Junior sister took first place again

Chapter 485 Immortal Sect Competition 47

In the blink of an eye, eight days had passed. As the rankings of the human and earth rankings of the Immortal Sect Competition were settled, everyone's hearts were drawn to the upcoming peak battle.

At this moment, the atmosphere at the Three Thousand Sword Testing Arena was more solemn and more intense than when Lin Sheng challenged Yan Jiuyuan eight days ago.

The top ten disciples on the Heavenly Ranking, representing the highest combat power of this generation of Nascent Soul cultivators, have all stood on the high platform, bathed in countless gazes filled with awe, inquiry, and enthusiasm.

Their figures are the well-deserved protagonists of today.

On the main seat on the high platform, Immortal Yunhua was still sitting upright, his deep gaze sweeping over the ten heroic figures below, finally pausing for a moment on Ning Jiasheng, a barely perceptible trace of approval flashing across his eyes.

Her aura was deep and mellow, more harmonious than eight days ago, and she had obviously recovered to her peak condition.

"The first round of the draw for the top ten of the Heavenly Ranking begins!"

The clear voice of the Immortal Venerable suppressed all the noise, and an ancient fortune stick with a chaotic aura and the trajectory of stars engraved on it appeared out of thin air in the center of the platform.

Ten streams of light shot out from the fingertips of the ten strongest disciples in no particular order and sank into the lottery tube. The lottery tube shone brightly, and the chaotic cyclone spun rapidly, emitting a low humming sound.

In an instant, ten light sticks of different colors shot out from the vortex and hovered in front of each challenger.

The results of the lottery are clear:

Lin Sheng, a disciple of the Xuanling Sect, faces Xu Qing of the Mengxi Liu Clan;

Lan Qiqi from the Sword-Forging Villa faces off against Cui Ying, a descendant of the Cui family of Tianshui;

Xiao Han, a disciple of the Xuanling Sect, faces Fu Ling, a descendant of the Fu family in Pingyuan;

He Ling, a disciple of Changxing Sect, faces Qiao Shuyu, a disciple of Hehuan Palace;

Ji Yu, a descendant of the Ji family of Pengcheng, faced Yun Qi, a descendant of the Yun family of Tianhe.

As soon as the results came out, discussions in the audience started again.

"Fairy Lin versus Xu Qing? This guy is the biggest dark horse of this competition, a gold spiritual root formation master who made it all the way to the top ten. His attainments in formation are extremely profound."

"Young Master Lan versus Immortal Lord Cui, heavy sword versus swift sword, lightning versus golden light, it will surely be earth-shattering!"

"Senior Brother Xiao Han versus Fu Ling, the Frozen Miles versus the Unmovable Mountain, the Ultimate Spear versus the Absolute Shield."

"Fairy He Ling's enchanting voice over Qiao Shuyu... the Water and Fire Absolute Formation captivates the heart. Wow, brilliant!"

"Ji Yu versus Fairy Yunqi. One excels at mental attacks and is a mesmerizing cultivator competing in a high-level competition, while the other needs time to set up her formation... I'm afraid the outcome of this match is already decided..."

When Ji Yu was mentioned, many people's eyes became a little subtle.

Although this genius from the Pengcheng Ji family has an inconspicuous grass spiritual root, the Ji family practices the Hehuan Dao, and the spiritual root attributes do not make much difference to them.

The so-called most useless grass spirit root did not hinder Ji Yu's progress. Perhaps its biggest impact was that it gave him a refreshing personality.

But everyone knows that Ji Yu, who is able to participate in the Heavenly Ranking and is considered the favorite to win, is by no means as harmless as he seems.

His gaze towards his opponent Yunqi was still calm, but it made Yunqi, the arrogant formation master of Tianhe Yun Clan, unconsciously tense up.

Ning Jiasheng's eyes fell on his own sign. His opponent was Xu Qing, a taciturn man with a sharp aura like a golden sword.

It is the most unexpected dark horse among the top ten.

Her face remained calm, as it made no difference to her who she was fighting. However, the moment she averted her gaze, a calm, yet indescribably penetrating gaze fell upon her.

It’s Ji Yu.

He was several feet away, smiling and nodding at Ning Jiasheng with a gentle look in his eyes, as if it was just a friendly greeting between peers.

But Ning Jiasheng's keen spiritual perception caught a very faint, very obscure scrutiny and... excitement?

Deep within that gaze, there didn't seem to be pure kindness, but rather an assessment of an item that deserved attention, or even required "special handling."

Ning Jiasheng's heart trembled, but he remained expressionless. He just glanced back indifferently and then looked away.

