Immortals Step into Heaven

Siqin saw that the two of them were cooperating more and more tacitly, and their offensive became more and more fierce, but she remained calm. She took out the low-grade spiritual weapon flying sword from her storage bag.

Siqin pulled a low-grade flying sword from her storage bag. As soon as she unleashed it, a powerful surge of spiritual energy emanated, as if the air around her were shaken by the force. The sword shone with a cold, almost piercing light.

She wielded her spiritual flying sword and swung it fiercely. A stream of sharp sword energy, as if tangible, slashed towards Zheng Yuan and Li Xiuyun. The sword energy moved with incredible speed, reaching them in the blink of an eye. Zheng Yuan's eyes flashed, and he channeled all his spiritual energy into the Beihai Staff, wielding it with all his might towards the sword energy. With a loud bang, the Beihai Staff collided with the sword energy, unleashing a powerful impact that sent Zheng Yuan reeling back several steps.

Li Xiuyun also felt the power of the sword energy and dared not be careless. She displayed exquisite body skills, her figure flashing like a phantom, avoiding the main attack of the sword energy. However, the aftermath of the sword energy still caused her to suffer a slight impact, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

"Xiuyun, are you okay?" Zheng Yuan asked worriedly.

It’s nothing, just a minor injury, be careful, Li Xiuyun said with concern.

"Hmph, this is just the beginning." Siqin snorted coldly and swung her flying sword again. This time, countless sword energies rained down on the two of them. Zheng Yuan steadied himself and exchanged a glance with Li Xiuyun. In tacit understanding, they attacked simultaneously. Zheng Yuan's Beihai staff danced impenetrably, forming a vast protective circle of magical power. Li Xiuyun unleashed her strongest sword move, ablaze with sword light, coordinating with Zheng Yuan's protective circle to block the rain of sword energy.

Li Xiuyun's swordsmanship was incredibly fast. Her figure was as swift as a shadow, and the flying sword in her hand transformed into streaks of light, breaking through the sword energy blockade and heading straight for Siqin. Siqin was startled and hurriedly controlled the flying sword to defend herself, but Li Xiuyun's sword was even faster, slicing a gash on Siqin's arm, and blood oozed out instantly.

"Damn it!" Siqin roared, a fierce glint in her eyes. She ignored the injury to her arm and poured her magical power into the flying sword. The rain of sword energy, which had originally been like raindrops, became denser and more fierce, and each sword energy contained a powerful destructive force, whistling towards Zheng Yuan and Li Xiuyun.

Zheng Yuan felt this even more powerful attack, his face grim. He shouted, and the light on his Beihai staff surged. He pushed his own mana to the limit, striving to maintain the stability of the spiritual protective circle. Li Xiuyun swung her sword even faster, the sword gleaming brightly. Together with Zheng Yuan, they withstood the torrential onslaught.

The two were blasted back. Zheng Yuan took out the Flowing Light Sword, looked at Fellow Daoist Siqin and said, "You can only fight the two of us with the advantage of a low-grade spiritual weapon. Do you think you can still kill us now? You should retreat."

In fact, Zheng Yuan didn't want to fight with Siqin. He knew very well what he had in his hand. If he took out two talismans, which were killing weapons, Siqin would be seriously injured if not killed.

But the problem is that Zheng Yuan has it, but Si Qin doesn't have it? If both of them lose, it will be a waste of time.

It was obvious at first glance that Siqin had a complicated identity in Shura Sect. Her strength was so great that Zheng Yuan felt overwhelmed.

Siqin snorted with disdain when she heard Zheng Yuan's words. "Don't be so arrogant! Even without this low-grade spiritual weapon, it would be easy to deal with you." However, she also knew that the combination of Zheng Yuan and Li Xiuyun was not to be underestimated. Although she had the advantage of the spiritual weapon, she was unable to defeat them in one fell swoop.

Zheng Yuan wielded the Flowing Light Sword, its blade radiating a gentle glow that contrasted sharply with Siqin's fierce attack. He was testing her, hoping she would retreat. Zheng Yuan knew the two talismans in his possession were his last resort; if he used them, the situation would spiral out of control.

Moreover, he was certain that someone of Siqin's status must have many powerful life-saving items on him. If they really fought to the point of mutual destruction, it would be of no benefit to anyone.

Li Xiuyun wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes fixed on Siqin, her sword still tightly gripped, ready to fight again at any time. At this moment, the air was filled with tension, and both sides were weighing the pros and cons, and no one dared to act rashly.

At this stalemate, Siqin was the first to break the silence. A mocking smile curled her lips. "Zheng Yuan, do you think you can escape this? Today, it's either you die or I die." As she spoke, the weapon in her hand trembled slightly, as if a stronger force was gathering.

Zheng Yuan frowned, his heart groaning. He could sense Siqin's determination; it seemed this life-or-death struggle was inevitable. "Siqin, are you really so stubborn? We don't have any deep hatred, so why have we escalated to this point?" Zheng Yuan tried to offer a final persuasion.

Siqin was unmoved. "Stop talking nonsense! From the moment you got involved in this, you should have expected this day to come." Her eyes flashed, and she rushed towards Zheng Yuan like lightning.

Zheng Yuan had no choice but to raise his sword to meet the blow. The two swords clashed, sending sparks flying. Li Xiuyun, seeing this, joined the fray, attacking Siqin from the side. Despite being outnumbered, Siqin remained undeterred, wielding her weapon with impenetrable force, neutralizing their attacks one by one.

In the heat of the battle, Siqin suddenly shouted, and a powerful force surged from her body, knocking Zheng Yuan and Li Xiuyun back several steps. Zheng Yuan steadied himself, his expression becoming increasingly solemn. He knew Siqin was serious, and if this continued, the situation would be extremely unfavorable for them.

Li Xiuyun also felt the immense pressure, but a flicker of determination flashed in her eyes. "Zheng Yuan, we can't retreat." Zheng Yuan nodded slightly, tightening his grip on the Flowing Light Sword once more. Siqin didn't give them a moment to breathe, striking again like a ghost, this time even more fiercely, each blow aimed at their vital points.

Zheng Yuan and Li Xiuyun worked together, desperately resisting. Suddenly, Zheng Yuan noticed a tiny flaw in Siqin's attack. Seizing the opportunity, he channeled his magical power into the Flowing Light Sword, radiating a brilliant light as he thrust it towards the flaw. Siqin was startled, but unable to dodge, she took the blow head-on. Instantly, blood splattered from her shoulder.

Siqin was injured, but there was no fear in her eyes. Instead, she was filled with a stronger fighting spirit. She ignored the blood flowing from her shoulder and used the force of Zheng Yuan's attack to retreat.

You can hurt me, that's your ability, but don't think you can defeat me that way. Siqin sneered. She quickly pulled a medicine bottle from her waist, poured out a pill, and swallowed it. The bleeding from her wound instantly stopped, and her breathing gradually stabilized. An even more powerful wave of magic power emanated from her, carrying a hint of the pressure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Zheng Yuan thought to himself, "This pill can restore her strength in a short time, or even improve it." "Be careful, she's going to fight to the death," Zheng Yuan shouted to Li Xiuyun.