The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

On the day of the finals, on the fifth floor of the giant tower, spectators were everywhere. The railings on both sides of the corridor were filled with people, and even the corners could not accommodate more people. It seemed that every gap was filled with people.

"Both parties, please come to the ring."

The referee's voice fell, and the four people walked up slowly.

Immediately afterwards, four people from Lingxi Sect also came up.

They were wearing purple robes, their eyes were sharp, and there was a cold disdain between their eyebrows, as if they didn't care much about their opponents.

As expected, as soon as they stood still, the leading man spoke: "I never thought that the Xianyun Sect, who had been suppressed by us for fifty years, would make it to the finals this time. I guess you were too excited to sleep last night?"

A woman nearby chimed in, "Yes, Senior Brother Sinan. And I heard a joke last night. It said everyone at the sword cultivation field's gambling tables was betting on our Lingxi Sect to win. Even He Qingfeng, the somewhat popular Dan cultivator from their Xianyun Sect, had bet heavily on us to win. But well..."

"But what, Yanran?"

Yanran paused, then her gaze fell on Cen Yizi: "But some people overestimate their abilities. I heard that you, for the sake of face, bet 6,000 spirit stones on the Xianyun Sect to win. You've made a huge investment."

"Six thousand spirit stones?"

Yan Chuan and Jiang Yingxue turned to look at Cen Yizi almost at the same time.

Cen Yizhi nodded slightly: "Hmm..."

"Hahahahahahahaha" the woman opposite laughed loudly: "It seems that the young master really has a rich family background and can afford your extravagance."

Cen Yizhi frowned and rarely contradicted a strange woman: "Maybe we will win."

"Oh, you're only at the Foundation Establishment stage, where does your confidence come from?" The woman chuckled contemptuously, then looked at the referee: "Can I declare the event?"

The referee nodded and said: "The finals of the Sword Cultivation Competition, Xianyun Sect versus Lingxi Sect, begins now!"

The rules of the final match are different from the previous matches.

It is no longer the case that if one person surrenders, the entire team surrenders. Now, if one person surrenders, it only means that one person withdraws. The game continues until all four members of the opposing team surrender or fall out of the ring.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar at the scene.

Suddenly, a purple figure jumped into the air and slashed towards Chu Ying with a sword.

After all, they believed that the Xianyun Sect's tactic would be for Chu Ying to launch the vine attack first, so they might as well kill this ticklish thing first.

Of course, if Xianyun Sect intends to defend and let Yan Chuan or Jiang Yingxue come to resist, then he also has a way to consume the two stronger ones.

The man glanced sideways at Yan Chuan and Jiang Yingxue, and just as he expected, they had already raised their swords. However, the next moment, they did not run towards him, but rushed directly towards their senior brothers and sisters.

The man was stunned for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw Chu Ying swinging out the Red Lotus Sword and rushing towards him.

He had clearly not anticipated Chu Ying's action. He paused for a moment, then immediately drew his sword, swiftly holding it across his face. A dull clashing sound was heard as their blades clashed violently in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere, and the sound was as deafening as thunder.

But after this round of fighting, the man immediately realized that Chu Ying's momentum was insufficient. After a few blows, her sword began to feel heavy, and she was obviously suppressed.

The man laughed sinisterly and immediately mocked, "Oh, you're just a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and you want to compete with me, a Golden Core cultivator?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Chu Ying move, and the Red Lotus Sword with a scorching momentum suddenly attacked him.

He turned slightly and easily avoided Chu Ying's attack. Just as he was about to mock her again, a sword light suddenly shot out from behind him, so fast that he had almost no time to react.

The man's heart tightened, and he realized something was wrong. He immediately turned sideways and stepped back quickly, barely avoiding the sharp edge of the sword. The tip of the sword almost grazed the corner of his clothes. His heartbeat accelerated, and his eyes turned cold. In an instant, he realized that the sword was from Cen Yizhi's hand.

Without a single word, Cen Yizhi thrust his sword forward, following closely behind him like a shadow, thrusting it once again at the man with a chilling aura. The sword's speed was incredibly fast, like a ray of piercing light, aiming straight for the man's throat.

"How insidious!" the man cursed and defended himself.

He flipped backwards to create some distance between himself and the two of them, then steadied himself, raised his sword and swung out a fierce sword energy. The wind whistled, and the sword energy swept across, rushing towards the two of them with a strong sense of oppression.

The sword energy swept across, stirring up gusts of wind in the air, and the entire arena seemed to be shaking.

Logically, with this sword, the two men would have been knocked away due to lack of strength. However, they combined their swords and crossed each other with a clang, emitting a strong light, which blocked the opponent's strong light.

The man was stunned for a moment, then asked after a while: "Fusion technique?"

Chu Ying chuckled, raised her eyebrows and said, "Yes, how about it?" As soon as the words fell, Cen Yizi quickly adjusted his sword posture. The two cooperated closely and launched another attack without hesitation.

"The flames spread across the prairie!" The two men recited the sword techniques word by word almost at the same time. Their voices were sonorous and powerful, and they burst out together with the power of their swords, instantly piercing the silence of the air.

The tip of the sword emitted a dazzling light, and suddenly brought up a force of wind and fire that was a mixture of red and silver. The air flow rolled and the flames danced wildly, like an irresistible hurricane and flames descending at the same time.

"Swish!" Two sword energies rushed towards the man like a tornado, carrying the power of wind and fire, sweeping over him rapidly. The man was directly forced to the edge of the ring by this move.

He stumbled at the edge of the ring, nearly losing his balance, but with his powerful Jindan stage cultivation, he finally managed to steady himself. The sword's tip fiercely slashed at the sword energy, and the sound of the air being cut by the sword energy was extremely harsh.

"Hard metal!" With a loud sound of metal collision, the man's long sword collided with the tips of Chu Ying and Cen Yizi's swords, sparks flew, and air waves surged, like thunder exploding.

He didn't expect that two Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators could force him, a Golden Core Stage cultivator, to such a level, and he didn't expect that the two of them had fusion skills!

After all, in the previous competition, the two were almost the most useless, especially Cen Yizi. Apart from some interference on the court, he basically did not do anything.

In today's match, he underestimated both of them.

The man took a deep breath, his face dark as water. "It seems you're more useful than I thought. I admit that I was careless just now, which allowed you to take advantage of me. But there won't be a second mistake like this. You can't force me out of the ring with your strength."

After saying that, the man mobilized all his strength to prepare for a counterattack. However, Chu Ying and Cen Yizi looked at each other, and they jumped up. Before the man could counterattack, they took the lead and pushed him down from top to bottom, suddenly increasing their strength and using the momentum to push him down.