"The results of the first draw have been announced. All disciples, please enter the arena and prepare." The voice of the deacon elder announced the start of the battle.

Light shields rose up on the five sword-testing platforms, isolating the inside and outside.

Ning Jiasheng and Xu Qing are at opposite ends of the spectrum.

Xu Qing's face was stern, his eyes sharp as a knife, and he didn't waste any words. He formed seals with his hands, so fast that they left afterimages, and the lapis lazuli ground beneath his feet instantly lit up with intricate golden array patterns.

“Clang, clang, clang—!”

The piercing sound of metal clashing rang out. Dozens of massive golden lightsabers, condensed purely from Gengjin energy and gleaming with a cold, space-slicing light, suddenly burst forth from all directions around Ning Jiasheng, even from the nodes of the formations above and below her head. Each sword contained a razor-sharp force capable of piercing mountains, instantly blocking all her escape routes.

The first move was a killing formation! Xu Qing displayed the ultimate attack of the Golden Spiritual Root and the precise layout of the formation to the fullest.

Ning Jiasheng's pupils shrank slightly. The speed at which Xu Qing's formation was activated and the fierceness of his attack far exceeded any formation master she had encountered before.

She didn't even have time to fully deploy her defensive formation.

At the critical moment, Ning Jiasheng did not retreat but advanced.

The fire spiritual power in her body exploded, but instead of spreading outward, it was all poured into the Zixiao Sword in her hand.

The sword hummed, and was surrounded by blazing purple-gold fire. She did not try to block all the lightsabers - that was impossible.

Her figure twisted and weaved through the narrow gap like a ghost. The Purple Sky Sword transformed into a streak of purple-gold lightning that ripped through the air, aiming with incredible precision at the weak point on the spine of the closest and most threatening golden lightsaber.

There is a tiny node where the energy of the formation flows.

Ding!

With a crisp sound, sparks flew everywhere. The golden lightsaber, imbued with terrifying power, was actually deflected by this concentrated strike, containing the ingenious force to break through the formation, and crashed fiercely into another lightsaber nearby.

As a result of the chain reaction, the trajectories of several lightsabers suddenly became disordered, and a fleeting flaw appeared in the blockade circle.

Ning Jiasheng's figure was like a swimming fish, slipping out from this tiny gap dangerously, and the corners of his clothes were torn into several pieces by the sharp Gengjin sword energy.

However, Xu Qing's killer move did not stop there. The moment the first wave of lightsabers missed, he changed his hand seals again.

"Congeal!"

Those lightsabers that pierced the air did not dissipate, but disintegrated instantly, turning into countless Gengjin needles as thin as cow hair and almost impossible to capture with the naked eye. Like a golden storm, with a shrill scream, it enveloped Ning Jiasheng again at a faster speed and a more tricky angle.

The range is larger, the density is higher, and it is unavoidable!

This is the real killer move, penetrating from all angles to every point.

There was a gasp from the audience.

Xu Qing's formation changes were so bizarre and his attack methods were so ruthless that it made people's scalps numb.

Ning Jiasheng's eyes were cold. Facing this overwhelming rain of deadly needles, she suddenly thrust the Purple Sky Sword into the ground.

"Om-"

A crimson circular fire array composed of countless tiny runes suddenly spread out with the sword as the center.

The fire array raised a blazing barrier of flames, not to block it head-on, but at the moment the rain of needles hit, the barrier of flames violently fluctuated and rotated, forming a powerful repulsive and deflection force field.

Chi Chi Chi -!

Most of the Gengjin needles were melted by the high temperature, or forcibly deflected by the rotating force field and shot into the ground, leaving dense deep holes.

But a part of it still penetrated the defense, leaving fine scars on Ning Jiasheng's protective aura, and bits of golden light seeped in, bringing a piercing sharp pain.

Ning Jiasheng groaned, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. Xu Qing's formation attack power was truly formidable.

But her counterattack was also brewing at this moment.

Taking advantage of the moment of respite gained by the fire array's defense, Ning Jiasheng's five fingers of his left hand quickly sketched in the air like a phantom - no longer defense, but attack.

Dark red runes appeared out of thin air and instantly merged into the lapis lazuli ground beneath their feet. Like living things, they spread rapidly and silently along a specific trajectory towards where Xu Qing was.

Xu Qing was trying his best to control the Gengjin Needle Formation, trying to break Ning Jiasheng's defense in one fell swoop.

His mind was highly focused on suppressing Ning Jiasheng. Although he noticed the fluctuations of the formation quietly spreading under his feet, he just thought it was the aftermath of the opponent's defensive formation and did not take it seriously at the first time.

