Immortals Step into Heaven

This attack gathered most of Zhang Xueyue's magic power, and it was unstoppable, breaking through the fog directly.

Li Jingchen was horrified and tried to dodge, but it was too late. He hurriedly strengthened his shield, but under the dual attack of the Ice Soul Flying Sword and the Ice Spike, the flame shield began to crack and crumble.

With a bang, the sound exploded like thunder in everyone's ears. Li Jingchen's shield was ultimately overwhelmed and shattered. Countless ice spikes pounced on Li Jingchen like a herd of ferocious beasts, instantly piercing his body.

Li Jingchen felt a sharp pain, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, spilling onto the ground. His body could no longer support him, and he fell heavily to one knee, his eyes filled with resignation and exhaustion. His lips trembled as he said, "I lost."

Referee No. 2, who had been closely watching the match, immediately announced Zhang Xueyue's victory. The sound echoed throughout the arena, signaling the end of the fight.

Zhang Xueyue's expression was calm. She withdrew her magical power and slowly returned to Zheng Yuan and the others. Zheng Yuan looked at Zhang Xueyue, recalling her fierce attack just now, and was secretly shocked. He knew that Zhang Xueyue had not yet given her her full strength. Even if he faced her, he would probably lose more than win. The power of the Ice Soul Sword and her precise control of magical power made Zheng Yuan realize that Zhang Xueyue was an extremely formidable opponent.

The referee on the third ring shouted: No. 258 Zhang Nanxiang vs. No. 113 Tang Shishan

Tang Shishan saw that his opponent was only at the eleventh level of Qi Refining. He secretly thought that he was lucky.

Zhang Nanxiang frowned, secretly cursing his bad luck: How could he have run into Tang Shishan, who had reached the Perfect Qi Refining Stage? But now that things had come to this, he could only bite the bullet and fight. "Brother Tang, please show mercy." With that, he pulled out a high-grade magical flying sword, emitting a faint aura. He poured his mana into it, and the sword hummed, instantly transforming into a stream of light, piercing straight at Tang Shishan.

Tang Shishan unhurriedly launched a punch. The wind from his fist, swirling with powerful spiritual energy, transformed into a massive fist shadow, charging towards the glittering flying sword. The two collided with a deafening roar, and the spiritual energy rippled outward, making the air around the arena buzz.

Zhang Nanxiang's face changed. He hadn't expected Tang Shishan to so easily neutralize his attack. He didn't dare slack off and quickly controlled his flying sword to fly back, ready to launch a new round of attacks. He swung the flying sword with both hands, and it shone brightly, splitting into two, then four, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into eight sword shadows that enveloped Tang Shishan.

Tang Shishan sneered, stomping his feet hard on the ground. Like a cannonball, he charged towards the eight sword beams. A magical shield emerged around him. The flying swords pierced the shield, sending up showers of sparks, but they couldn't penetrate it at all. In the blink of an eye, Tang Shishan had plunged into the swarm of swords. He clenched his fists, sending them flying in a flurry. Each punch carried the force to split mountains and shatter rock. As they collided with the flying swords, a resounding clang of metal clashing.

Tang Shishan seized his opportunity and leaped forward. His form was like a shadow, his strength concentrated in his fist. With a whistling sound, the punch landed precisely on Zhang Nanxiang. Zhang Nanxiang felt a surge of force sweeping over him like a surging wave, sending his body flying like a fragile leaf. He was then uncontrollably blasted off the stage, landing heavily on the ground below, raising a cloud of dust.

Referee number three raised his arm high, and his resounding voice echoed throughout the arena. This match, number 113, Tang Shishan, won! From the audience, cheers and sighs erupted. Some applauded Tang Shishan's formidable strength, while others lamented Zhang Nanxiang's defeat.

Referee No. 10 shouted that No. 77 Xu Wen would face No. Wang Wancheng.

On the No. 4 ring, Wang Wancheng was secretly shocked when he looked at Xu Wen. He had heard about how powerful Xu Wen was. Although he and Xu Wen were both at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining, they had different strengths.

Wang Wancheng took out a flying sword from his storage bag and rushed towards Xu Wen first. He planned to strike first.

Xu Wen's expression remained unchanged upon seeing this, a faint smile even tugging at the corner of his mouth. Facing Wang Wancheng's charging figure and the icy light of his supremely fine magical flying sword, he unhurriedly drew out his sword, raised his hand, and with a gentle wave, launched it out like a rainbow piercing the sun. The flying sword, seemingly ordinary in appearance, imbued itself with Xu Wen's profound magical power. It collided with Wang Wancheng's flying sword with a resounding sound, unexpectedly knocking it off course.

Wang Wancheng's face darkened, having never expected his preemptive strike to be so easily neutralized. He gritted his teeth, quickly forming seals with his hands, and muttered something. The deflected flying sword shone brightly, and wind blades appeared around it. As the flying sword attacked Xu Wen again, the wind blades swept towards him like raindrops, and for a moment, the wind whistled on the ring.

Xu Wen's brow furrowed slightly, his steps shifting, his figure darting like a ghost, effortlessly dodging most of the wind blades. Simultaneously, he swiftly swiped his hands in front of him, creating a spiritual shield that blocked the remaining wind blades. Ripples appeared on the shield, but it showed no sign of cracking. Simultaneously, he controlled his flying sword and charged towards Wang Wancheng.

The flying sword controlled by Xu Wen streaked towards Wang Wancheng like a streak of silver lightning. Wisps of spiritual energy swirled around the blade, making it seem like it had a soul. The flying sword was incredibly fast, reaching Wang Wancheng in the blink of an eye, carrying a fierce aura that seemed to tear everything in its path apart.

Wang Wancheng felt a powerful pressure coming at him, startled. He hurriedly recalled his flying sword and held it across his body, attempting to block the blow. The two swords collided, creating a sharp metallic clatter and sending sparks flying. Xu Wen's sword was so powerful that Wang Wancheng felt his arms go numb and involuntarily took a few steps back, his expression growing increasingly grim. He knew this battle would be even harder than he'd anticipated.

After Wang Wancheng steadied himself, he dared not be careless any longer. He took a deep breath, a flicker of determination in his eyes, and quickly formed seals with his hands. His flying sword shone brightly, and a layer of strange runes appeared on the original blade. These runes shimmered, and as the light flowed, the flying sword began to tremble slightly, as if a powerful force was awakening.

Xu Wen frowned slightly at this, sensing the power of Wang Wancheng's move. He remained calm, however, and instead increased the spiritual energy he channeled into his flying sword. The sword shone even brighter, its chime sharper, as if responding to his opponent's challenge.