Junior Sister must ascend this time!

Looking around, Yun Qing saw countless longswords stuck in the muddy swamp, their cold light gleaming and their blades trembling slightly, as if they would rise from the ground and pierce them at any moment.

"Third senior brother, you guys usually have pretty exciting games."

Si Mingche swallowed hard. He had never seen anything like this before. "To be honest, I only found out today that our Chengtian Sect has so many swords."

Suddenly, the ground trembled violently. Pei Shubai shouted, "Run!"

So Pei Shubai and Jiang Mian, who were the fastest on their feet, each grabbed Cen Ning and pulled Yun Qing as they ran for their lives.

Si Mingche ran while wailing and screaming, "Ahhhhhh!!! I don't want to die! Master, save me! Sect Leader, save me! God, save me!..."

These swords are mindless. Normally, they could handle them, but there were too many of them, flying towards the five of them in a dense swarm. If they weren't careful, they would be riddled with holes.

Gradually, the group began to run out of energy, but the swordsmen showed no sign of stopping.

Feeling nauseous from the jolting, Yun Qing realized this couldn't go on. She shook her head vigorously, which was now a mess from the jolting.

"Wait, did Second Senior Sister bring any defensive magical artifacts? Let's throw one out to hold them off for a while."

Cen Ning obediently threw out the Thousand Feather Shield, and a circular protective shield immediately appeared above the five of them.

The five of them caught their breath and bent over, clutching their thighs and gasping for air. They looked utterly disheveled.

Cen Ning, panting, looked at the swords that were frantically poking at the protective shield and asked, "What should we do now? These swords are attacking fiercely; the Thousand Feather Shield can only hold for a quarter of an hour at most."

Si Mingche fanned himself with his sleeve. "Why don't I throw out a few explosive talismans? I'll blow them up one wave after another. I don't believe they'll dare to come up again."

Pei Shubai shook his head. "There are at least tens of thousands of spirit swords here. Even if you overexert your divine sense and become an idiot, you still couldn't draw that many explosive talismans."

Jiang Mian drew his natal magic weapon, String Light, which was a bluish-white flute. But as he turned his wrist, it suddenly transformed into a sword.

Yun Qing was stunned. This was the first time she had ever seen her fourth senior brother's natal magic weapon. It was so cool!

She gave Jiang Mian a thumbs-up, but he didn't notice her; instead, he stared ahead with a death-defying expression.

"I'll rush out and create an opening for you guys. Then you all run quickly and don't worry about me."

"Senior brothers! Senior sisters! Junior sisters! It's a pleasure to meet you all. If I don't make it out of the Trial Valley, please bury me next to Uncle-Master Fushu..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yun Qing slapped him on the head, interrupting him, "Bury your big head, you big dummy!"

"As a direct disciple, dying in the Trial Valley, wouldn't that be shameful?! It's such a small matter, yet they're fighting to the death. The next time I see demons, I won't even bother fighting them, I'll just commit suicide!"

Jiang Mian and the other three lowered their heads, not daring to utter a single word. *Waaah, my junior sister is so fierce!*

Yun Qing looked at the four people standing like quails, cleared her throat twice, and continued, "I told you to stop because I had a plan. We just need to..."

After plotting for a while, the five men stood up straight, hands on their hips, and cackled, "Hehehe, you're finished!"

The swords paused, had these people gone mad?

Then they saw that these madmen had removed the shield, so without thinking, they continued to pounce on them.

The five of them yelled and ran off in different directions. Yun Qing shouted, "See you near the swamp later!"

The spirit swords were divided into five groups. Although there were far fewer of them, the scene of one or two thousand spirit swords chasing after one person was still quite spectacular.

The elders outside the light screen were sweating profusely. What were these children up to?

Lin Xu scratched his head. "Could it be that they want to deplete the spiritual energy of the spirit sword?"

Yuehua shook her head in disapproval. "Each person is followed by at least a thousand spirit swords. Do you think the spirit swords will run out of spiritual energy first, or will our foolish disciples die of exhaustion first?"

Mingyuan stared intently at the light screen, almost jumping up. "What are these kids doing? Why aren't they running away? Why are they provoking the spirit sword?"

The group looked at the light screen...

As Yun Qing ran, she threw mud behind her, shouting, "Come and chase me, you filthy swords!"

"I was so close! Why can't you guys catch up with me? I'm so angry!"

The spirit swords, already annoyed by being covered in mud, flew even faster upon hearing this; they were determined to turn this little brat into a hedgehog!

Si Mingche remembered his junior sister's words about provoking the spirit swords. Halfway there, he suddenly stopped and threw a handful of talismans at them: explosion talismans, talismans that made family members unrecognizable, talismans that made spirit swords dance wildly...

The spirit swords flying at the forefront suddenly lost control and began to fight in a group.

Si Mingche put his hands on his hips. "What? You're not happy with that? Come and chop me up if you want! I'm standing right here, so what are you going to do about it!"

In the blink of an eye, a sword grazed his arm and flew past. Si Mingche turned and ran.

"Ahhh! I was just kidding, you don't need to be so enthusiastic!"

Jiang Mian's method was simpler: he transformed the string light back into the form of a flute, placed it to his lips, and began to play a tune.

That was taught to him by his master to disgust people; it roughly means calling you a coward, a weakling, or someone whose brain is stuck in a door.

Even those swordsmen who didn't understand music felt that his cursing was very vulgar, and immediately sped up their pace considerably.

Pei Shubai and Cen Ning were both honest kids, so they could only keep attacking the spirit sword behind them to attract aggro.

Pei Shubai said calmly, "You! Are! Not! Good!"

Cen Ning also said, "You guys are useless!"

These two sentences were simple, but all the spirit swords understood them and flew forward as fast as they could, afraid that if they flew too slowly, they wouldn't have anywhere to stab the two people.

Under the constant provocation of the five, the spirit swords throughout the entire Sword Formation Swamp relentlessly pursued them.

The group eventually met up near the swamp. Yun Qing had noticed a river not far away when she came in.

Yun Qing shouted, "Jump!"

The five exchanged glances and jumped into the river. The spirit swordsmen, who were furious, followed suit without thinking.

Yun Qing then drew all the fire, allowing the other four to climb ashore.

After the four of them stood on the bank, they all took out their magical artifacts and stood guard by the river, ready to strike back any spirit swords that tried to fly out.

Yun Qing cast a lightning spell in the water. It was her first time using it, and she was quite excited!

Fortunately, not long after, lightning gathered in her palms, and silvery-white arcs crackled. She slammed her hands into the water, and instantly the power of lightning spread rapidly along the water flow, covering the entire surface of the water.

Before the spirit swords that jumped into the water could react, they were electrocuted and trembled violently, losing their fighting ability. In the end, they all lay dead in the river.

Yun Qing climbed out of the water, glanced at the densely packed "sword corpses," and nodded in satisfaction.

"Done!"