Each of these swords seems illusory, but each of them is real and can turn from illusory to real in an instant.

Seeing this, the rapier in Jinhua's hand suddenly ignited with wisps of flames. These flames scattered bursts of broken sparks as the sword was swung. When the dark jade sword in Luolan Hill's hand encountered the sparks, it was immediately corroded with scorched holes and could no longer switch between reality and illusion as easily as before.

It seems that we cannot underestimate this senior sister. After all, she is one of the top few geniuses in the Eastern Continent.

The dark jade sword in Loranhill's hand shot out directly while being swung, and was chopped into pieces by Jinhua, but then another sword appeared in the girl's hand.

The sword body is silver and cold. It is held horizontally in front of the body. As the fingers slowly brush across the blade, lifelike blue butterflies are engraved on the blade.

Looking at the longsword inscribed on the scene, Jinhua sensed a sense of danger, and she became cautious. With her free left hand, she swung the six redwood swords floating beside her, suddenly shooting out like intersecting streams of light, following different trajectories, strangling the girl.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and the surroundings were suddenly silent. The Yinhan sword swung down slowly as if in slow motion, leaving behind a trail of afterimages. Then the attacking red fire wood sword also slowed down step by step, quickly decayed, and then turned into gray smoke and dissipated.

In the inheritance of the Nine Netherworlds of the Xiangyu Sect, the most difficult technique to practice, the technique of withering and destroying, is now displayed.

Jinhua nodded slightly, then raised the remaining wooden sword in her hand. A light arc passed by her side, followed by several lonely lights. These arcs surrounded her like star tracks, floating beside her, and attracted the mana in the surrounding atmosphere. Then, complex magic circle patterns began to take shape on the ground.

Loran Hill did not interrupt immediately. She also wanted to see how strong the top person in the Xiangyu Sect was. After all, it was a competition, and winning or losing was not that important.

Two breaths later, the arc of star track beside Jinhua was suspended, and her body was covered by stars, flickering. Then, pure magic sequence magic power filled the surroundings, and brought up ripples and tails under her sword light.

At this point, Jinhua gently swung the sword, and the fragmented starlight came like a thread. Although subtle, it had extremely strong penetrating power. Luo Lanxier dodged it and saw that it sank directly into the stone slab on the ground, leaving a pinhole hundreds of meters deep into the ground.

Then Jinhua reached back with one hand, the seal between her fingers flickered, and a large net made of silver star threads enveloped Loran Hill.

These are not easy to dodge.

Looking at the vast silver net covering the sky, Loran Hill felt that even if she transformed into a ghost, she wouldn't be able to penetrate it. It seemed that Senior Sister Jinhua had deliberately prepared this for her.

Compared to Sequence 7 Jinhua, Sequence 5 Loran Hill does have a gap in overall magic power, making it difficult to break through head-on. But now the opponent is trying to block her tricky evasion methods, so it seems that the girl has to show her real skills.

Mana vaguely emerged around her, activated by the magic circle under Jinhua's feet, surrounding her body continuously, while dispersing the free undead sequence magic power, making the environment more powerful on Jinhua.

Seeing this, the girl no longer hesitated. She clasped her hands around the hilt of the sword, muttered something, and her pupils turned a gorgeous purple that was clearly visible even in the daytime.

Then, she flashed and rushed forward, suddenly transforming into three figures, each girl holding a silver cold sword.

Zi——

The long sword seemed to be wrapped in purple lightning, and it slashed towards the falling giant net at a rapid speed. A burst of rapid sparks flashed, and then cut it in half. Then three figures flew out of the net, rising directly into the air and converging, and then gathered again into the figure of Loran Hill.

Her pupils seemed to have purple lightning, and faint blue flames appeared at her sides. Then, as the sword was swung down, these faint flames turned into swift, tiny dragons and rushed towards Jinhua below.

Another wisp of misty star gauze rolled up, annihilating many phantom flame dragons. Then Jinhua pointed in the air, and the space around Loran Hill suddenly solidified, as if it was fixed and unable to move.

Then the wooden sword in Jinhua's hand flew out of her hand and turned into a firefly, rushing towards the girl.

To this end, Loran Hill's figure suddenly dissipated, transforming into a series of dark blue butterflies, dodging the firefly-like sword light, and then gathered together again. Then, a huge sickle slowly condensed in the air and was grasped by the girl's two hands.

A long and sharp sickle light slashed down, shattering all the star formations. Among the broken stars, Jinhua also thrust out a sword, pointing directly at the girl.

On the jade stage, the two of them fought back and forth, starlight and purple fire intertwined, fireflies and blue butterflies flashed by, silver hair and black hair fluttered, and the fighting scene became more and more intense.

Until the end, Jinhua was suspended in the air, her eyes were like five-colored flames, and five-colored stars were suspended behind her, illuminating the sky and the clouds like a burning sunset.

At this moment, there was no sword in her hand, but her fingers were like spinning yarn, waving across the sky, and starlight fell, breaking through the atmosphere and flying towards the silver-haired girl.

At this moment, Loran Hill also produced a dark blue orb and held it in her palm. As the orb shone with brilliance, countless ghosts poured out from it, flooding the sky and sweeping down like a tide. She had collected these ghosts in the Sunset Mountains that night, originally intending to prevent these demonic spirits from wreaking havoc on the mountains in the future. However, she had never expected that they would become her trump card.

The dark waves swept down, directly submerging the flowing clouds and colorful stars in the sky, and Loran Hill was also looming in this ghost wave.

Seeing the approaching tide of ghosts, Jinhua was not panicked. Instead, a look of relief appeared on her face. Perhaps she felt that the silver-haired girl had not wasted her strength.

She closed her eyes slightly, and her figure drifted away like golden sand. Then, a three-feathered golden bird emerged from the sky. With a flap of its wings, it traversed time and space, appearing high in the sky beneath the blazing sun. With another flap, it reappeared behind Roland Hill.

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