Immortals Step into Heaven

He brandished his short sword, creating a series of sharp sword shadows, and rushed towards Liu Pingping like a storm. Wherever the sword shadows reached, deep marks were left on the ground.

Xu Wen's heart tightened as he witnessed Shui Changyun's fierce attack. He knew full well that today's fight would not end peacefully. Without hesitation, he quickly slapped his storage bag. In a flash of light, a top-grade magical flying sword leaped into his hand. The sword's blade was slender, radiating a deep blue light. A blue gem inlaid in the hilt, faint spiritual energy emanated from it. Xu Wen took a deep breath, his spiritual energy surging wildly, infusing the flying sword. Then, he fiercely unleashed the flying sword, charging towards Shui Changyun's massive flying sword. As the two swords clashed, a fierce metallic crash erupted, sparks flew, and the surrounding trees rustled in the aftermath. Xu Wen thought to himself: Today, he must test his mettle against this Tianshui Sect's genius cultivator to see just how powerful he truly is.

Zhang Xueyue also quickly unsheathed her supreme magical flying sword. Her eyebrows raised, her beautiful eyes filled with determination and resolve. With a flick of her hand, she emitted several streaks of cold light from the flying sword, like sharp blades, slicing through the air and heading straight for Shui Yinyin. Wherever the cold light passed, space seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with an icy aura.

Tang Shishan gripped his axe, a supremely powerful magical weapon, with both hands. Its broad blade gleamed with a dazzling light, and its handle was crafted from a strange black wood, inscribed with mysterious runes. With a roar, Tang Shishan unleashed his Eighteen Mountain-Splitting Axes. His form danced like a ferocious beast, each swing carrying the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. The shadows of his axes, like a raging wind, swept towards the middle-aged man, pulverizing the surrounding boulders.

Liu Pingping's expression was slightly tense; this was, after all, a life-or-death battle. She gritted her teeth, slapped her storage bag, and a top-grade magical red whip appeared in her hand. The whip was blazing crimson, like a flaming serpent. With a delicate cry, Liu Pingping's spiritual energy surged forth, infusing the whip. Then, she lashed it fiercely at the frail young man. The whip sliced ​​through the air with a resounding bang, and a fiery glow erupted from the tail. A blazing heat washed over her, instantly scorching the surrounding grass.

Shui Changyun and Xu Wen's flying swords clashed in the air, their shadows intersecting and flashes of light gleaming. Shui Changyun's eyes grew colder, his hand shifting, the light radiating from his great flying sword flaring, splitting into several sword shadows that pierced Xu Wen from different directions. Xu Wen's face was solemn. He tapped his feet lightly, his body flashing swiftly, simultaneously controlling his flying sword to draw defensive arcs in front of him, attempting to resist the fierce attack. However, Shui Changyun's sword shadows were continuous and at tricky angles, and Xu Wen gradually became overwhelmed, his clothes being ripped in several places by the wind of the sword.

Shui Yinyin, facing the cold glare from Zhang Xueyue, remained calm. She formed a seal with her delicate hands once more, and the water wall instantly transformed into several water shields, blocking the cold glare one by one. Then, with a soft shout, the water shields merged into a water dragon, which pounced towards Zhang Xueyue with bared fangs and claws. Wherever the dragon passed, it left a wet trail, and the air was filled with a damp scent. Zhang Xueyue's beautiful eyes focused, and the flying sword in her hand spun rapidly, forming a sword curtain. Spiritual energy surged from the sword curtain, and it collided with the water dragon, emitting a roaring sound. Water splashed everywhere, splashing onto the surrounding trees, corroding the trunks into small pits.

The middle-aged man swung his sledgehammer, colliding with Tang Shishan's axe. Each impact was accompanied by a powerful vibration and a dazzling light. Although Tang Shishan unleashed his Eighteen Mountain-Breaking Axes with astonishing power, the middle-aged man's sledgehammer was so powerful that it was able to withstand his attacks steadily. Moreover, the middle-aged man was experienced. While defending himself, he also periodically found opportunities to sweep with the sledgehammer handle, trying to disrupt Tang Shishan's rhythm. Tang Shishan knew that he could not be led by the nose. He took a deep breath, and his spiritual power suddenly burst out. The light on the axe surged, and its speed instantly increased. Each axe was faster than the last, and each strike never left the middle-aged man's vital points, forcing him to defend himself and gradually retreat.

The frail young man was nimble, dodging Liu Pingping's red whip. His dagger thrusts occasionally collided with the whip, sending up showers of sparks. Liu Pingping, anxious, knew victory was impossible. She changed her strategy, no longer blindly lashing with the red whip, but instead coiling around the frail young man like a serpent. Seeing this, a sly glint flashed in the young man's eyes. He suddenly stopped, plunged his dagger into the ground, and muttered something. Suddenly, several sharp stone spikes sprouted from the ground and shot toward Liu Pingping. Startled, Liu Pingping quickly retracted her red whip, waving it rapidly in front of her, forming a defensive barrier. The stone spikes struck the whip with a crackling sound.

At this moment, under Shui Changyun's fierce attack, Xu Wen suddenly had an idea. He feigned defeat, deliberately revealing a flaw. Shui Changyun, delighted, seeing this as an opportunity, commanded his great flying sword and lunged at it with all his might. At this crucial moment, Xu Wen recalled his flying sword and simultaneously pulled a talisman from his storage bag. With a loud shout, the talisman instantly ignited, transforming into a powerful spiritual shield that deflected Shui Changyun's flying sword. Shocked by this sudden turn of events, Shui Changyun retreated several steps, a hint of surprise on his face.

Elsewhere, Zhang Xueyue seized the moment the water dragon was temporarily blocked by the sword curtain. She quickly formed hand seals and tossed her flying sword into the air. The sword rapidly grew in size, its hilt ablaze with spiritual energy, like a dazzling icy spirit. With a delicate cry of "Ice Spirit Sword Technique," Zhang Xueyue launched the flying sword down like a meteor, slamming towards Shui Yinyin with such force that the surrounding space distorted slightly. Shui Yinyin's expression drastically changed, and she hastily channeled all her magical power into the water dragon. The dragon reared its head, roaring, and charged at the falling sword, attempting to block the fatal blow.

Sword shadows surged toward Xu Wen like a tide, slamming heavily into the barrier formed by the defensive talismans, emitting a continuous series of explosive sounds. Each impact caused the barrier to ripple violently. Xu Wen gritted his teeth and continuously poured spiritual energy into it. Veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat soaked his clothes. Although the defensive talismans temporarily blocked the sword shadows' attacks, Xu Wen knew that this was only a temporary solution. If he didn't find a way to break it quickly, it would be breached sooner or later.

On the other side, after Shui Yinyin recovered, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.