Immortals Step into Heaven

Liu Pingping's eyebrows arched, her eyes wide, her hand tightly gripping the red whip. With a delicate cry, she swung it vigorously, and the red whip, like a nimble fire snake, swiftly cut through the air in graceful arcs. Wherever the whip tip touched, the flaming birds that flew towards her with such momentum were instantly shattered, sparks and feathers flying everywhere.

Tang Shishan and Zhang Xueyue exchanged a glance, nodding in agreement before striking out simultaneously. Tang Shishan's body trembled, his magical power surging. He raised his axe high and unleashed the astonishingly powerful Eighteen Mountain-Breaking Axes.

Wherever the axe passed, space twisted slightly like a fragile veil, slashing down at the Tianshui Sect members with a relentless aura. Zhang Xueyue raised her delicate hand, muttering something, and instantly activated the Ice Soul Sword Technique. Instantly, hundreds of strands of ice, emitting a bone-chilling chill, materialized from thin air and, like waves of sharp arrows, whizzed towards the Tianshui Sect members.

Although the power of these ices may not be extremely strong, their large number and tricky angles have successfully interfered with the smooth casting of spells by the masters of Tianshui Sect, making their chanting of spells intermittent and greatly reducing the power and continuity of the spells.

Shui Changyun, seeing the timely arrival of reinforcements, felt a surge of confidence, and without hesitation, he removed his protective shield. He quickly switched spells with his hands, shouted loudly, and summoned the gleaming flying sword again.

As soon as the flying sword appeared, under his exquisite control, it darted through the air like a streak of silver lightning. Shui Changyun's goal was clear: to break through Xu Wen's layers of sword shadow defense and directly attack his body. Xu Wen keenly sensed Shui Changyun's intention and dared not slack off, immediately concentrating on strengthening the sword shadow defense.

At the same time, he manipulated his lightsaber, launching a fierce counterattack like a nimble dragon. For a moment, the flying sword and the lightsaber clashed back and forth, the sparks of their collisions blooming like brilliant fireworks in the air, the two locked in a fierce and intractable battle.

The battle between the two sides intensified, descending into a chaotic and brutal melee. The roar of the clashing magic powers was like a dull thunderclap exploding between heaven and earth, and the sharp whistling sound of magic was like the screams of a demon, terrifying.

The area within a radius of several hundred feet was shaking violently due to the powerful energy impact. Scratches appeared on the ground, and the surrounding trees were uprooted. Gravel and dust were flying all over the sky, covering the sky.

However, Xu Wen, Liu Pingping, and the other four secretly groaned inwardly. The previous battle with the Tianshui Sect had already consumed a large amount of their magic power, and now they had to face the relentless siege of six people, and they gradually felt their magic power was exhausted.

Their bodies grew heavier, their spells slower, and the weapons in their hands felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds. If they continued like this, the four of them might truly be doomed. In this critical moment, they knew they had to do everything they could to find a perfect opportunity to break out, or else death would be the only thing waiting for them.

Xu Wen's mind raced, seizing the opportunity to take a mana-restoring pill. While desperately fending off his opponent's attacks, he whispered to his companions, "I'll unleash the Phantom Sword to create chaos. Seize the opportunity to break out to the east, where the spiritual energy fluctuations are relatively weaker." Liu Pingping and the others nodded in understanding.

Xu Wen took a deep breath, his remaining mana rapidly circulating. He shook the sword in his hand violently, and it instantly split into nearly a hundred small sword beams. He controlled the flying swords and launched them towards Shui Changyun and the others, rushing in all directions, the real and fake ones indistinguishable. This sudden change startled the Tianshui Sect members and slowed their offensive.

Liu Pingping seized the opportunity, swiftly swinging her red whip in front of her, forming a brief defensive barrier, and then she took the lead, sprinting eastward. Tang Shishan followed closely behind, swinging his axe with great force, forcibly splitting several pursuing spells. Zhang Xueyue continuously released ice spikes, blocking attacks from the side and protecting everyone's progress.

Seeing this, Shui Changyun shouted, "Want to run? Not so easy!" He controlled his flying sword, transformed into a stream of light, and chased Liu Pingping. Xu Wen's phantom noticed Shui Changyun's movements, and several clones immediately turned back, unleashing fierce sword moves to block Shui Changyun's path.

The two sides were caught in a new round of strife amidst the pursuit and the attempt to break out. But Xu Wen and the others knew they had to escape their predicament quickly, otherwise, once their magic power was completely exhausted, they would be at the mercy of the enemy. Gritting their teeth, they fought tooth and nail on this battlefield of swords, swords, and magic, desperately rushing towards that glimmer of hope.

In this tense, perilous moment, Zheng Yuan watched from afar as Xu Wen, Zhang Xueyue, Tang Shishan, and Liu Pingping, among others, fled in his direction like frightened birds. Their faces were filled with fear and panic, their steps stumbling but not pausing for a moment. Zheng Yuan's expression instantly darkened, a ripple of nervousness creeping across his normally calm features.

He knew the situation was critical, so he didn't rush out. Instead, he quickly reached into his storage bag, which flickered faintly, as if sensing its owner's urgency. Zheng Yuan pulled out the Beihai Staff. As soon as it appeared, it exuded a chilling chill, a faint glow flowing through its shaft, as if gathering strength for the coming battle.

As Xu Wen and his three companions swept past his hiding place like a gust of wind, Zheng Yuan seized the opportunity and burst out like a flash of black lightning. His figure arced through the air, and at the same time, he shouted loudly and unleashed the Sixteen North Sea Sticks.

The Beihai Staff in his hand instantly transformed into six shadowy figures, each seemingly tangible. With a whirring sound, they swiftly smashed down upon the Tianshui Sect elders chasing Xu Wen and his companions, like a dragon emerging from the sea. These six shadows, swift as shooting stars, left a trail of blurred light and shadow in the air, and wherever they passed, the air seemed to rip apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Everyone was so engrossed in the pursuit and escape that they were startled by the sudden appearance of someone nearby. The Tianshui Sect elder was so startled that beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. The sweat slid down his wrinkled cheeks and dripped into the dust at his feet.

His heart was filled with fear and confusion, and he had no time to think about where this person came from and why he was coming towards him without any warning.

At this critical moment, he instinctively threw the flying sword in front of him. The sword instantly lit up with a dazzling light, and the runes on the sword body flickered continuously, as if resisting the impending attack. Suddenly, there was a loud "bang", like thunder exploding in his ears.