Chapter 639: The Grand Yin Sword Child Can Aid Others in Comprehending the Dao

"So you're conceding?"

Jiang Ding asked again.

The person before him was already the strongest swordsman among peers of the same realm; if he lost his will to fight, it would be a great pity.

"That, is absolutely impossible."

Yu Yu Qianzi whooshed off several kilometers away again, lifted her face, fighting spirit soaring: "So what if it's a Nascent Soul? We sword cultivators should face death head-on, overcome all obstacles, and achieve the supreme Sword Dao!"

"Go!"

She flicked a finger, and her sword struck.

A moon-white flying sword appeared between heaven and earth, carrying a cold, illusory aura; one glance was enough to plunge a great number of Jin Dan cultivators into an endless Illusion Realm, endlessly interrogating their inner selves until death.

"Commendable fighting spirit."

Jiang Ding gazed at the moon-white flying sword.

The illusions created by the Grand Yin Sword Intent were completely useless; the flying sword, carrying a faint hazy light, came slashing along a winding, meandering spatial path, arriving in an instant, the Grand Yin Sword Intent freezing the soul.

Clang!

The Taiqing flying sword leapt from its sheath, gathered most of its edge to slash, also following the meandering spatial path, arriving later but striking first, accompanied by the hum of the sword.

One sword—

forced the Grand Yin flying sword back several kilometers, its spiritual light dimming.

"This speed…"

Yu Yu Qianzi's heart skipped a beat.

Facing this sword head-on, she felt as if she had become a toddling infant, facing an adult's sword descending, unable to dodge, able only to stumble as she met the blade.

Sure enough, she was forced back by one sword, barely able to resist.

Facing a stronger enemy,

how should a sword cultivator respond?

Grip the sword, face death head-on, strike the strong point to break the weak!

A flush appeared on Yu Yu Qianzi's face; she felt her hot blood boiling once more, and the chance to break through to Sword Qi Thunder Sound appeared before her eyes again.

So long as she defeated the enemy before her!

"Kill!"

Clang!

The moon-white flying sword rang with a clanging hum, rippling out rings of moon-colored waves in space, splitting into nine, vast hazy moonlight spilling forth, forming the Nine Illusion Divine Moon Sword Formation inherited from the Sun Moon Sword Pavilion, mingled with gentle celestial music descending from the heavens.

Seen from afar, it was as if the celestial Guanghan Palace had descended upon the mortal world; within it, moon-palace fairies played music, the laurel tree pierced straight into the sky, jade rabbits ran about within the immortal palace—exquisitely beautiful beyond compare.

Moreover, faintly between them came the sound of the Great Dao upon the Sword Dao, containing countless ultimate principles of the Sword Dao, causing one to involuntarily fall into obsession.

"This is…"

Jiang Ding's heart shook, drawn in by these ultimate principles.

In an instant, his heart gained some inspiration regarding Sword Nine, and even the Great Sun Nascent Soul Secret Art and the Gold-Destroying Sword; he could not help but brighten his gaze, drawn in, willingly sinking into it, constantly deducing the inspirations that appeared in his heart, wanting them in greater detail.

This sword strike was a sword art specifically targeting sword cultivators!

Clang!

Until the moon-white flying sword arrived close before him, about to cleave off his head, the Taiqing flying sword sent out a warning.

"The Sound of the Sword Dao!"

"A sword art that sword Dao sects have researched and inherited for who knows how many tens of thousands of years!"

Jiang Ding's heart trembled.

"Slash!"

The Taiqing flying sword hummed, splitting into nine identical blue-gold flying swords; accompanied by the roar of thunder and electromagnetism, boundless Lei Chong Guang appeared between the flying swords, forming a vast sea, streaks of azure magnetic induction lines spreading outward, shrouding nearly a hundred kilometers around, temporarily obscuring the vision of the Guanghan Palace.

It wasn't any sword art—just the Myriad Magnet Lei Yun Formation, deployed with flying swords.

Cling!

The moment the electromagnetic sword formation spread out, an invisible moon-white flying sword had already plunged into a ten-meter range, only now being detected, its killing intent icy cold, sword light filling the entire field of vision, divine soul sluggish and stiff.

"Taiqing!"

Jiang Ding was startled.

Ten meters—this distance for a Jin Dan cultivator was practically no different from right beneath one's eyelids!

