bookcurios Chapter 193 Defeat
Chapter 193 Defeat
"boom!!!"
A loud bang echoed in the air, and the two attacks collided fiercely, bursting into dazzling light.
The light was as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.
Since Luo Shu did not intend to kill with one blow, in this fight, Zhenren Huanglong only staggered and took a step back.
Zhenren Huanglong steadied his body and kept his eyes fixed on Luo Shu.
He thought that after years of practice, his cultivation had reached the late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and it would be easy for him to control the Luoshu.
But at this moment, he was surprised to find that the Luoshu in front of him was as good as himself, or even better.
Zhenren Huanglong stared at Luoshu, only to see him standing there, motionless, as steady as a rock.
Luo Shu's expression remained normal, as if the fierce battle just now was just a trivial matter to him.
His eyes were deep and bright, revealing a firmness and confidence beyond ordinary people.
Zhenren Huanglong was shocked. He had never thought that he would meet such a powerful opponent in Xiqi.
He took a deep breath and adjusted his mood.
Then, he slowly raised his hand, and a sword suddenly appeared in his palm.
The sword exudes a faint golden light, the blade is slender and elegant, and the tip of the sword flashes a sharp light, as if it can easily tear through space.
The golden light on the sword keeps flowing, like a flowing galaxy, dazzling and brilliant.
This sword is the only magical treasure that Huanglong Zhenren can show off - the gilded sword, which was also personally refined by his senior brother Yun Zhongzi.
Although it is only a mid-level acquired spiritual treasure, in the hands of Master Huanglong, it seems to have endless power.
He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, feeling the slight vibration from the sword, and a sense of heroism surged in his heart.
Zhenren Huanglong looked at Luo Shu who was standing opposite him, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth.
"Luo Shu, your strength is indeed decent, but you should know that the level of cultivation is not the only factor that determines victory or defeat."
Huang Long Zhenren spoke slowly, his voice revealing an unquestionable majesty, "In addition to the differences in cultivation, there are also differences in the methods used to practice the exercises."
"I am a disciple of the saint, and I practice the Jade Purity Immortal Technique, which is one of the most authentic immortal techniques in the prehistoric world."
"And you, a nameless person, what kind of immortal method can you practice?"
Hearing this, Luo Shu nodded slightly. There was a firm light in his eyes and a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.
He took a step forward, his sleeves fluttering as if dancing with the wind, and his voice revealed a hint of joking:
"You're right. Cultivation is important, and so is technique. Since your cultivation is average, a better technique will help you to withstand more attacks."
When Master Huanglong heard Luo Shu's words, his face instantly turned gloomy, as if the sky was covered by dark clouds.
He stared at Luo Shu with a flash of anger in his eyes, and shouted in a cold and majestic voice:
"Luo Shu, you are so arrogant and ignorant. Since you want to die, I will grant your wish."
Zhenren Huanglong snorted coldly and said no more.
He took a deep breath and circulated the deep spiritual power in his body. A powerful aura instantly emanated from him, as if to solidify the air around him.
Zhenren Huanglong held the gilded sword in his hand, and the sword body was shining with dazzling light, as if it contained endless power.
"watch out!"
Zhenren Huanglong shouted loudly, and his body moved suddenly, turning into a golden lightning and rushing towards Luoshu.
The gilded sword drew a dazzling trajectory in the air, carrying a sharp sword energy, and pierced straight into Luo Shu's throat.
Seeing this, Luo Shu still maintained that calm and peaceful smile on his face, as if the fierce attack of Master Huanglong was just a breeze to him.
His figure flashed lightly, as if blending into the wind flowing around him, and he cleverly avoided the sharp sword of Master Huanglong at an almost invisible speed.
"Huh, you react pretty quickly."
When Master Huanglong saw that his attack had failed, he frowned slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared in his tone.
However, Luo Shu did not stop his actions. He took advantage of the situation and waved his sleeves. A cold light flashed out from the light and shadow, and instantly condensed into a sharp sword, which fell steadily into his palm.
This sword is none other than the top-grade innate spiritual treasure - the Flying Golden Sword. The sword body is flashing with a cold light, as if it can freeze the surrounding air.
"Master Huanglong, it's my turn next."
Luo Shu smiled faintly, his voice revealing a bit of confidence and determination.
He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and a powerful force instantly burst out from his body, as if to bring the entire world under his control.
Luo Shu's figure was like a flash of lightning, instantly turning into a residual shadow and rushing towards Zhenren Huanglong.