After all, no formation master has ever been able to distract himself from setting up such a sophisticated and secret attack formation while facing him head-on.

Just as Xu Qing was about to launch a third, stronger attack—

Ning Jiasheng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and she suddenly pulled out the Zixiao Sword stuck in the ground, pointing the tip of the sword directly at Xu Qing.

"break!"

With her low shout, the seemingly calm ground under Xu Qing's feet suddenly burst into a dazzling red light.

Nine dark golden flaming arrows, condensed to the extreme and only as thick as arms, were like spears of judgment shot out from the lava of hell. Without any warning, they broke out from the underground array's center, carrying with them terrifying high temperatures that could burn everything and sharp edges that could penetrate everything. They instantly blocked all of Xu Qing's dodging space, going straight for his vital points.

The timing, angle, and power were all perfect and flawless.

This was the only chance Ning Jiasheng had to use himself as bait and withstand two waves of attacks, perfectly integrating the power of the formation and the explosion of the fire spirit root into this fatal move.

Xu Qing's face changed drastically!

He never expected that the opponent could set such a deadly counterattack trap while being beaten so passively.

The nine rocket arrows were too fast, too close, and the power they contained made him feel a deadly threat.

In a hurry, he roared, and golden light burst out around him. A huge diamond-shaped shield composed of countless tiny golden runes instantly condensed in front of him. This was his strongest single-body defense formation - the Gengjin Barrier.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Nine flaming arrows slammed heavily into the giant golden shield, causing deafening explosions one after another. The blazing fire and the sharp power of Gengjin collided and annihilated each other madly.

The giant shield vibrated violently, golden light flashed wildly, and the shield surface was instantly covered with spider-web-like cracks.

Xu Qing was forced to retreat repeatedly by the huge impact force, and each step left a deep footprint on the hard lapis lazuli. His face turned pale in an instant, and blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered a huge backlash.

However, the Gengjin Barrier was worthy of being a top-level defensive formation. It actually blocked the nine deadly flying arrows when it was on the verge of breaking.

Just when Xu Qing relaxed a little and was about to force himself to stabilize his position and counterattack——

Mutations reborn!

A purple-gold sword light, so fast that it was beyond the limit of visual capture, silently penetrated the golden giant shield covered with cracks and with a sharp drop in defense power under the cover of the strong light of the rocket explosion and the chaotic energy flow.

It did not stab Xu Qing's body, but instead stabbed the core of the giant shield with incredible precision, a core rune node that was flashing wildly trying to repair the shield.

click-

Like the crisp sound of broken glass.

The core node of the extremely tough Gengjin barrier that had just blocked the rocket was completely penetrated and shattered by the sword that condensed all of Ning Jiasheng's sword intent and formation-breaking skills.

The entire giant shield seemed to have its spine pulled out, and it exploded into golden spots all over the sky.

The backlash force of the formation was like a heavy hammer, hitting Xu Qing's mind hard.

"puff!"

Xu Qingru was hit hard, and his body suddenly bent. A large amount of blood mixed with internal organs spurted out. His aura instantly weakened, his eyes were unfocused, and he could no longer stand. He fell heavily to one knee on the ground, and could only use his trembling hands to barely support the ground to prevent himself from falling down completely.

He raised his head and looked forward, his eyes filled with incredible shock and... a hint of confusion.

Ning Jiasheng's figure slowly appeared in the aftermath of the explosion.

She stood holding a sword, with the tip of the Zixiao sword pointing diagonally at the ground, purple light flowing on the sword body, and her breath was a little disordered. Several wounds on her left arm pierced by the Gengjin needles were oozing blood, but her back was still straight, her eyes were as sharp as before, and she firmly locked her eyes on the opponent who had lost the power to resist.

The outcome has been decided.

The entire sword-testing arena fell into a brief silence, and then erupted into thunderous exclamations and cheers.

"She actually forcibly broke Xu Qing's core defensive formation."

"Trading injury for life. Withstanding two waves of lethal attacks, just to create the opportunity for that final blow."

"A formation within a formation. When did she set up the formation under Xu Qing's feet?"

"Not only is she a formation master, her sword is her true killer move! The timing of that last strike was terrifying."

"Immortal Lin...his reputation is well-deserved."

The Supervisory Elder's voice sounded at the perfect moment, delivering a fair verdict: "The winner of Sword Trial Arena No. 1 has been decided. The winner is Lin Sheng of the Xuanling Sect."

Ning Jiasheng sheathed his sword, clasped his fists and bowed to Xu Qing who was struggling to hold on, then turned and walked down the sword testing platform, starting to regulate his breathing and recover.

She won the first round, but it consumed a lot of energy.