like a hurricane. Wherever this sword energy passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Seeing this, Zhao Mingyu quickly unleashed his unique Sword Controlling Sect skills. "Sword Controlling Technique, Sword and Shield!" He swung his sword, and a shield composed of sword energy instantly appeared, solid as a rock, blocking Zhang Yifei's attack.

The sword energy collided with the shield, creating a dull thud that shook the air around them. The audience watched in amazement, their fists clenched in nervous tension.

Zhang Yifei frowned slightly and launched another attack. His swordsmanship was sharp and swift, and each move carried a powerful force that seemed to be able to split mountains and crack rocks.

Zhao Mingyu responded calmly, constantly searching for Zhang Yifei's weaknesses. The two exchanged blows in an intense battle that captivated the audience, their hearts racing.

In another match, Li Haoran faced off against Lin Wan'er of Baihua Valley. Dressed in the uniform of a Qingyun Sect disciple, Li Haoran wore a stern expression, his sword radiating a faint glow, like a star in the night sky.

Lin Wan'er was stunningly beautiful in her pink dress, clutching an exquisite dagger that shimmered with pink light, a dreamlike beauty. The audience erupted in discussion as they watched the two enter the stage.

"These two have completely different styles. I don't know who will win."

"Li Haoran from Qingyun Sect looks very powerful."

Li Haoran struck first, wielding his longsword. A stream of sword energy shot towards Lin Wan'er like lightning. The sword energy was incredibly fast, reaching her in the blink of an eye. Lin Wan'er dodged the attack with a light, graceful movement, like a fluttering butterfly. Her shortsword danced, sending streaks of pink light shimmering like falling petals.

"Hundred Flowers Sword Technique, petals fall in profusion!" Lin Wan'er cried out in a clear, melodious voice, wielding her dagger even faster. Countless petal-like sword energies flew towards Li Haoran. These sword energies, like beautiful petals, were light and agile, yet the power contained within them was not to be underestimated. Li Haoran's eyes fixed, and he quickly unleashed the Qingyun Sword Technique to block the attack.

"Qingyun Sword Technique, sword rain is flying!" Li Haoran danced with the long sword in his hand, and countless sword energy fell like raindrops, colliding with Lin Wan'er's petal sword energy.

The sound of the swords clashing was like raindrops hitting a window, crisp and melodious. Their battle was like a beautiful dance, a delight to the eyes. The audience outside the arena gasped in admiration, cheering for their brilliant performance.

In Wang Zixuan's match, his opponent was Liu Haoyu, a sword cultivator from another sect. Wang Zixuan, dressed in the uniform of a Qingyun Sect disciple, had a calm expression on his face, and the long sword in his hand exuded a calm aura, as heavy as the earth.

Liu Haoyu, dressed in a blue robe, had a determined look in his eyes. The long sword in his hand shone with a blue light, as deep as the ocean. The audience was also full of anticipation for this match. "I wonder if Wang Zixuan can win." "That Liu Haoyu doesn't look weak either."

Wang Zixuan took the lead in launching an attack. He swung the long sword in his hand, and a sword energy rushed towards Liu Haoyu like a giant dragon. This sword energy was so powerful that it seemed to be able to destroy everything.

Liu Haoyu quickly deployed his sword skills to block the attack. "Blue Flame Sword Technique, Flame Slash!" He swung his sword, and a stream of blue flaming sword energy met Wang Zixuan's attack. The blazing sword energy was so intense it seemed to set the very air ablaze.

The battle between the two was as fierce and intense as a violent storm. The sharp sword energy crisscrossed like a dragon emerging from the sea, and the bright light flashed like a meteor across the sky.

Their strength seemed to be at the two ends of a scale, and it was difficult to tell who was better. They fought back and forth with each other, and no one could easily defeat the other with a momentary courage.

The audience outside the stadium seemed to be under a spell, watching this thrilling game nervously, not even daring to breathe, for fear of missing any exciting moment.

Sometimes they were amazed at the two people's superb performance, as if they were in a fairyland; sometimes they were worried about their victory or defeat, as if a deer was running around in their hearts.

