Immortals Step into Heaven

Liu Pingping smiled even more brightly, her eyes curved into crescents. It seems that God is blessing me. Junior Brother Zheng, you have to work hard. If we meet you later, I will not show mercy.

Zheng Yuan responded with a smile, "Of course. Sister, just wait and see. I won't give up easily."

In the bustling square, the long-awaited sect competition was in full swing. After everyone had chosen their numbers, Dan Daozi's powerful voice once again boomed like a resounding bell in everyone's ears. Now that everyone had chosen their numbers, the sect competition officially began!

With this command, the atmosphere instantly ignited, with cheers and shouts mingling. Ten figures appeared like ghosts, landing steadily on the ten arenas. These ten Foundation Establishment cultivators, each with a towering figure and an imposing presence, were the judges for this sect competition. They wore uniform attire, shimmering with auras, highlighting their extraordinary status.

Each referee had a serious expression, and glanced around sharply, as if to nip any possible violations in the bud and ensure that this sect competition could be conducted fairly and impartially.

Each referee also took out a battle number, which was completely random.

Referee No. 1 was a burly figure with a voice like thunder. He suddenly shouted, "Number 156 vs. Number !" The sound echoed around the ring, attracting the attention of the surrounding audience.

The person holding number 1 was a thin young man wearing a slightly worn green shirt, but the determination in his eyes could not be concealed. He had already reached the twelfth level of Qi Refining.

His opponent was a female disciple from the Alchemy Valley. She was beautiful, dressed in pink, and had a graceful figure. However, her cultivation level was slightly lower, at the eleventh level of Qi Refining. At this moment, she had a solemn expression, tightly gripping her top-grade flying sword, not daring to be careless. After all, she was facing an opponent with a higher level of cultivation than herself.

The thin young man took out a flying sword of the highest grade magic weapon and controlled it to kill the female disciple. When the female disciple saw the flying sword of the highest grade magic weapon coming at her, her face changed drastically and she quickly chose to admit defeat.

For female disciples, top-grade magic weapons are nothing compared to top-grade magic weapons, and their cultivation is lower than his, so they cannot defeat him at all.

The referee of the second ring shouted at the top of his voice, "No. 289, Li Jingchen, the outer disciple of the Alchemy Valley, is fighting against No. 88, Zhang Xueyue, the disciple of the Danqing Valley." The sound spread throughout the entire ring area.

Zheng Yuan and the others were standing in the crowd, chatting and laughing while speculating about the battle situation in each ring, but they didn't expect that it would be Zhang Xueyue's turn to go on the ring so soon.

Come on, Senior Sister Zhang! Liu Pingping blinked her big eyes and called out playfully, her clear voice full of encouragement for Zhang Xueyue.

"You girl, don't you still believe in my strength?" Zhang Xueyue chuckled, her eyes full of confidence. Her smile was as bright as the warm sun, as if she had already won.

With that, Zhang Xueyue lightly moved towards the ring. Her figure was graceful, her clothes flowing, like a fairy descending to earth. Arriving at the ring, she looked up at her opponent and discovered that he was only at the twelfth level of Qi Refining.

Li Jingchen, standing opposite, had a look of arrogance on his face. He swung the long sword in his hand and grinned, "Senior Sister Zhang, my swordsmanship has reached perfection. Why don't you just admit defeat? That way you won't lose so badly." His expression was filled with arrogance, as if he didn't take Zhang Xueyue seriously at all.

Zhang Xueyue's face turned cold upon hearing this, a flicker of disdain in her eyes: "You talk too much nonsense." With that, she waved her delicate hand, and a top-grade flying magic sword appeared in her hand, its blade gleaming with cold light. Immediately afterwards, she began to unleash the Ice Soul Sword Technique. The temperature around them plummeted, and frost condensed in the air. This Ice Soul Sword Technique had nine levels, each with a powerful sword move. The first move alone was incredibly powerful.

Li Jingchen instantly felt as if the air around him had frozen, waves of cold piercing him like sharp ice needles, sending a shiver down his spine. Unwilling to show weakness, he roared, channeling his magical power into his long sword. The blade instantly glowed brightly, a shimmer of flame emanating from the blade, counteracting the icy chill. He stomped his feet against the ground and charged towards Zhang Xueyue like an arrow from a bow. The sharp blade whistled, even dispersing some of the frost in its path.

Zhang Xueyue remained calm as she saw Li Jingchen charging at her with a knife. With a swipe of her ultimate magical flying sword, several streams of icy blue sword energy flew towards him like spirit snakes. Wherever the sword energy passed, a thick layer of ice quickly formed on the ground.

Seeing this, Li Jingchen's sword technique shifted, transforming into a dense stream of blade light, attempting to block the sword energy. The swords clashed, emitting a series of clanging sounds, sending shards of ice and sparks flying everywhere. However, the power of the Ice Soul Sword Technique was far from being easily resisted. The sword energy broke through the blade light, slicing a gash in Li Jingchen's shoulder. Blood oozed out, instantly freezing.

"Hmph!" Li Jingchen frowned. He hadn't expected Zhang Xueyue to be so formidable, and his contempt vanished. He took a deep breath, unleashed his unique skills, and his aura soared. As he swung his sword again, the blade's light transformed into a ferocious flaming beast, lunging at Zhang Xueyue with bared fangs and claws. This strike threatened to rip the arena apart.

Zhang Xueyue's eyes focused, the flying sword in her hand spun rapidly, she muttered something, and the power of the Ice Soul Sword Technique increased again, forming a huge ice wall in front of her. The flaming beast crashed into the ice wall, and the collision of ice and fire erupted, erupting a strong shock wave.

Zhang Xueyue was also struck hard, taking several steps back. But her gaze grew ever more resolute. The flying sword in her hand shone brightly, and she wielded the Ice Soul Sword Technique to its fullest potential. The ice wall not only didn't break, but instead began to spread outward. Countless icy spikes erupted from the wall, piercing Li Jingchen like a forest of spears.

After Li Jingchen's full-strength attack was blocked, his blood boiled, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to steady himself. Facing the oncoming icy spikes, he plunged his long sword into the ground and quickly formed hand seals, forming a flaming shield in front of him. The icy spikes collided with the shield with a crackling sound, and a white mist filled the entire arena.

In the white mist, ice spikes continuously struck the flame shield, each impact making Li Jingchen's face paler. He could feel his spiritual power rapidly depleting, and beads of sweat gradually covered his forehead.

Zhang Xueyue saw the perfect moment and, with a delicate cry, the flying sword flew out of her hand, flying straight towards Li Jingchen. As the sword flew, it was surrounded by an even more powerful icy spirit force, freezing the mist into icy flowers wherever it passed.