Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

"In the end, we couldn't persuade him to change his mind..."

The next instant, the girl behind the raging fire let out a soft cry, took off her white robe, and, carrying a long sword with a burning phoenix pattern, rushed out of the flames and smoke without any protection.

With a flash of the blade, sparks burst forth, unleashing an even more intense wave of flames.

The other dozens of cultivators finally snapped out of their daze as danger loomed, exchanging a brief exchange amidst the fluctuations of spiritual light. Regardless of their factions or organizations, they joined forces to fight against the rampant flames and erosion.

A white snake emerged from the sleeve of the blue-clad female cultivator on the side, raised its head, and opened its huge mouth to spew out a large amount of water.

The other seven sect alliance cultivators, along with a few white-robed cultivators with some water elemental affinity, also formed a water wall to block them. Numerous illusory sounds rose from the side, and the white snake, after spitting out water, charged fiercely again.

"That's interesting."

Xi Heng used his sword heart to break through the illusory sound attack, turned around to dodge the spiritual light arrows shot from behind, then broke through a patch of vines that seemed to have grown out of nowhere, immediately took a step and leaped up, severing the entire head of the white snake with a single sword strike.

Blood sprayed down like rain, and the girl, bathed in the blood rain, stepped into the air once more amidst the gasps of the onlookers, wielding her flaming longsword and charging towards each of her stronger opponents.

The drumbeats from all sides of the altar grew increasingly intense, booming like thunder.

With each beat of the drum, wherever the crimson meteor passed, the spiritual talismans on the bodies of several cultivators would shatter under the sword fire, disqualifying them from the competition and forcing them to leave the arena.

Within a mere dozen seconds of the battle commencing, only a dozen or so of the original sixty-four cultivators remained alive.

Xi Heng landed from the air, gracefully spinning on his toes.

Just as he raised his longsword and pointed it at the powerful enemy not far away, and was about to take another step to charge, the ground beneath his toes became unusually sticky.

The girl glanced down—the solid ground where she had been standing had somehow turned into a muddy swamp.

The foot sinks into it when it steps down, making it difficult to provide upward momentum.

At the same time, another array plate flew in from the side, emitting spiritual light that shone on him.

A strange gravity enveloped my entire body, as if the gravitational pull had increased several times out of thin air.

"The Heavy Force Formation of the new method from Wanbaoge?" She looked up and muttered to herself, "Wanbaoge cultivators won't participate in this battle... So there really are cultivators outside who can learn the new Dao formations?"

Looking around, one could see that the person manipulating the heavy energy array was a woman dressed in purple with a thin veil on her face. She manipulated the array with her left hand and played illusory sounds in the air with the fingertips of her right hand.

"Being able to impose some restrictions on me after reaching the Qi Refining Perfection stage is not bad." Xi Heng nodded.

The young woman in purple before us is probably the genius in everyone's eyes...

She also recalled that she had recorded this person in the information about the competition opponents given to her by Yin Wanluan.

He is a rising star in the Purple Illusion Palace of the Seven Gates Alliance. He possesses the Water Sound Spirit Root and can cast spells by rhythm rather than finger techniques. He can create layers of calamity by simply making a sound.

The other party half-closed his eyes, ignoring Xi Heng's words, and suddenly flicked his right hand forward, sending out a purple spirit light arrow.

Although the white-haired girl was in a gravity swamp, she was able to forcefully take a step to the side, her right hand flashing with sword strokes as she slashed horizontally forward.

First, it cleaved the light arrow in two from its middle section, then unleashed a wave of fire that swept across the ground and advanced forward.

The other party frowned slightly, then immediately pressed down with his five fingers, unleashing a powerful sonic wave that spread indiscriminately, affecting both friend and foe.

The sound waves also affected the friendly cultivators, interrupting some of their spellcasting and directly shattering the incoming wave of fire.

However, the hidden sword energy within it could not be dispelled.

In a split second before anyone could react, the sword energy shattered the purple-glowing shield on the opponent's body, creating countless cracks and nearly destroying it.

Xi Heng also broke through the array's suppression at the same time, his figure flashing as he followed the sword energy, and in the next instant, he completely shattered the shield with his real sword.

