Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Chapter 261 Sword Slaying Samantabhadra

At Qinglong Pass, Samantabhadra, with a furious look on his face, attacked Luoshu desperately.

Luo Shu stood there, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if he was a banished immortal isolated from the world.

Facing the violent attack from Samantabhadra, he simply raised his hand lightly, with a faint spiritual light flowing through his fingertips, and easily dispelled those attacks that contained the power to destroy the world.

At the same time, Luo Shu raised a smile and said sarcastically:

"Puxian, you haven't eaten yet! You are so slow and your strength is so weak, how can you do it?"

After saying this, Luo Shu deliberately shook his head with a hint of helplessness.

As soon as these words were spoken, they were like a sharp blade that accurately pierced Samantabhadra's heart, causing his mentality to collapse again in an instant.

"You...you..." Samantabhadra had no words to express his grievances, and the depression in his chest was difficult to vent.

He knew very well that his cultivation was not weak, but today in front of Luo Shu, it seemed as if all the halo had been stripped away and he became so vulnerable.

This feeling of failure made Samantabhadra feel unprecedentedly depressed and angry.

Since he couldn't say anything, he stopped talking.

He wanted to use practical actions to express his inner resentment.

So, Samantabhadra circulated the spiritual power in his body, and continued to attack Luoshu with his hands moving non-stop.

Seeing this, Luo Shu was not going to show mercy and just wanted to seize the time and end the battle.

"Puxian, watch carefully. If you can take my sword, it means you have the ability."

After saying this, the aura around Luo Shu suddenly became sharp, and his originally indifferent smile was replaced by a hint of determination.

"Come on! Let me see what you are capable of!" Samantabhadra roared.

Hearing this, Luo Shu's eyes flashed with disdain and he sneered.

Then, he lightly moved his body to the side, and the Purple Lightning and Green Frost Sword drew a dazzling sword light like a dragon emerging from the sea.

"Here comes the sword!"

Luo Shu let out a low shout, and the Purple Lightning and Green Frost Sword moved in response, transforming into a dazzling sword light that cut through the sky and went straight towards Samantabhadra.

Wherever the sword light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a harsh scream.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar sounded, and the entire Qinglong Pass seemed to tremble at this moment.

A strong energy fluctuation filled the air, causing everyone present to feel unprecedented shock.

Smoke and dust rose up, obscuring the view, but even so, the dazzling light still penetrated the dust, reflecting the intensity and cruelty of the battle.

"puff--!!!"

Then, a heavy gasp accompanied by the splatter of blood broke the brief silence.

It was seen that Puxian Zhenren was injured by Luoshu's sword energy, his face was pale without a trace of blood, and there was a glaring streak of bright red at the corner of his mouth.

His body drew a long arc in the air, like a fallen leaf blown by a strong wind, and finally fell weakly on the hard ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief and pain.

Those eyes that were once full of indifference and unrestrainedness, now could only reflect Luo Shu's cold and resolute figure.

He tried to struggle to get up, but his body felt like it was being pressed down by a thousand-pound stone and he couldn't move.

Blood kept flowing out from the corners of his mouth, staining his clothes red.

Luo Shu slowly walked to the opposite side of Puxian Zhenren, looked down at him, and said slowly:

"Puxian, do you have any last words? I will listen to them, and then forget them."

Puxian Zhenren was lying on the ground, his clothes tattered, his blood dyed the surrounding land red, but his eyes were unusually firm, full of indomitable spirit and hatred.

He stared at Luo Shu fiercely, as if he wanted to use up his last bit of strength to carve this face into the depths of his soul.

Puxian Zhenren shouted angrily, his voice was weak but full of determination:

"Hmph! Don't be so complacent! Although I have been defeated, my will is still alive! Today, even if I have to turn into ashes, I will drag you down with me into the endless hell!"

Before he finished speaking, Samantabhadra struggled to mobilize the last bit of spiritual power remaining in his body. Although the spiritual power was weak, it contained destructive power.

A faint blue light began to emanate from his body, a precursor to his self-explosion. The air was filled with suffocating tension and despair.

Luo Shu frowned when he saw this. He didn't expect that Samantabhadra was so crazy that he wanted to self-destruct.

But how could I do as he wished?

Then, Luo Shu gathered his spiritual power in his palm and injected it into Puxian Zhenren's body, suppressing the power of self-destruction that was about to erupt from Puxian Zhenren.

When Master Puxian saw that the spiritual power in his body was isolated, he felt a surge of anger in his heart.

He glared at Luo Shu, his eyes flashing with reluctance and threat:

"What do you want? Don't forget that I am the disciple of the Jade Purity Saint."

"If you kill me, you will be hunted down by my sect!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Shu not only did not show any fear, but instead chuckled. His laughter showed both disdain for the threat from Samantabhadra and seemed to hide some deeper meaning.

He shook his head slightly, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly:

"Kill me? Haha, Puxian, oh Puxian, you are really stupid. As for what you said about the Chan Sect hunting me down, humph, that is even more nonsense."

Having said that, Luo Shu deliberately paused and looked at Samantabhadra with deep eyes, as if to penetrate his soul.

His voice was deep and powerful, and every word was clearly heard by Samantabhadra:

"Do you know who I am? Since you are about to die, I will let you die knowingly."

"Listen carefully, Puxian, I am a member of your Chan Sect, a third-generation disciple of Jie Sect whom you hate to the core but are helpless against - Luo Shu!"

"Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

When Puxian Zhenren heard the word "Luoshu", his face turned pale as paper in an instant, his eyes full of disbelief and fear.

He never expected that the seemingly harmless opponent in front of him was actually the disciple of Jiejiao who killed Zhenren Huanglong - Luoshu.

This sudden revelation of his identity was like a bolt from the blue, causing him to feel unprecedented shock and despair.

"You...you are Luo Shu?...Luo Shu from Jiejiao..."

Puxian Zhenren's voice was trembling, and he could barely form a sentence. "How is this possible... Why are you here..."

Luo Shu smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing and confidence in his smile, as if everything was under his control.

He slowly approached Samantabhadra, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring directly into the other person's eyes:

"Yes, I am Luo Shu, a disciple of Jiejiao - Luo Shu!"

Then, Luo Shu's words were like a sharp blade, cutting through Puxian Zhenren's psychological defenses:

"He was also the Luoshu who beat your eldest and second brothers to a pulp. He was the Luoshu who killed Huanglong Zhenren, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of your Xianjiao."

Samantabhadra's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

Seeing this, Luo Shu paused, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and continued:

"As for why I am here, of course it's the same as you! You came here to help Ji Chang conquer the Shang Dynasty. As the imperial master of the Shang Dynasty, I naturally came to help the Shang Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, Samantabhadra felt mixed emotions.

He knew very well that he could not escape today, so he said nothing more.

Instead, he slowly closed his eyes, as if accepting the arrangement of fate.

When Luo Shu saw that Samantabhadra stopped talking, he knew what he was thinking.

So, he held the Purple Lightning and Green Frost Sword and stabbed towards Samantabhadra.

"Pfft!"

After a crisp sound, the long sword pierced through the body of Puxian Zhenren, leaving a dazzling bloodstain.

Samantabhadra's eyes gradually dimmed and his body fell weakly.