After a fierce competition that was like a life-and-death duel, Zhang Yifei finally won the third place with his indomitable will and superb swordsmanship. Zhao Mingyu was not inferior and won the fourth place with his tenacious fighting spirit. Li Haoran also performed well and won the fifth place. Wang Zixuan showed extraordinary strength and won the sixth place.

With the final decision of the third, fourth, fifth and sixth places, everyone's eyes were like spotlights, focusing more expectantly on the championship battle between Jiang Qingwu and another swordsman from Qingyun Sect - Huo Fengmin.

Huo Fengmin was tall and straight, like a towering mountain, with a handsome face like a beautiful painting. His eyes were deep and bright, revealing an innate confidence and arrogance, as if the whole world was under his control.

The long sword in his hand was even more extraordinary, emitting a powerful and mysterious aura, as if it had its own soul. It was obviously a rare and peerless sword in the world. It was sharp enough to cut through everything in the world, making people afraid.

The game hasn't started yet, but the audience outside the stadium can't wait to discuss it.

“This championship game is definitely more exciting.”

"I wonder who is more powerful, Jiang Qingwu or Huo Fengmin."

Huo Fengmin thought to himself: "Jiang Qingwu from Wuliang Sect is said to be a disciple of Taoist Master Cangfeng. His strength should not be underestimated. But I, Huo Fengmin, am not a pushover either. Today I must let everyone see the strength of the sword cultivators of Qingyun Sect." He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

Jiang Qingwu stood quietly in the center of the arena, her figure erect and straight, like a proud pine tree. Her gaze was cold and clear, as if she could see through everything in the world. The Qiluan Sword in her hand radiated a red glow, like a burning flame, as if proclaiming its immense power.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at Huo Fengmin across from her, without the slightest thought of underestimating the enemy. She knew that the sword cultivators of Qingyun Sect were very powerful, and this match was bound to be a fierce battle.

At this moment, Jiang Qingwu's consciousness connected to the sect order and lightly touched He Yihuan's consciousness and said softly: "I will definitely win this competition and take the first place in swordsmanship."

The referee gave the signal, and the match officially began. Huo Fengmin took the lead, charging at Jiang Qingwu like lightning, his sword swung wildly, its energy sweeping like a hurricane. This sword energy was incredibly ferocious, seemingly capable of destroying everything.

Jiang Qingwu took her time, gently dodging to the side. Her movements were light and graceful, as if she were dancing. In her mind, Jiang Qingwu calmly analyzed Huo Fengmin's moves, searching for his flaws.

Huo Fengmin was slightly surprised when his attack missed. He hadn't expected Jiang Qingwu to react so quickly. He attacked again, his sword wielding with a sharp and swift movement.

Jiang Qingwu responded calmly, wielding the Qiluan Sword, each strike perfectly neutralizing Huo Fengmin's attacks. Jiang Qingwu thought to herself, "Huo Fengmin is indeed very strong, but I won't give in easily."

"Qingyun Sword Technique, Cloud Breaking Slash!" Huo Fengmin shouted, his voice resonating like thunder. He swung his sword, and a powerful sword energy shot towards Jiang Qingwu like lightning. This sword energy was extremely fast and powerful, as if it could penetrate everything.

Jiang Qingwu's eyes glared, and he swung the Qiluan Sword in his hand, sending a stream of fiery sword energy charging forward. The two sword energies collided in mid-air, creating a resounding clatter that shook the surrounding air. Jiang Qingwu's heart trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

Huo Fengmin frowned slightly. He sensed that Jiang Qingwu was even more powerful than he had imagined. He decided to use his ultimate move. "Qingyun Sword Technique, Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!"

He swung his sword, countless sword energies converging in the air to form a massive sword shadow, which slashed towards Jiang Qingwu. This shadow was so immense that it seemed to obscure the sky and the sun. Jiang Qingwu stared at the giant sword shadow, secretly marveling at it, but she showed no fear at all.