The gleaming sword tip approached the opponent's tight, fair neck.

The woman in purple trembled and remained motionless.

They exchanged glances with Xi Heng, their expressions strange and incomprehensible.

Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke.

Xi Heng simply moved the sword blade downwards slightly, placing it on the talisman on the opponent's chest, and casually made a swipe.

The talisman shattered, and the opponent was disqualified from the competition.

Meanwhile, this match, which can hardly be described as a chaotic battle, is also coming to an end.

The wave of fire she unleashed not only struck the purple-clad figure but also the surrounding cultivators.

Accompanied by the powerful sonic waves emanating from the opponent, the fire waves and the accompanying sword energy broke through the shield and shattered the talisman.

Once the flames subsided, the chaotic battle ended in just two minutes, but the spectators outside remained silent, as if they hadn't yet reacted.

thump—

The bell rang again, announcing the end of the battle.

Xi Heng sheathed his sword, and the woman in purple, whose sword was pointed at, immediately asked, "How were you able to break through the heavy formation in an instant?"

"I've recently studied this formation and know where the key point is," the girl replied casually.

"I see, you also understand formations..." The other party let out a soft breath and stepped back to leave.

Xi Heng tilted his head as he watched the other person's back, then left the scene and returned to Yin Wanluan's side under the gazes of many.

When outsiders saw her accompanying the Holy Maiden Yin Wanluan, many of their gazes were relieved.

"You're so disobedient...." The blonde girl tried to pat Xiheng's right shoulder, but he dodged it.

"So this is more efficient."

Taking things slowly and following the rules is simply not in line with her style.

"Then do as you wish." Yin Wanluan knew there was no need to persuade her any further.

Given her impressive performance, even if she voluntarily withdraws from the next two matches, she will inevitably join the subsequent schedule.

Now, many cultivators from all directions have high expectations for her.

Time passed slowly, and then several more battles involving divination formations broke out.

With the momentum Xi Heng made at the beginning, even if no one dared to replicate it, the divination battle was no longer as orderly and boring as before, and had many more ups and downs.

She participated in two more chaotic battles involving divination formations, and without exception, she was targeted by concentrated fire at the start of both battles.

After taking first place in the second match, at the start of the third match, the cultivators who were closer to her stopped using shield techniques and instead launched as fast attacks as possible at her.

Several body cultivators charged forward, while the talisman cultivators scattered a large number of talismans, releasing a sky full of spiritual light that pressed down on her like rain.

During this time, although Xi Heng was able to break through all spells with his own strength, the talisman on his chest was touched by some spell during the spell bombardment, creating a noticeable crack.

As the fight progressed, the crack was broken open again due to the combined attack of several Qi Refining Perfection cultivators.

As a result, Xi Heng failed to achieve first place three times, ultimately only managing to secure first place twice and tenth place once.

However, this only ranked third among the hundreds or nearly a thousand Qi Refining cultivators participating in the martial arts competition.

The two with the better results achieved first place in all three matches. One was the dragon transformation cultivator that Yin Wanluan had mentioned, and the other was a well-known and exceptionally talented young cultivator.

"These are probably the only two people competing with me for the championship treasure, right?" Xi Heng looked into the distance and spotted the two people in the stands after the battle.

As she was lost in thought, the altar bells rang again.

thump—

The pure fire in the center of the White Stone Altar swayed for a moment, and the noise from all sides immediately dissipated, leaving only the old monk in the central position who was presiding over the ceremony still able to speak.

The opposing team announced their previous results, which were then used to determine the order and schedule of the next round of 64 matches.

Then he drew the aura and made it appear in the air as an image.

Before anyone could read it all, he said:

"The first match was between Zhao Xiheng, the follower of the Holy Maiden of the Pure Fire Sect, and Liu Xuanfen, the 'Tengshe' of the Enchantress Sect."

"When did I become a follower of the Holy Maiden..." Xi Heng rubbed his temples.

Yin Wanluan was smiling slightly to the side, clearly the one who had announced her name.

