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Chapter 1763 War and Death Are Not to Be Desecrated

The discussion of the Dao in the Wanfa Tianshu lasted for more than two hundred years and then ended.

Many Daoists scattered in all directions, and some continued to stay here, but the overall number of people was greatly reduced. One by one, the stars went out and drifted in all directions.

"Dao Lingzi, goodbye."

"It's nice to meet you this time."

Jiang Ding glanced at the Fuso Saint Lady Shi Daoling, who had been stuck next to him at some point, nodded slightly to her, and then slowly disappeared.

Through this soft persimmon, he learned another piece of information, that is, every thousand years, the Daozi would appear in groups once.

Daozi spends the rest of his time practicing, fighting, or refining treasures, managing world communities and the universe.

After all, you are very busy and will not stay in the Wanfa Tianshu all the time.

"See you……"

The Fuso Saint Lady Teacher Tao Ling is gentle and weak.

She breathed a sigh of relief that this clingy guy was finally leaving.

"Goodbye, brother."

"I hope to see my brother again in the next millennium."

Saint Hehuan said reluctantly.

"Will do."

Jiang Ding smiled.

The Hehuan Holy Land is a huge force that owns several great worlds. Their disciples will be very strong and worth looking forward to, so he will seriously make friends with this saint.

Jiang Ding's figure is about to disappear completely.

Keng!
At this moment, a sword energy burst out from the distance and landed several inches away from his figure.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding's figure became solid again and he looked into the distance.

This is a swordsman with a long sword on his waist.

He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword and bowed slightly in a very serious manner. His whole body was filled with a horrifying heat and majestic flames, as if he had seen the origin of fire in heaven and earth.

"He is the Sword Master of the Wild Fire Immortal Sect, the Wild Fire Sword Master."

"This is a sword from a very ancient immortal sect."

The Holy Lady of Fusang said softly: “Tushan, between heaven and earth, the immortal sects that have achieved supremacy through branches of ancient avenues such as fire, gold, wood, water, and earth are all very powerful.

The human race has walked on these roads for countless years and accumulated countless heritage. To be able to become a creature at the limit of branch rules in such an ancient road, one can imagine how powerful it is. "

“Although there are rumors that such a path cannot lead to immortality unless one can surpass the oldest ancestor of the human race.”

"However, even so, the strength of these immortal sects walking on the ancient avenue must be one of the top immortal sects in the world. It is even more likely that there will be true immortals on the ancient avenue..."

She told the detailed information one by one.

The Holy Lady Hehuan also told Jiang Ding a lot of information, even in more detail, and gave many battle examples of the Wild Fire Swordsman, including battle scenes.

The Holy Maiden Hehuan looked at the young man in green with admiration, her eyes sparkling.

"I reject."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

"reject?"

"Why?"

Huanghuo Jianzi was stunned.

"You are a sword cultivator, there is no doubt about that. Your path contains high temperature, destruction, and scorching heat, which is more compatible with my path. Our fight will definitely yield something."

"Besides, you won't die here."

"Why refuse?"

He didn't understand the decision of the swordsman in front of him.

Fighting is extremely important to sword cultivators; it is the foundation of the path. Refusing to fight is as absurd as a living being refusing to breathe and eat.

"Because,"

"Won't die."

"Oh?"

Huanghuo Jianzi narrowed his eyes: "Please teach me."

"The problem is not dying."

"This is wrong."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "War and fighting are the destiny of sword cultivators. They are sacred and noble. They are not games, but wars in which lives are staked to explore the immortal path together."

“This is not a game.”

"This shouldn't be a game!" "Experience too many games like this, and it will make the sword cultivator lose his love for war, lack the fear of the passing of life, and his desire for life become dim."

"This is not the original intention of the human race's ancestors when they created the sword cultivation path."

This is the view of Da Ri Jian Zi.

There is great terror between life and death. Any living being will have some supernatural powers between life and death, and will bloom sparks of wisdom that would never appear under normal circumstances.

The ancient sages of the human race took this as their foundation, greatly strengthened and focused on this point, and formed the path of sword cultivation.

If one loses the fear of death, the path of sword cultivation will become dim.

"War and fighting are not games..."

Huanghuo Jianzi chewed on this unique point of view.

There was no sudden shock in my heart, no sudden enlightenment, I was just thinking about this point.

Any sword practitioner who has grown to this level has his own firm belief in the way of the sword. It is a joke for outsiders to shake them with words.

"So, how is your swordsmanship improving?"

Huanghuo Jianzi asked: "Does every improvement in swordsmanship mean killing a strong enemy? Let's not talk about whether you can win every time. How can there be so many strong enemies who just happen to be suitable in the world?"

"Sword cultivators must have a way to accumulate sword skills during peacetime."

"The sacred sword fight is just a moment of sparks after countless accumulations, not the whole of the sword."

"How can you grow if you refuse to fight?"

He is curious.

"In non-war times,"

"Be friends with Faxiu."

Jiang Ding gave an answer and then ignored the other party.

His figure completely disappeared without a trace.

A battle without bloodshed and without death is simply a joke!

Such a fight is a disgrace to kendo!
If they were close friends, it would be fine. I knew that the other party would not kill me. It was just a simple practice of swordsmanship. It was originally a scientific research discussion. It was not a battle from the beginning.

The same goes for enemies. It's absolutely not allowed.

The sanctity of war
No blasphemy allowed!

……

After Da Ri Jian Zi left, the place became a little quieter.

"Be friends with Faxiu?"

The Fuso Saint Lady Shi Daoling was slightly dazed.

Is this the reason why this strange sword has been sticking to me?

"He seems to be a good swordsman..."

Shi Daoling couldn't help but say.

"Pfft!"

"Sister, you..."

Saint He Huan laughed out loud, then stopped laughing. After a moment of thought, she said, "Brother is indeed a good swordsman. Apart from the fact that he has many magical practitioners, he has no flaws."

"The life of the Taoist monk Faxiu?!"

Shi Daoling was shocked and took a few steps back, his face turning slightly pale.

"good,"

"I really feel pity for you,"

"Not to mention the many heroes in the realm."

Holy Lady Hehuan was full of praise: "Isn't there any response to the Fusang Sacred Tree Sutra in your Fusang Holy Land?"

"That's great. He didn't intend to kill you. The way of you chastity bitches seems to be feasible. It's better than our way of lovemaking. It seems we can learn from it..."

She fell into deep thought.

You know, the murderous intent she had sensed before almost suffocated her, and her soul was stretched to the limit. The treatment she received from this woman was completely different from the way she was treated.

Can the Holy Land of Hehuan follow the path of a pure saint?

"Bitch..."

Fuso Saint Lady Shi Daoling snorted coldly and immediately fled.

Before finding her own Taoist partner, the Holy Maiden of the Fusang Holy Land will never attack cultivators of the same level or above. Escape is always her first choice.

When she finds her own Taoist partner, she will become very powerful and will achieve her own Taoist partner.

(End of this chapter)