Jiang Qingwu quickly used her skills to dodge the sword shadow's attack. At the same time, she swung the Qiluan Sword in her hand, and a red sword energy shot towards Huo Fengmin. Jiang Qingwu thought to herself, "I can't be intimidated by his ultimate move. I must find a way to fight back."

Huo Fengmin dodged quickly, but the sword still slashed his arm. He was secretly shocked. Jiang Qingwu's strength was indeed formidable. He gritted his teeth and attacked again. His swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and each move carried a powerful force.

Jiang Qingwu responded calmly. Her swordsmanship was steady and decisive, and each strike perfectly neutralized Huo Fengmin's attacks. Throughout the battle, her eyes remained calm, as if everything was under her control. Jiang Qingwu constantly pondered her response: "I must find his weakness to achieve victory."

The spectators outside the stadium watched the match nervously, their hearts in their throats. "It's so exciting! Both of them are so strong!" "I wonder who will win? It's really exciting." "Come on Jiang Qingwu! Come on Huo Fengmin!"

As the battle progressed, Huo Fengmin grew increasingly anxious. He realized that no matter how hard he attacked, he couldn't defeat Jiang Qingwu. Jiang Qingwu's attacks were becoming increasingly fierce, leaving him feeling overwhelmed.

"No, I can't lose like this," Huo Fengmin thought to himself. He decided to give it his all, launching a final attack. He raised his sword high in his hand, concentrating all his spiritual energy on it.

"Qingyun Sword Technique, the sword of ultimate destruction!" Huo Fengmin shouted, his voice resounding like thunder. He swung his sword, and a powerful sword energy rushed towards Jiang Qingwu like a giant dragon. This sword energy contained all his strength, and it was so powerful that it seemed to be able to destroy everything.

Jiang Qingwu looked at the powerful sword energy, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. She knew that this was Huo Fengmin's final and most powerful attack. She had to give it her all to withstand it. Jiang Qingwu said silently in her heart, "I can't lose. I want to win honor for the Wuliang Sect."

She swung the Qiluan Sword in her hand, and all the spiritual power in her body gathered on the Qiluan Sword.

"Heaven-breaking Sword Technique!" She shouted, waving the Qiluan Sword in her hand, and a red sword energy rushed towards Huo Fengmin's attack like the scorching sun.

"It's the Heaven-Breaking Sword Technique!" a casual cultivator said excitedly.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's the sword technique created by Taoist Master Cangfeng!" another casual cultivator said excitedly.

"It's really shocking!" The casual cultivator who saw this set of sword techniques for the first time was amazed at the power of the sword techniques.

"I said that sword cultivators have enormous destructive power." said the casual cultivator who had once explained why sword cultivators had to fight alone.

"Tsk, fellow Taoist, you're really spoiling the fun." The cultivator next to him said "tsk" and muttered.

The two sword energies collided in mid-air, creating a resounding explosion that shook the surrounding air. A flash of light shone, blinding the viewer. After a moment, the light faded, revealing Jiang Qingwu still standing in the center of the arena, while Huo Fengmin collapsed to the ground, spitting blood.

"Jiang Qingwu from Wuliang Sect wins! He is the champion of sword cultivation!" The referee announced the result of the competition.

The audience around the stadium burst into warm applause and cheers.

"Jiang Qingwu is so amazing! He is the undisputed leader of sword cultivators!"

“This game is absolutely amazing!”

Huo Fengmin slowly stood up and looked at Jiang Qingwu, his heart filled with admiration. He knew that he had lost with conviction. He bowed slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, I admire your strength. I lost today's battle with conviction."

Jiang Qingwu nodded slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Huo, you are also very powerful. I have benefited a lot from today's battle."

With the conclusion of the Sword Cultivation finals, the individual duels of the sect competition were drawing to a close. The Wuliang Sect's disciples had performed exceptionally well in this competition, earning widespread acclaim. Jiang Qingwu, in particular, became the center of attention, her prowess and demeanor filling everyone with awe and respect for the Wuliang Sect.