When everyone returned to the arena, they were greeted with unprecedentedly intense cheers.
"Ahhh—it's out! It's out!"
"Tian Ning! Tian Ning! Quickly point out where she is! I want to see Tian Ning!" Some cultivators in the audience jumped up.
"There she is!" A sharp-eyed cultivator pointed directly at the girl behind Duanmu Qiao, who was being obscured because she was shorter than the male cultivators, and said urgently, "Duanmu Qiao, move aside! You're blocking our view of Tian Ning!"
Duanmuqiao: "..."
He dislikes audiences who lack a sense of boundaries.
Tianning, mingling among the red-clad figures, was suffering terribly from the depletion of her spiritual energy. Her body swayed precariously, barely managing to stay upright only with the support of her iron sword. But excessive blood loss and the exhaustion of her spiritual energy caused Tianning's consciousness to gradually fade. Finally, hearing the cheers of the crowd, the tension within her completely dissipated. It was over! They were back!
Realizing this, Tianning's world turned upside down, and he completely lost consciousness.
"Junior Sister!"
Long Aotian, who was closest, immediately tried to catch her, but he was a step too slow. The iron sword transformed once again into a stunningly beautiful young man in crimson. As everyone knows, sword spirits are intangible beings. Yet, the young man held Tian Ning tightly in his arms. He looked at her with heartache in his eyes, which could no longer hold anyone else.
"Um..." Seeing that the sword spirit's spirit body was fading little by little, and that he had only appeared by force of his own will, Leng Hong stepped forward and said, "You don't need to worry, we will take good care of Junior Sister Tianning!"
The countless sword cultivators present looked at the Heavenly Fate Sword Spirit with reverence.
If an ordinary sword spirit didn't have the support of its master's spiritual power, it would be impossible for it to achieve this level!
Duanmuqiao leaned over to Qin Ling and muttered in a low voice, "He said he only has eyes for his wife, but look at him, he's practically glued to the Heavenly Fate Sword Spirit."
Qin Ling wholeheartedly agreed: "That's just how despicable those sword cultivators are."
Pretending to be dead!
Leng Hong: "..."
"I understand," Jianjian said calmly.
He turned to the side, reluctantly intending to hand the girl in his arms over to her fellow disciple, but his brows furrowed deeply upon seeing Long Aotian.
The sword spirit sidestepped again, this time facing Fu Hongming, whose brows furrowed even more deeply.
Long Aotian: "???"
Fu Hongming: "..."
Fortunately, Jiang Xi couldn't see it, otherwise he would have felt just as confused.
Only when he faced Shi Qinxin did he feel at ease and carefully hand the person in his arms over to her.
The sword spirit's eyes were full of doting affection as he spoke in a deep voice, "Ningning has just fallen into a deep sleep and will be fine. But it is crucial not to give her any more pills, otherwise excessive consumption of pills will lead to instability in her cultivation..."
He gave endless instructions, on everything big and small, down to the smallest detail, which made the other sword cultivators extremely envious.
This 'wife' is too good!
As expected of the Sword of Destiny, it is far superior to that lowly Demon Sword!
Demon Sword: "..."
Heh—you damn green tea bitch!
After the sword spirit dissipated and returned to Tianning's consciousness, Sect Leader Fu Xianzong said, "Take Tianning back to rest first. She has really had a hard time this time."
This third round of team competition was completely unexpected.
However, it also made the sect leaders and elders see the child's ability to unite people. No one had ever been able to do this before, bringing together the usually arrogant disciples of the six sects to fight the enemy together.
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