Immortals Step into Heaven

At that moment, Qin An took a deep breath, summoning the magical power within him. The three flying swords shone brightly, almost merging. Zhang Jingzhou, observing this, looked solemn. He stomped his halberd to the ground, and a surge of magical power surged from the ground, shielding his body. With a roar from Qin An, the three flying swords merged into one, transforming into a massive lightsaber, slashing towards Zhang Jingzhou. Zhang Jingzhou gritted his teeth, raised his halberd high, and braced himself for the ultimate blow.

The lightsaber slashed down with the force of thunder, and the instant it collided with the halberd, a burst of light as dazzling as the sun erupted, so bright that everyone in the audience closed their eyes. The powerful impact spread wildly from the two of them, and the restrictions on the arena creaked.

Qin An's face paled slightly from the immense drain of his mana, but his gaze remained unwavering as he stared intently at Zhang Jingzhou. Zhang Jingzhou felt his arms go numb, his knuckles cracked, and blood flowed down his halberd. Yet, he showed no sign of retreat. He planted his legs firmly in a horse stance, pouring all his mana into his halberd, attempting to defend himself against the oncoming mighty lightsaber.

At this stalemate, Qin An suddenly activated his magic power, and the lightsaber's light shone brighter, pressing down even harder. Zhang Jingzhou shouted loudly, and a powerful burst of magic power erupted from his body, echoing the magic power of the halberd, struggling to hold on.

Zhang Jingzhou was defeated. His legs gradually sank into the ring floor, and the halberd began to crack. The crowd below exclaimed in amazement, all shocked by the thrilling scene.

Qin An's eyes flashed with determination, and he continued to increase his mana output. The power of the lightsaber was like a surging flood, unstoppable. Zhang Jingzhou felt like a small boat in a raging storm, ready to be swallowed up at any moment. With a crack, the halberd finally gave in and broke. The lightsaber swept down, and Zhang Jingzhou tried his best to dodge to the side, but the lightsaber still slashed his shoulder, sending blood splattering.

Zhang Jingzhou knelt on one knee in pain and hurriedly shouted, "I admit defeat."

The referee shouted, Qin An won.

Referee No. 7 shouted Zhang Dong vs. Chen Nianzhi.

After the two took the stage, the referee announced the start of the match. Zhang Dong slapped his storage bag, and a top-grade magical flying sword appeared in his hand, charging towards Chen Nianzhi. The flying sword, like a flash of silver lightning, sliced ​​through the air, piercing Chen Nianzhi with a sharp whistling sound. Chen Nianzhi remained calm, a sneer curling his lips. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and a diamond shield suddenly appeared in front of him. Runes flickered on the light curtain, emitting powerful fluctuations of magical power. Zhang Dong's flying sword pierced the light curtain, splashing a dazzling spark. Although the light curtain fluctuated, it did not break. Zhang Dong frowned, and the magic formula in his hand changed. The flying sword circled in the air, and once again rushed towards Chen Nianzhi with even greater momentum.

The flying sword rushed towards Chen Nianzhi again, a few steps faster than before. Waves of magical aura emanated from the blade, as if it was about to completely tear through the obstacles before it. Chen Nianzhi's expression remained calm. The magic seals in his hands kept changing. The light of the diamond shield became more and more dazzling, and the speed of the runes flowed faster.

When the flying sword struck the light curtain again, there was a resounding "boom," and the powerful impact spread outward. The spectators at the edge of the arena could feel the incoming gust of magical energy. However, the light curtain only swayed slightly, still stubbornly resisting the flying sword's attack. Zhang Dong was secretly surprised, having not expected Chen Nianzhi's defense to be so strong, but the fighting spirit in his eyes grew stronger, and he decided to use a more powerful move.

He took a deep breath, raised his hands high, and chanted an ancient sword technique. The magic power in his body surged towards the flying sword like a surging river. Infused with this magic power, the flying sword instantly grew several times larger. Mysterious patterns appeared on the blade, emitting a heart-pounding power. Then, with unstoppable force, he attacked Chen Nianzhi for the third time.

This time, wherever the flying sword passed, the air seemed to vibrate slightly. Chen Nianzhi's face changed slightly. He could feel the terror of this attack, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He did not dare to slack off. His hands quickly formed more complex hand seals. The diamond shield shone brightly, and the runes began to spin wildly, preparing to meet this fierce attack.

Just as the flying sword was about to collide with the diamond shield, Chen Nianzhi suddenly shouted loudly, and a powerful aura burst out from his body, actually stopping the flying sword. However, the power of the flying sword was too strong, and it only paused for a moment before continuing to rush forward.

With a loud "bang!", cracks appeared on the Diamond Shield's light screen, spreading like a spider web. A trace of blood trickled from the corner of Chen Nianzhi's mouth, but his eyes remained resolute. He gritted his teeth, pulled a mana-restoring pill from his storage ring, and swallowed it directly. As the pill entered his stomach, his damaged mana instantly recovered, and it surged within him like a boiling water.

Meanwhile, Zhang Dong's face paled from the massive drain on his mana, but he kept his gaze fixed on Chen Nianzhi, ready to launch another attack. At that moment, Chen Nianzhi thrust his hands forward, and the runes on the diamond shield suddenly detached from the light curtain, transforming into golden threads that entangled the flying sword, temporarily trapping it. Seizing the opportunity, Chen Nianzhi rapidly shifted his hand seals, preparing a powerful counterattack.

Zhang Dong was shocked when he saw this and hurriedly recalled his flying sword. However, the golden ropes were extremely difficult to tangle with, which greatly affected his speed in recalling the flying sword. Just when he was extremely anxious.

Veins bulged on Zhang Dong's forehead as he summoned his magical powers, attempting to break free from the Golden Rope Technique. The flying sword trembled slightly under his full force, its light blazing brightly as it struggled against the golden rope, producing a sizzling sound.

Zhang Dong knew he couldn't just sit there and wait for death. He acted decisively, pulling a lightning talisman from his bosom. A shimmering light flickered, and a faint thunderous sound emanated. He sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the talisman, and it instantly ignited, transforming into a lightning arc that rushed towards the golden rope. The two collided, unleashing a blinding burst of light and a deafening roar. The powerful impact shook the entire arena violently.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Zhang Dong finally managed to recall his flying sword, but his blood and essence had been damaged, and his face had turned as pale as paper. He didn't dare to pause for a moment, forcing his weakened body to drive the flying sword towards Chen Nianzhi again.

Chen Nianzhi's eyes flashed with solemnity upon seeing this. He quickly formed seals with his hands, summoning several water curtains in front of him. The water curtains overlapped layer by layer, like a crystal clear blue shield.

When the flying sword made contact with the water curtain shield, the powerful impact caused violent ripples to appear on the water curtain, and each layer of the water curtain trembled, as if it would shatter in the next second. Zhang Dong bit his lip tightly to prevent himself from collapsing from weakness. He controlled the flying sword to circle and strike in front of the water curtain, trying to find a weak point.

Chen Nianzhi's forehead was also covered with sweat. He knew that this water curtain shield could not last long. While maintaining the shield, he was thinking about how to deal with it.