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Chapter 2039 Please, Fellow Daoist, Speak Your Last Words
In this world of immortals, amidst the tribulations of friendship, a black and white dot stands out so conspicuously.

In an instant, as if startled, it vanished swiftly.

It transforms billions of times in an instant, from left to right, from top to bottom, into all sorts of shapes. Sometimes it appears in the bodies of friends, sometimes it becomes a bird, sometimes a speck of dust... The various changes are dazzling, changing every moment, without a fixed position.

It is so mysterious and difficult to grasp that luck is completely useless on such a battlefield.

But why are these black and white dots so clear?

No matter where it is or what form it takes, it is always so conspicuous.
It is changing faster and faster, and there is a clear sense of panic and fear. It is trying to change, but to no avail. It cannot get rid of the black and white spots that are so deeply ingrained.

There is a force that always locks on precisely.

The speed at which the black and white dots changed accelerated again, even exceeding the limit, and a clear sense of panic could no longer be concealed.

Keng!
Da Ri Jianzi slowly drew his sword, the sound of which was melodious and pleasant.

"Fellow Daoist,"

"I have heard that there is no perfect swordsmanship or perfect formation in the world, because if one is good at everything with the same amount of magic power and divine sense, then one is just mediocre and ordinary, as fragile as an egg."

"Great Sun Sword Prince said slowly."

"But if we play to our strengths and avoid our weaknesses, we can concentrate the same amount of magic power on one point and break through the whole area with that point."

"The sharpness of a knife or sword lies in its thinness and fragility. Without fragility, there is no sharpness; it is merely a fist-sized lump of iron, unusable for felling trees or killing enemies."

"The sharpness and power of a sword lie in its fragility."

"Without the fragility of a sword, there would be no sharpness."

"Do you agree with this reasoning, fellow Daoist?"

The sword in Da Ri Jian Zi's hand was drawn inch by inch, and his voice grew colder and colder, as cold as the sword itself: "All the myriad paths of heaven and earth will eventually return to one."

"The principles of this sword are the principles of us sword cultivators."

"It is precisely because of our vulnerability as sword cultivators that we are so powerful!"

"Therefore, we must hide our vulnerabilities well, play to our strengths and avoid our weaknesses, and not confront things head-on like body cultivators do."

"Has Fellow Daoist done enough in this regard?"

Jiang Ding finally revealed a sinister smile, and his sword was completely drawn.

Keng!
Like pearls of all sizes falling onto a jade plate, the sound is crisp and melodious.

A flying sword appeared between heaven and earth, radiating ultimate brilliance. The sword was like ears of grain, like blades of grass, with a graceful arc. It was so beautiful, yet so terrifying. All sorts of glorious scenes of the ancient immortal race, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass clan, appeared.

In this scene, many Nine-Leaf Sword Grass cultivators clearly showed resentment and wanted to resist, but were forcibly suppressed and had no power to fight back.

This human swordsman seized the inheritance of the ancient immortal Nine-Leaf Sword Grass clan!

Now, he unleashed a sword strike.

This sword strike was beautiful and graceful, seemingly effortless, like roadside weeds, yet it exuded an incomparably fierce aura. It severed rules, severed cause and effect, severed the Great Dao, and even severed the very essence of the souls of living beings. It possessed an extremely terrifying characteristic in terms of penetrability, representing the Great Dao of an invincible emperor from ancient times.

Keng!
The weed was slashed out with a single sword stroke and vanished.

call out!
shhhhh!

It is clearly visible that the moment the sword slashed through the weeds, the black and white dots between the friends moved wildly and changed in all directions.

It burst forth with several times the speed, constantly changing and maneuvering. Its swordsmanship also adapted and evolved accordingly. The infinite variations of the myriad methods were applied to the extreme here, resulting in repeated breakthroughs. It truly lived up to its reputation as a descendant of ancient emperors.

If we just persevere for a little longer...
With the figures of many friends completely blocking out the young man in blue, victory is assured!
pity……

After a sword rang out, the black and white dot froze and remained still.

"puff!"

In the darkness, a figure coughed up blood and staggered backward. Jiang Ding looked around.

The bodies of the countless friends who had surrounded them instantly stiffened, losing all their mystical abilities. The sword spirit warning disappeared, and the surrounding world collapsed one after another.

The friendship was shattered, vanishing in an instant.

"The Supreme Sword Path of Forgetfulness will face three tribulations."

"Let me guess, the next one should be a love tribulation."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

As he spoke, the surrounding world became hazy, and finally An Siyan, Jin Lingfeng, the Holy Maiden of Fusang, the Holy Maiden of Hehuan, and others appeared.

These women carried an extremely dangerous aura, forming an even more terrifying sword formation as they attacked him. If he were to kill them, it would surely leave his sword soul incomplete.

It is clear that romantic tribulations are more terrifying and have more variables than friendship tribulations.

Moreover, after absorbing the shattering of the Friendship Tribulation, the Love Tribulation underwent a targeted adaptive evolution, forming a stronger swordsmanship that is terrifying and unpredictable.

"It's useless."

“My fellow Daoist…”

Jiang Ding said coldly.

Boom!

The Great Sun Immortal Sword Soul opened its eyes again, its black and white pupils blooming. Then, the Taiqing Flying Sword transformed into a blade of grass, and the invisible Soul-Slaying and Soul-Destroying Sword flashed away.

This world, ravaged by love's calamity, froze instantly.

This world has shattered once again!
In the hazy distance, there is another, even stronger realm. This is the tribulation of kinship. The most difficult emotion to sever in the Supreme Forgetfulness Sword Dao is the bond between mother and child. Blood is thicker than water. Ten months of pregnancy. Who can sever such an emotion?
Even the most heinous villains in history, who slaughtered the world, were children in front of their mothers.

Keng!
But this most terrible calamity, before it could fully unfold, had already completely solidified.

An invisible, soul-slaying sword light, as intangible as weeds, spread across the heavens and earth, tearing apart this calamity like a curtain being ripped apart by swordsmanship, breaking through this world even before the sword was drawn.

This world is crumbling, inch by inch.

The radiant light that filled the sky was fading away, like the blood of an unparalleled genius in the endless starry sky.

In the collapsing light, the figure of a handsome young man with weakened energy was revealed. His face was pale, and there were three deep sword wounds on his chest, revealing the bone. The terrifying sword energy and intent of the Annihilation Sword had penetrated deep into his lungs and internal organs, causing frenzied destruction and constantly pulling him closer to death.

"Fellow Daoist,"

"do you know?"

"You... are going to die."

Jiang Ding walked step by step toward Wei Zicheng, his killing intent boundless, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, do you have any last words?"

"You're welcome at all."

"As sword cultivators of the same origin without any hatred, the victor in the sacred sword duel has the necessity and obligation to take care of the disciples and descendants of the loser. This is where the honor and pride of a sword cultivator lies."

"If you have any last words, please feel free to say them!"

The Great Sun Sword Prince approached step by step.

With each step he took, he forcibly seized the grand scheme of this universe and controlled its rules. The Great Sun Immortal Sword Soul's black and white eyes coldly gazed at the four directions of the universe and at all aspects of the immortal world.

When he took the ninth step, he had already seized control of the entire universe and the vastness of the heavens and earth!

This cosmic sky, heavy as a mountain and as numerous as stars, formed a terrifying, law-destroying darkness that completely enveloped Wei Zicheng, making him as insignificant as a speck of dust. He could no longer draw upon any power of heaven and earth and could only await his execution.

　There's another chapter coming later, sir, which is beyond expectations.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)