Wang Po has a pair of very characteristic eyebrows.
To be precise, the characteristic lies in the relative position between the eyebrows and eyes.
The distance between his eyebrows and eyes is a bit close, and the ends of his eyebrows are a little drooping, so he looks a bit shabby.
However, when he raised his eyebrows, he would separate from his eyes.
That was the first division of heaven and earth.
At the same time, the end of his eyebrows will be raised like an iron spear, straight to the sky, magnificent and unparalleled.
In short, when he raised his eyebrows, it had nothing to do with the word shabby.
Moreover, often when he raised his eyebrows, his shoulders would also rise accordingly.
Compared with his eyebrows, Wang Po's shoulders are more famous, because they spend more time drooping and are easier to be seen by others.
When he moves his shoulders, it's often a knife.
Just like at this moment, a stern sword intent suddenly appeared in Baihua Alley, and it went straight to the sky.
Hundreds of holy light crossbows and the weapons in the hands of all the court powerhouses were aimed at Wang Po.
Xiang Wang looked dignified, and his hands had already left the fat piled up on his belt.
Wang Po didn't speak, just quietly looked at the Orthodox Academy.
Like King Xiang, he knew that Chen Changsheng was not the one who performed the Burning Sun Jue at this time.
Then it could only be Shang Xingzhou.
What is the relationship between Shang Xingzhou and Emperor Taizong
Could it be that he is also a member of the Chen royal family
Wang Po didn't think about these questions.
Instead, I was thinking about the accounts preserved by my parents with great difficulty.
In those accounts, apart from the most eye-catching and bloody four characters of "the family is broken and the family is dead", there are also many scenes in the miserable wind and rain.
In those pictures, there is a young man with a gloomy temperament. According to the judgment of the ancestors of the Wang family, that young man was the main envoy who ransacked the house and should be from the royal family, but no matter at that time or afterwards, the identity of the young man could not be found.
In short, that young man brought a lot of misery to the Wang family.
Wang Po had never met Emperor Taizong, but Emperor Taizong was still his enemy because it was a family feud.
That young man back then was of course also his enemy.
He thought that that person had long since disappeared into the long river of history, but today he found that that person was most likely still alive.
The atmosphere outside the Orthodox Academy was extremely tense.
Wang Po looked at the courtyard door and remained silent.
Finally, his shoulders drooped again.
At the same time, his eyebrows drooped.
Thousands of sighs sounded in Baihua Lane at the same time.
Not regret, but glad.
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The Burning Sun Jue is a particularly powerful and very special practice method.
Thousands of ways in the world are based on the true essence transformed by Xinghui.
Only the Burning Sun Jue collects not stars, but sun fires.
The sun fire is not as clear and soft as the star brilliance, but it is far superior in power.
But it is also because it is too violent and hot, so practitioners cannot collect it at all, and then transform it into true essence.
The Heavenly Book Stele came down to the world, and the human race began to practice Taoism. For countless thousands of years, only the Chen family was able to practice this method because of the special life wheel structure.
No matter the Taoist scriptures or history books, they all regard this as the favor of the Chen family from the Dao of Heaven. Therefore, whether in troubled times or in peacetime, the Chen family has an extraordinary status in Tianliang County and even the entire continent, as if they were born with a sacred brilliance.
For thousands of years, countless strong men have emerged from the Chen family, such as the young hero Chen Xuanba, or Emperor Taizong.
Of course, there is also His Royal Highness the King of Chu who was also rumored to be wise and powerful.
To this day, masters of the Chen royal family are still emerging one after another. At this time, the dozen or so princes in Baihua Lane are all strong, and the king of Xiang has already entered the sacred realm, plus the clan's children scattered in various states and counties all over the world. Extremely powerful.
It's just that in these years, there was Tianhai Shenghou before, and Shang Xingzhou later, this power has never been truly displayed.
But why was Shang Xingzhou able to practice the Burning Sun Jue? Is he a royal family? What is the relationship between him and Emperor Taizong
These questions flashed through Chen Changsheng's mind, but soon disappeared without leaving any trace.
He had guessed in the Zhou Garden, but it was only confirmed at this time.
And Shang Xingzhou walked up to him again.
He held the sword in both hands and chopped off at the top of Chen Changsheng's head.
This sword is very simple, without any moves, and without any mysterious meaning, it just cuts straight down.
The sun was shining on his tight black hair, reflecting the light.
The sun shone on his bare arms, reflecting light.
The sun shone on the dao sword he was holding, reflecting the light.
He is like a god.
The sword in his hand can cut everything in the world.
The first is the sky.
A plausible line appeared on the blue sky.
Accompanied by dazzling light, the unparalleled sword intent fell towards the top of Chen Changsheng's head.
Chen Changsheng didn't know if he could catch it.
He was a little nervous, but also because the sword light was too dazzling, so he squinted his eyes.
There is often a connection between the subtle movements of human beings.
When squinting, his hands subconsciously tightened.
Then, his palm clenched the hilt of the sword.
The hilt of the sword is a bit hard. It has been hidden in the tree hole for several years, and the surface is a little sticky and slippery. I don't know if it is moss or putrid mud.
This feeling is not unfamiliar, because he has held countless swords, but it is not familiar, he confirmed that he has not held this sword before.
There are too many swords in the sword pool, it is impossible for him to be familiar with each one, and he does not know the name and origin of this sword.
But he knew that what he held was straight, hard, and sharp.
This is the sword.
That's good.
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Sword meets sword.
It's like the cold air coming down from the cold snowfield meets the heat wave from the West Sea.
There was a sudden thunder.
The lake water oscillated into waves, turned into waterfalls, and fell into torrential rain, washing everything between heaven and earth from different angles.
Dozens of thick old trees fell slowly with a crackling sound.
Among the flying sawdust and branches, the sunken ground can be faintly seen.
Numerous deep or shallow cracks appeared on the walls of the Baicao Garden.
Not far away, the imperial palace automatically produced a formation, and the clear light fell, covering everything with a mysterious cloak.
In Wang Zhice's eyes, this is very similar to Wu Daozi's recent paintings. The brushwork is extremely simple, even deliberately crude, but the colors are extremely bold.
Like those reds like blood and rust.
The smoke and dust settled down.
Chen Changsheng half-kneeled by the lake, with blood dripping from the corner of his lips.
What's more frightening is that he no longer has a sword in his hand.
The sword landed on the grass in the far distance, and it was inserted obliquely. It looked like a broken flag or a monument.
The sword was still vibrating and humming slightly, not a whine, but a little apologetic.
Shang Xingzhou appeared in front of Chen Changsheng.
It was also very difficult for him to break the Shoujian that Su Li passed to Chen Changsheng.
But he has the Burning Sun Jue.
He still suppressed his realm under the sacred realm, but he possessed unimaginable and endless power by virtue of the Burning Sun Art.
No matter how powerful the sword technique is, it is impossible to withstand such a crushing force, and it will take a long time.
During this process, Shang Xingzhou's real energy loss and cost were greater than Chen Changsheng's.
But Chen Changsheng didn't have a sword anymore.
Shang Xingzhou looked at him indifferently, and raised the sword in his hand.
He didn't believe that his apprentice would have such good luck to be able to find a sword from a broken tree at random.
The strange thing was that Chen Changsheng couldn't see any panicked expression on his face, and his eyes were still so calm, just like the water in a lake.
Then he reached into the lake and drew a sword from it.