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Chapter 1972: Soft Persimmon, Da Ri Jianzi's Friendship is for You

The starry sky is boiling with killing!

The Suzaku Army Formation summoned the real divine bird Suzaku!

No, the power of the magic Vermillion Bird formed by many Taoist disciples and Taoist soldiers of the human race has completely surpassed the bloodline of this immortal race. It can be said that even if a real eight-step Vermillion Bird came here, it would also be in a miserable state and even die in a short time.

The wings of this Vermillion Bird mythical beast tear through the void, and its sharp claws break through all the rules, capturing the spirit of cause and effect. Nothing can escape its destruction and nothing can escape its burning.

The sky was filled with the immortal Vermillion Bird fire, which burned thousands of times. If one was touched by even a little bit of it, one would be destroyed and there would be no escape. It was extremely terrifying.

Under such a terrible attack, the Tai Shang Da Ri Jian Zi, whose body and sword were one, flew his sword in all directions. He was always able to find a chance to survive in a life-or-death situation and cut a way out with one sword. It was incredible.

It was obvious that if there was even the slightest mistake, he would surely die.

But he never made any mistakes!

He was always able to carve a way out of a hopeless situation, and this happened time and again, making it clear that it was no coincidence.

"This kind of swordsmanship..."

All the Taoists in the Suzaku star region were shocked.

This sword cultivator must be a terrifying being who grew up in countless bloody battles.

The so-called ten chances of survival were just their idea. To a swordsman who grew up from the blood and corpses of countless powerful enemies, this dangerous battlefield might be another world, where he always watched, calculated, and waited coldly.

……

In the dream far away from the boiling battlefield, there was peace.

A weak bag of air like a fluttering moth was rushing left and right in the dream, but it could not escape from the dream. It kept circling here, unable to really get close to the battlefield and interfere with anything.

"Tushan,"

"Are we good friends?"

The Fuso Saint ran for a long time and asked in despair.

In the Liudao dream, a young man in blue clothes walked out.

His body was transparent and hazy, and one could imagine that this must be a clone, and an extremely weak clone at that. The original body that was fighting was unwilling to invest any more strength to come here.

"Yes."

The young man in blue said calmly.

Is this soft persimmon and weakling a friend?

Of course yes.

She had helped him a lot in the past and was very sincere. She was not like Saint Hehuan, who was dangerous and full of lust for living things and would fall into the abyss if she was not careful.

"So,"

"Can you escape?"

"I know you can escape. You are so cunning and crafty that even in such a dangerous battlefield, you can escape without putting your life in danger."

The Fuso Saint pleaded.

The Suzaku Holy Land, Suzaku Daozi, or another name, Suzaku Saintess, are her old friends who have known each other for generations, and she does not want either of them to be in danger.

"No."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

"why?"

"Aren't you dangerous?"

With tears in her eyes, the Holy Maiden Fusang pleaded, "Since it's dangerous here, you can go find another Eight-Step Daoist. Isn't it the same for the Holy Maiden Beidou and the Holy Maiden Hehuan of this era?"

"They really are also Eight Steps Extreme Daoists!"

It can be seen that she attaches great importance to the distinction between close and distant relatives, does not think that other Daozi are innocent, and is even very willing to provide help to her good friends.

"I,"

"All of them."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

"you!"

The Fuso Saint had a dull expression.

This person is simply unyielding!

"But you're going to die."

"You are in great danger! Your real body is about to die, please persuade him quickly!" pleaded the Fuso Saint.

"He's dead, he's dead."

"What does it have to do with me?"

Jiang Ding said calmly: "It is his honor to die at the hands of a powerful enemy, and it is even more gratifying to die at the hands of a stronger fellow tribesman."

"You're just a soft persimmon. You don't need to say more."

"You can't convince me."

"You seem unable to convince fellow Daoist Zhuque, too?"

Jiang Ding showed admiration: "She has a strong desire to kill me. She is indeed a good opponent, although her foundation is a little weak."

"But power built on the corpses of many innocent geniuses is still power, and should be given a certain amount of respect."

"Power is so beautiful and pure."

"you!"

"You're all so annoying!"

The Fuso Saint was so angry that she cried.

"No need to say more."

"You said that all the previous Suzaku Daozi are your good friends? Then Suzaku Daozi is also my good friend."

Jiang Ding chuckled and said, "Good friends of our sword cultivators often engage in sacred sword fights in order to further explore the way of the sword. The current situation is nothing unusual."

"Whoever survives will have the more correct swordsmanship."

"An argument between two good friends will have a clear outcome."

"Don't worry, you're just a soft persimmon."

"I'll die if I die. If I win, I will clean up the Suzaku Holy Land one by one, kill all the sinners, cleanse the Suzaku Holy Land, destroy all those so-called Daoguo techniques, re-worship the tablets of the Suzaku ancestors of all generations, and rebuild a Suzaku Holy Land."

"The new Suzaku Holy Land must be clean and beautiful."

"This new Suzaku Holy Land must be closer to the Suzaku Holy Land established by Suzaku Patriarch, with glory and courage, instead of such a decadent appearance. This is the testimony of our friendship."

Dainichi Jianzi made a solemn promise to the Holy Maiden of Fuso.

The swordsman thought that this was a very good thing and he would gain gratitude from his friends.

"you……"

The Holy Maiden Fuso felt powerless and afraid.

Sure enough, from the beginning to the end, she could never change the heart of an Eight-Step Extreme Swordsman, not at all.

Boom!

The void of the universe suddenly collapsed!

The Immortal Vermillion Bird swooped down fiercely, the red sky fire burned up the universe, and the Avenue was about to be ignited.

The young man in blue was forced into a corner, facing head-on the destructive claws that stretched out from the void of the universe. He slashed with his sword, and then broke it again. He could only watch as the sharp claws of the Vermillion Bird reached into his head and exploded it.

"do not want!"

The Fuso Saint exclaimed.

In an instant, she grabbed the transparent, hazy and fragile clone in front of her and fled to the distant starry sky with him.

As long as he hides in the Fusang Holy Land of this era, even if the Suzaku Saint comes to hunt him down, he can still protect this weak clone and leave a glimmer of possibility for recovery.

The Fuso Saint fled very quickly, like a flash of smoke, her speed even approaching that of the Eight-Step Taoist. She had outstanding talent in this aspect.

She thought she would be blocked by the Suzaku Saint, so she was prepared for it.

But, no.

Boom!

There was another earth-shattering roar.

An extremely sharp and terrifying blade of grass cut out from the broken void and pierced into the wings of the ferocious Vermilion Bird. It pierced into the flaw and instantly caused the Vermilion Bird's body to stiffen and let out a shrill scream that shook the earth.

Suzaku is injured!

On the other side, in an unknown void, a young man in green clothes reappeared.

(End of this chapter)