He paid the price for his carelessness.

Whoosh!

One of the nine swords suddenly erupted with dazzling light, following the close connection between the natal flying sword and its master, arriving in an instant at a speed exceeding teleportation, barely intercepting this invisible Divine Moon sword before his forehead.

Cling!

Dazzling sword light erupted; the moon-white flying sword was brutally slashed back several dozen kilometers, wailing once, crashing to the ground, and only after quite a while did it flicker and fly back to its master's side.

"Sigh… it didn't succeed."

Yu Yu Qianzi stroked the Grand Yin flying sword in heartache, greatly regretful.

Her restless, hot-blooded heart, and the omen of imminent breakthrough to Sword Qi Thunder Sound, came to a halt.

Sword cultivators were a profession that placed extreme importance on victory and defeat; without victory, everything was empty.

"Grand Yin, you did very well."

Jiang Ding lightly touched his own cheek; the touch was warm and damp.

When the Grand Yin and Grand Sun flying swords clashed, a wisp of sword qi broke through the proactive defensive sword qi shield, injuring his very fragile self—this despite the clearly very large gap in strength.

Jiang Ding knew this was caused by both the disparity in mindset and sword art.

Within the immortal sect, the sense of security was too strong, making it easy to fall for such tricks.

Moreover, the sword technique targeting sword cultivators was the crystallized wisdom and effort of countless generations of sword cultivators from the Sun and Moon Sword Pavilion.

With both layered together, a moment of carelessness nearly caused a shipwreck in a gutter.

Being fragile is bad for this very reason.

If it had been An Tuzi, the Five Elements Dao Child, with such a gap in power, even if he had fallen for a trick momentarily, he would not have been injured.

However...

"Taiyin, can you cast that sword technique again?"

Jiang Ding gazed fervently at the young woman in a moon-white immortal skirt in the distance.

He remembered!

When the Sun and Moon Sword Pavilion lacked no resources, both the Great Sun Sword Child and the Taiyin Sword Child would appear simultaneously.

This was no coincidence.

Between the two, especially the Taiyin Sword Child, who was less aggressive and focused more on indirect, illusory, and freezing directions, possessed powerful supportive abilities capable of helping sword cultivators comprehend the Dao!

This was not merely a sword technique attack; it could also aid in comprehending the Dao!

She could shorten the research time for the Great Sun Nascent Soul Secret Art and the Sword of Annihilating Jin Zhi!

"No."

Yu Yu Qianzi said with a crisp voice.

Possessing the complete inheritance of the Moon Vein, she was not slow to realize; she knew very well the abilities she held. Just now, she had merely sensed an opportunity to break through the Sword Qi Thunder Sound, so she used the method most likely to succeed.

Now that it had failed, naturally, it could not happen again.

"No?"

"Are you sure?"

Jiang Ding's voice was cold and grim.

"I suddenly remembered, you beat me for many years, no, not beat, but taught me sword techniques for a very long time."

This reason was important.

No matter how protective the Taiyin Sword Sect was of its own, it could not possibly agree to their Sword Child interfering due to fear of sword technique exchange; on the contrary, it would welcome it.

"What do you intend to do?"

Yu Yu Qianzi's expression changed.

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Swords had already descended with a roar; nine identical Lei Ting Flying Swords, carrying the entire Ten Thousand Magnet Lei Yun Array, fell down. Sword Qi overflowed, and vaguely carried the destructive meaning of a cultivator's heavenly tribulation, terrifying the soul.

All of this crashed into the phenomenon of the Guanghan Xiangong.

Boom!

Only the booming explosion was heard; the magnificent phenomenon of the Guanghan Xiangong collapsed amidst the thunderous sword light. The Xiangong shattered, the Moon Goddesses fell in droves, the Jade Hares fled in panic, and the ethereal immortal aura was gone forever.

Ding ding ding ding...

Within the shattered sword domain of Lei Ting, nine moon-white Flying Swords and nine Lei Ting Flying Swords fought fiercely, slashing, chopping, pointing, and stabbing.

It could be seen that even at the level of sword technique, the moon-white Flying Swords were at an absolute disadvantage; within just two breaths, they were severed into two pieces, leaving only one physical Flying Sword to let out a mournful cry before flying apart into the distance.

(End of this chapter)