I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Spiritual energy is boiling in the body.

Consumption.

Boiling again.

Soon!

She could feel that she was just one step away from breaking through.

Ning Ruan suddenly retracted the two orange and yellow swords.

Under Yuan Jing's astonished gaze, he raised the red sword and leaped towards him again.

Spiritual masters are most afraid of being approached.

Yuan Jing was naturally no exception.

He could even feel that if Ning Ruan struck him with this sword, he would at least suffer serious damage.

The frost went straight back.

Yuan Jing took advantage of the situation and quickly dodged.

After he stood firm, Fang said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Ning, why don't you use all your strength?"

It is obvious that you can control three swords at the same time.

But he took back the other two.

Ning Ruan raised her eyes and said casually: "I don't have enough spiritual power, I can't control it."

She raised her lips, "After all, I am only at the fifth level, right?"

It is reasonable for a person at the fifth level of cultivation to feel tired while controlling three flying swords.

But for some reason, Yuan Jing instinctively felt that something was wrong.

He seemed to be controlling three flying swords with ease just a moment ago, and he still had some strength to spare, so how come he suddenly had no strength?

Yuan Jing pursed his lips and did not refute.

However, he was obviously more cautious in his actions.

outside room.

The martial arts disciples who had already returned to the academy arrived just as Ning Ruan was putting away his sword.

As temporary teammates, Deng Hong and Yi Zhen are undoubtedly most concerned about the outcome of this competition.

Mu Yi Qiu was very calm, "Don't worry, Ning Ruan won't lose."

Deng Hong hesitated, "But the squad leader is almost exhausted." Otherwise, he would not have abandoned the two swords.

After returning from Mingguang Prefecture, their temporary team was disbanded.

However, the title of "squad leader" has never changed in the mouths of Deng Hong and Yi Zhen.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, what do you think?"

Next to Luo Yue, there were also disciples from the Martial Arts Academy asking questions.

Compared to Mu Yi Qiu's words, it is obvious that Luo Yue, who is from the same school as him, knows his junior sister better.

At least that's what everyone else in the martial arts academy thinks.

However, this time, Luo Yue's answer was the same as Mu Yiqiu's, "If we fight seriously, Junior Sister will not lose."

The same, yet slightly different.

"What do you mean by fighting seriously? Has Brother Ning not yet used his full strength?" The disciple who asked the question had a look of disbelief on his face.

Luo Yue pursed her lips and smiled.

Of course I didn’t use my full strength.

How could his junior sister's spiritual energy be exhausted?

The only reason she gave up two swords was because she felt her opponent couldn't withstand the power of three swords.

Although I don't understand her purpose, this approach is indeed very obvious.

From the very beginning, his junior sister did not use her full strength, otherwise, once the powerful healing technique or other spiritual techniques were used, the outcome of this competition would have been decided long ago.

"This isn't Ning Ruan's first time fighting at the Seventh Realm. He's been able to fight for so long, but it's obvious that he hasn't used his full strength." Mu Yi Qiu spoke bluntly.

But some people believe this, while others do not.

The stage was covered with sword light and frost.

Below the stage, some of the sword cultivators who wanted to buy gold-type spirit crystals from Ning Ruan subconsciously turned their attention to Luo Yue.

"Fellow Daoist, since we are already at the competition venue, how about we compete with each other?"

Luo Yue raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a swordsman with the cultivation level of the eleventh realm.

It's the same situation.

However... he had been suppressing his realm in the eleventh realm for a long time, and a breakthrough was only a matter of thought.

Luo Yue slowly shook his head and refused with a smile, "I have no plans to spar with you for now."

"One stick of incense." Yan Liang raised his eyes and suddenly interrupted.

Facing the puzzled looks of the crowd, he added quietly, "If he were to spar with my senior brother, he would definitely lose within an incense stick of time."

"Let's learn from each other..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

The cultivator who proposed the Eleventh Realm Challenge laughed out loud, "My junior brother, if you were to compete with me, it would still take one stick of incense, and you would lose."

What a joke. He is an eleventh-level cultivator, and when he competes with a tenth-level cultivator, is there any other result?

"No." Yan Liang raised his chin slightly, "What I mean is that you will lose within half an hour."

"If we are in the same realm, you will definitely lose within one stick of incense."

This annoying expression and tone successfully angered the eleventh-level swordsman who thought he had a very calm temperament.

He smiled angrily and glanced at Yan Liang, "In that case, Li Jiangxi, the eleventh level gold sword cultivator, invites this junior brother to fight?"

"Tenth level gold sword cultivator Yan Liang, accept the challenge."

A challenge and a response happen in just a moment.

And at this moment, Yuan Jing on the stage was chopped off by Ning Ruan's sword.

"I lost."

Yuan Jing's voice sounded weak as it came from the stage.

Ning Ruan held the sword, but she did not have the slightest joy of victory. Instead, she looked around with regret, "...are there any fellow Daoists at the initial stage of the eighth realm who would like to come up on stage and compete?"