Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Chapter 241 Inseparable?

"boom--!!!"

A loud bang shook the sky. The two figures were knocked back several steps at the same time, but they stabilized their bodies in an instant and stood firm like mountains.

The surrounding ground was affected by this powerful force, cracking and raising dust, revealing the intensity and cruelty of the battle.

There was a flash of surprise in Yang Jian's eyes. He tightly grasped the three-pointed, double-edged sword. The blade trembled slightly due to the violent collision just now, and made a low humming sound, as if telling of the fierceness of the battle.

He looked at Qingmu, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and his voice was filled with a bit of seriousness and appreciation:

"I really underestimated you. You are quite strong! You should be proud of yourself for being able to take my move just now."

Qingmu was still gasping for breath, and when he heard Yang Jian's words, a hint of sharpness flashed in his eyes.

He raised his head, looked at Yang Jian opposite him, snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice:

"How shameless! The battle between you and me has just begun, and it is still unknown who will win or lose."

After saying that, Qingmu took a deep breath, the Frost Sword in his hand glowed dimly, and he moved and attacked Yang Jian.

The Frost Sword drew a graceful arc in the air, carrying a biting chill, heading straight for Yang Jian's vital points.

Seeing this, Yang Jian swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand and met Qingmu's attack.

"Qiang——!!!"

The sound of metal clashing resounded throughout the battlefield, and the clash of swords and knives sparked countless sparks, like stars, illuminating the world shrouded in battle.

The battle between the two escalated again, and each confrontation became more intense and thrilling.

Relying on his flexible body and exquisite swordsmanship, Qingmu tried again and again to break through Yang Jian's defense.

Yang Jian, relying on his rich combat experience and profound cultivation, was able to dissolve Qingmu's attacks into nothingness time and time again.

At this time, Luo Shu was standing in the distance, his posture upright, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if isolated from this chaotic battlefield.

His gaze penetrated the smoke of the battlefield and was fixed on the fierce battle between Yang Jian and Qingmu. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, revealing a playful smile.

"This battle has a unique flavor."

Luo Shu thought to himself, his thoughts drifting to a more distant place, "If Jade Ding Zhenren knew that the disciple he once admired was now fighting with his own disciple, I'm afraid he would have mixed emotions."

He shook his head slightly, and the smile on his lips deepened a little.

"But who can tell the fate in this world?"

"In his previous life, Yang Jian was indeed a disciple of Jade Ding Zhenren, but in this life, I took him under my wing first."

"The cycle of cause and effect here is truly indescribable."

Luo Shu couldn't help but think of Yang Jian's unyielding figure and the deep relationship between him and Jade Ding Zhenren as master and disciple in his previous life.

However, as fate would have it, in this life, Yang Jian became his disciple.

And Qingmu, who might have been just an unknown boy, stood on the battlefield against Yang Jian by chance.

"Come to think of it, Aoki should thank me."

Luo Shu thought to himself, "If I hadn't taken the lead and accepted Yang Jian."

"How could he have the chance to become Jade Ding Zhenren's disciple?"

Luo Shu was immersed in his own thoughts, the smile on the corners of his mouth became more and more obvious, and finally turned into a low laugh, which seemed particularly abrupt in this slightly tense atmosphere of watching the game.

The laughter was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, gently rippling out, but it also attracted the attention of Yuan Hong, Jin Zha and others nearby, and they all asked questions.

Yuan Hong frowned slightly, withdrew his gaze from the battlefield, and turned to Luo Shu, asking doubtfully:

"Master, why are you so happy? Is there something mysterious in this battle that I haven't noticed?"

Jin Zha couldn't help but look puzzled. He stared at his master Luo Shu and spoke slowly:

"Master, the battle between Second Brother Yang Jian and Qing Mu was indeed evenly matched. Every move was thrilling."

"But what I don't understand is, in this tense moment, why can you still maintain such a happy mood and even laugh out loud?"

Nezha couldn't hold back his curiosity at this moment, and a mischievous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He blinked mischievously and interrupted:

"Master, even if Second Senior Brother is truly more skilled and defeated Qingmu from the Chan Sect, your smile is too obvious. You need to be more low-key!"

Hearing this, Luo Shu's smile widened. He shook his head gently, his eyes full of love and doting.

He spoke slowly, his voice gentle and magnetic:

"You guys, watch the actual battle in front of you carefully. It will help you gain experience in fighting the enemy."

"Don't ask around. Tell me, why are you so curious?"

Having said that, Luo Shu paused slightly and cast his gaze again towards the battlefield in the distance where the fierce fighting was going on.

Seeing that their master stopped talking, Yuan Hong and others turned their attention to the battle between Yang Jian and Qingmu.

At the same time, in the center of the battlefield, dust was flying, and Yang Jian and Qingmu were fighting non-stop.

Yang Jian moved and pounced on Qingmu like a cheetah. The three-pointed, double-edged sword drew a golden arc in the air, pointing directly at Qingmu's vital points.

Seeing this, Qingmu's eyes flashed with sharpness, and then he swung the Frost Sword to meet the attack.

"Qiang——!!!"

A crisp sound of metal collision was heard, and a dazzling light burst out where the sword and the knife intersected, as if even the space was torn apart.

"What a powerful force!"

Aoki was shocked again, but he did not back down. Instead, he became more motivated.

He was agile and moved around the battlefield like a dragon. The Frost Sword was in his hand, and he used it to its full potential.

Every swing was accompanied by a biting chill that caused the surrounding air to condense.

"You are indeed very strong, but I will not give up easily!"

Aoki dodged Yang Jian's attacks while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

He seized the opportunity, jumped up suddenly, and the Frost Sword turned into a blue light and went straight for Yang Jian's throat.

Yang Jian snorted coldly and retreated instantly. At the same time, the three-pointed, double-edged sword drew a perfect arc in the air, easily dissolving Qingmu's attack.

"Aoki, your swordsmanship is excellent, but it is not enough to defeat me." There was some confidence and calmness in his words.

After Aoki landed, he steadied his body and his eyes became more determined.

"Then let's wait and see!"

After saying that, he launched an attack again. This time he was no longer just defending, but taking the initiative to attack.

Qingmu's swordsmanship became even more fierce, and each sword was aimed directly at Yang Jian's vital points, trying to find an opportunity to defeat the enemy.

Yang Jian was not to be outdone. He wielded a three-pointed, double-edged sword and engaged in a fierce battle with Qingmu.

The figures of the two people intertwined on the battlefield. Amid the flashing of swords and sabers, the golden and dark blue lights kept colliding and interweaving, like a gorgeous performance.

As time went by, the battle between the two became more intense.

Their power was released and sublimated in constant collisions, and every confrontation made the surrounding space tremble.

"It's just a small difference, but you have such strength!"

Aoki said, panting after a fierce confrontation.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was even stronger.

"It's still a little behind, but you're not bad either, Aoki."

Yang Jian also panted and replied, "But I must win this battle."

"Then let me see how strong you are!"

Aoki roared and launched another fierce attack.

His swordsmanship reached an unprecedented level at this moment, and each sword contained the power to destroy the world.

Seeing this, Yang Jian put away his previous relaxed attitude and focused all his attention on dealing with Qingmu's attack.

His third eye suddenly opened, and a golden light shot out from his eyes, instantly piercing through Qingmu's sword energy.

At the same time, the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand turned into a golden lightning and went straight to Aoki's chest.