When Zhenren Huanglong saw Luo Shu approaching in an instant as fast as lightning, he was shocked.
And when his eyes fell on the sword in Luo Shu's hand, he was so shocked that he was speechless.
The sword was shining with dazzling light, as if it contained endless power of heaven and earth. It was obvious at first glance that it was no ordinary item.
"This... this is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure!"
Zhenren Huanglong exclaimed, his voice full of disbelief.
He didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary young man in front of him could actually take out such a precious spiritual treasure.
While Master Huanglong was shocked, he couldn't help but feel more curious and confused about the Luoshu.
He understood that Luo Shu was no ordinary person as he possessed such a precious spiritual treasure.
This battle might be the most intense and difficult one in his history of cultivation.
However, Zhenren Huanglong did not retreat because of the top-grade innate spiritual treasure displayed by Luoshu.
He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to take all the air around him into his body to calm the waves in his heart.
Zhenren Huanglong's eyes became firm and sharp, like a falcon staring at its prey, locking onto Luo Shu.
Immediately afterwards, Master Huanglong quickly mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and a powerful force emanated from him, as if to cover the entire battlefield with his momentum.
The gilded sword in his hand also emitted a dazzling light at this moment, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Luo Shu, ready to meet the impending attack.
Seeing this, Luo Shu still maintained a calm smile on his face.
His figure was as fast as lightning, and the top-grade innate spiritual sword in his hand also burst into brilliant light at this moment.
The tip of the sword cut through the air, making a sharp sound, and with unparalleled momentum, it rushed towards Master Huanglong.
"Qiang——!!!"
The two swords collided violently in the air, making a deafening sound of metal collision.
Where the sword tips intersected, a powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy erupted, as if to devour everything around them.
Two powerful forces met, collided, and surged in the air, forming visible sword energy ripples that spread in all directions.
The aftermath of the collision made the surrounding air tremble, as if even time had stopped at this moment.
The two men put their swords together and looked at each other, as if at this moment, the whole world only had the two of them.
Zhenren Huanglong gritted his teeth and used all his strength to resist Luo Shu's attack.
He could feel the powerful force coming from the opponent's sword, as if it was about to shake his sword away.
However, he relied on his profound cultivation and firm will to withstand the attack.
However, Luo Shu was not prepared to play the cat and mouse game. He was ready to end the battle as soon as possible.
So, Luo Shu held the Flying Golden Sword and swung it down. A dazzling sword energy cut through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and rushed towards Zhenren Huanglong again.
When Master Huanglong saw this, his heart tightened.
He could feel that the power of Luo Shu's attack was far greater than before. If he was hit again, he would probably be unable to resist.
However, Master Huanglong did not back down because of this, but instead became more determined.
He once again gathered all his spiritual power and prepared to meet this fatal attack.
"Qiang——!!!"
The two swords collided violently in the air again, making a deafening roar.
The sword energy was overflowing and the light was flashing, as if the entire battlefield was enveloped in a golden light.
However, this collision was different from the previous ones.
Luo Shu's Flying Golden Sword burst out with even more powerful force during the collision, causing Zhenren Huanglong's gilded sword to tremble slightly.
Suddenly, there was a crisp "crack" sound, and the gilded sword of Master Huanglong was actually cut off under the fierce attack of the Feijin Sword!
The moment the sword body broke, a dazzling golden sword energy gushed out from the Feijin Sword.
It was like a flash of lightning that streaked across the sky and hit Master Huanglong directly in the chest.
"puff--!!!"
Zhenren Huanglong only felt a huge force surging into his body in an instant. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backwards in the air and fell heavily to the ground.
He struggled to stand up, but the force was so strong that he felt as if his internal organs were displaced.
Zhenren Huanglong fell to the ground, feeling severe pain in his chest. He struggled to raise his head and looked towards Luoshu.
Luo Shu was seen holding the Flying Golden Sword, his posture upright, still maintaining that indifferent and calm smile, as if the fierce battle and fatal blow just now were nothing but a passing cloud to him.
An indescribable feeling of powerlessness welled up in Master Huanglong's heart. As one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, he was defeated so miserably at the hands of this man.
There was resentment and anger in his eyes, but more of it was confusion and shock.
"You...who are you?"
Regardless of his injuries, Master Huanglong struggled to stand up and asked angrily.
There was a tremor in his voice, a tremor of anger and fear.