Immortals Step into Heaven

"Brother Xu, is the Tianshui Sect really that strong?" Zheng Yuan's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, his words filled with confusion and astonishment. He knew the Tianshui Sect was strong, but he hadn't expected that he had underestimated their might. This made him feel restless for a long time.

Xu Wen looked at Zheng Yuan quietly, then nodded slowly.

Xu Wen led the others on their patrol journey outside the market. He looked serious, vigilantly observing the surroundings.

Outside the market, the atmosphere was particularly tense. A man and a woman, both dressed in wooden clothing, were terrified. The woman's voice trembled as she asked, "Brother, what should we do? Several of our brothers are dead. Can we escape?" The man's brow furrowed, his eyes filled with anxiety and uneasiness. He glanced around, trying to find a glimmer of hope, but he didn't know how to respond to the woman's question.

Five Tribulation Cultivators at the Perfect Qi Refining stage surrounded the two, creating a depressing atmosphere. The leading cultivator fixed his sinister gaze on the woman like a hungry wolf on its prey, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he slowly said, "Run! Can you run away? Tsk tsk, you're quite pretty." His face was filled with frivolous playfulness, as if the woman were already his prey.

Then, he suddenly turned around and sternly ordered the people around him: "Kill the women alive, and kill the men." His words revealed an unquestionable coldness.

The woman's eyes were wide open, burning with rage, and she gnashed her teeth and said, "You bastards, you dare to kill my disciples of the Dead Wood Sect? The sect will definitely avenge us." Her voice trembled slightly with anger, but there was also an unyielding stubbornness in it.

Upon hearing this, one of the Tribulation Cultivators sneered, his face full of disdain, and said, "Really? If you're all dead, who would know it was us who did it?" His words were filled with arrogance and presumption, as if he didn't take the Dead Wood Sect seriously at all.

The woman was extremely angry when she heard this. Her beautiful face was distorted by anger. She shouted, "I will fight you!" After that, she resolutely raised the flying sword in her hand and killed one of them. The sword flashed with a cold light.

Seeing this, the man's eyes flashed with determination, and he followed without hesitation. The long sword in his hand also exuded a cold aura. He and the woman rushed towards the enemy together. Although they knew the difference in strength was huge, they were not afraid.

The woman's flying sword, like a spirit snake emerging from a cave, traced a beautiful arc through the air, piercing the enemy's vitals. Seeing this, the robber cultivator snorted coldly and calmly raised his weapon to block. The weapons collided with a crisp clash, sparks flying everywhere. The woman's arm went numb from the recoil, but she didn't flinch, swinging her sword again.

Not to be outdone, the man, nimble and agile as a cheetah, weaved between the enemies, his longsword wielding impenetrably, attacking them relentlessly. However, the enemies were, after all, five Tribulation Cultivators at the Perfect Qi Refining stage, formidable in strength. They easily neutralized the two's attacks and began to counterattack.

For a moment, the fierce battle was dazzling, with swords flashing and sabers flashing. The women and men were gradually trapped under the enemy's siege, but they still resisted stubbornly, showing no sign of retreat. They knew they had no way out and could only fight their way out.

Zheng Yuan and his companions happened to be patrolling here and witnessed this intense scene. Their eyes met, and they instantly understood each other. Zheng Yuan could see the look in the other two's eyes at a glance: they were clearly about to fight.

Without hesitation, Xu Wen slapped his storage bag. In a flash of light, a top-grade magical flying sword appeared in his hand. Without the slightest hesitation, he led the charge towards the robber cultivator, his figure as swift as an arrow from a bow.

Tang Shishan quickly unsheathed his axe, a top-grade magical weapon, the blade emitting a chilling light. He turned to look at Zheng Yuan and solemnly said, "Junior Brother Zheng, be careful." With that, he charged towards the robber cultivator without hesitation, his momentum as imposing as a tiger descending from a mountain.

Zheng Yuan hurriedly took out the Water Ripple Sword from his storage bag. However, when he saw that the tip of the sword was broken, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face. He shook his head helplessly, but did not retreat at all, and followed Tang Shishan closely.

Despite wielding a broken sword, Zheng Yuan showed no fear. He flashed like a ghost, charging towards a Zang cultivator, thrusting the broken sword at a treacherous angle. The cultivator snorted coldly, raising his sword to meet the blow. The swords clashed with a sharp sound. Zheng Yuan felt a tingling sensation in his arm, but he quickly drew his sword, swung back, and attacked again.

Xu Wen's flying sword darted through the enemy horde like a dragon, its shadows flickering and a cold light emanating from it. His agile movements, darting left and right, kept his enemies elusive. A Jie cultivator attempted a sneak attack from behind, but Xu Wen, as if possessed of eyes, spun abruptly, piercing the man's chest with his flying sword. The Jie cultivator's eyes widened in fear, and he quickly dodged to the side, but the flying sword still slashed his arm.

Tang Shishan swung his axe, swinging it wide and wide, each blow packing a tremendous force. Wherever the axe struck, there were bursts of piercing air. A Tribulation Cultivator gritted his teeth and raised his sword to block, but was knocked back repeatedly by Tang Shishan's immense force. Seizing the momentum, Tang Shishan pursued him, his axe whirring as he struck him again.

The battle intensified as both sides exchanged blows. The surrounding environment also became more chaotic under the impact of the battle. The ground was cratered, trees were broken and felled, and sand and rocks flew all over the sky.

When the woman and man saw Zheng Yuan and the others join the battle, hope surged in their hearts. They fought even harder, cooperating with Zheng Yuan and the others, gradually turning the tide. However, the five Tribulation Cultivators were far more powerful, and they refused to be outdone. They used all their strength to try to regain control of the situation.

Zheng Yuan's eyes flashed, and he decided to unleash the sword technique from the Blood Sword Art. He took a deep breath, and his magical power surged through his body, as if the broken sword in his hand was infused with new strength.

Zheng Yuan's figure was like a shadow, instantly approaching Jie Xiu. He swung the broken sword in his hand, and the sword light flashed, carrying a sharp killing intent.

The Jie Xiu felt a flash of light before his eyes, and a flash of sword blazed towards him, startling him. He quickly raised his sword to block, but Zheng Yuan's attack was incredibly fast and powerful. The broken sword collided with the opponent's blade with a loud bang, and the Jie Xiu's arm went numb from the shock, and he retreated repeatedly.

Zheng Yuan, unyielding in his advantage, continued to unleash the exquisite sword techniques of the Blood Blade Art. He twisted and twirled like a ferocious cheetah, constantly searching for his enemy's weaknesses. Each strike was swift, as if to slash the enemy to pieces. The surrounding air seemed to be cleaved by the sharp sword energy, emitting bursts of whistling sounds.