Ten meters to the side, a slender figure dressed in gold-threaded snakeskin decorations was clearly stunned, her tone strange:

"Oh, I'll do it?"

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Volume 1: Chapter 197, A Scale or a Claw

Dark clouds covered the sun, making the Altar of Purification Fire no longer as bright and conspicuous as before.

Amidst the gazes of many, the white-haired girl stepped onto the field painted with the Bagua formation, her foot landing at the central Taiji Yang position.

He stepped into the circle and slowly drew his long sword from his waist.

The surrounding drumbeats vibrated slightly, accompanied by the sharp whistling of longswords, giving the altar beneath the dark clouds a strange and tranquil appearance.

Most of the monks were drawn to the arena.

Before the battle, Jinghuo and you organized every bet in the battle.

Furthermore, due to the powerful momentum Xi Heng had generated during her previous battles, many people inexplicably placed bets on her.

When Xi Heng saw it, he always felt that this so-called sect alliance competition was a way for the Pure Fire Sect and the Seven Sect Alliance to fleece people.

Perhaps many cultivators of lower status will have to hand over the hundreds or thousands of spirit stones they have earned by completing tasks every ten years or so today.

However, it has nothing to do with her.

All Xi Heng needs to do now is defeat his opponent.

Previously, she was unable to achieve perfect results in the chaotic battle because she was attacked by many cultivators at the beginning, who used all kinds of strange or fierce spells, which inexplicably broke through her defenses and damaged her talisman.

Now, her opponent is merely a Qi Refining Perfection cultivator.

From one against sixty-three to one against one, Xi Heng believed he could win in just a few moves.

—Although her cultivation level was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

As for the opponent, they faced increased pressure upon entering the game.

Even though they could sense Xi Heng's actual level of cultivation, the martial arts skills she had previously displayed were truly unforgettable.

"Why is it me..." The female cultivator named Liu Xuanfen, who was the opponent in this battle, was obviously distressed.

The thin gold thread hanging on her cheeks failed to conceal her face, and her originally exquisite and alluring eye makeup now only revealed her sorrow.

She knew that to deal with powerful martial arts practitioners, she needed to keep her distance and use spells that were difficult to dodge in order to have any effect.

However, she herself is more adept at close-quarters combat.

Asking her to fight such a powerful martial artist would obviously only result in defeat.

However, being a cultivator, Liu Xuanfen was able to adjust her state and prepare to fight the formidable opponent before her with all her might.

Meanwhile, Xi Heng gazed at the other's refined and elegant face, thinking to himself: cultivators, nourished by spiritual energy, are indeed more pleasing to the eye than ordinary people.

A bell tolls in the distance, signaling the impending battle.

She was still thinking about trivial matters:

'Spiritual energy has quite a few benefits for beauty and skincare... What would happen if my senior and junior sisters could also cultivate together?'

The bell rang three times, and the eight large drums around it vibrated.

As the battle began, Xi Heng casually picked up his sword.

Before they could even get close, they saw that their opponent had taken the initiative and approached them with light, elusive footwork.

"Oh?" The girl narrowed her eyes.

Instead of creating distance and using spells to block her advance like other cultivators, they're trying to get closer...

Afterwards, she walked slowly toward him.

The opponent's eyes flashed with snake-like pupils, and his supple body spun as he stepped on the ground. As he drew near, he twisted his wrist and drew a golden-patterned whip sword from the spiritual light, striking fiercely.

The sword, as soft as a whip, came at her with force. The girl tried to deflect it casually, but the whip-like sword quickly wrapped around her phoenix-patterned longsword, sticking to it as if it were soaked in extremely sticky glue.

The two swords intertwined with spiritual light. Xi Heng pinched his left hand into a sword-finger gesture to urge the flying sword to pull away, but it was still tightly gripped.

She was far inferior to her opponent in terms of cultivation level and could not easily break free with her flying sword.

But it doesn't matter—

Xi Heng spun the sword with all his might, further entangling the whip-sword and causing the enemy to lose their footing.

He activated his inner energy, pushed his palm against the sword hilt, and the phoenix-patterned longsword shot out like a bullet, piercing into the ground of the altar.

The opponent's weapon was thus lost in an instant.