Wang Po's first stab at Zhu Luo was the strongest in his life. Su Li didn't react at all. At this time, Wang Po withdrew his knife and returned, but his cheers pierced through the rainstorm and fell on everyone's eyes. in the ear. Because apart from Zhu Luo, he is the only one who walks in the sacred realm, and only he can understand how difficult it is for Wang Po to withdraw his sword and return.
And this knife cut through the wet leaf! What does this mean? This shows that Wang Po has seen through the wind and rain brought by Zhu Luo!
It is incredible that a practitioner who is in the Star Gathering Realm can see the operating rules of that world beyond the threshold. It is extremely difficult to see through it, let alone be able to cut it. Wang Po's comprehension in the way of the sword is really profound. !
Su Li has seen countless cultivating geniuses in his life, and personally taught Qiushanjun, Qijian and Chen Changsheng, but he was still shocked by the talent hidden in this knife.
The rain-washed blade meets the wet fallen leaves in the air. Anything that gets wet will become heavier. This fallen leaf is as heavy as a mountain at this time, but it still cannot withstand the chopping of the iron knife. There is only a muffled bang, and the wet leaf has turned into countless debris, heading towards Shooting away in all directions, it seemed as if a rapidly growing ball appeared on the dark rainy street.
The berserk true essence went away with countless fallen leaves, countless dense holes were shot out of the hard bluestone ground, and the street walls that had already left countless knife marks were cut into sand piles.
Wang Po put his sword in front of him, and the sword field was spread again.
His body, Chen Changsheng who was holding the rein behind him, and Su Li who was on horseback were all protected behind the iron knife.
There were dense and crisp impact sounds on Yujie Street, like tens of thousands of needles falling on the smooth metal surface at the same time, continuously.
The wind in the rainstorm also became faster, blowing everything. In the ruins of the inn several miles away, an exquisite abacus was lying in the sewage, and the abacus was blown by the wind, making a crackling sound. It's a lot like a piece of music.
The wind and rain gradually stopped, the long street gradually became quiet, and the beads on the abacus gradually stopped spinning.
Wang Po still stood on the spot without giving way, the iron knife was still in his hand, and he didn't intend to put it down, but his face was already very pale, and there were tears and bloodstains everywhere on his plain clothes.
The street is quiet, and the remaining eaves are dripping and ticking, but no one is upset because no one cares about these things.
Chen Changsheng no longer had the rein in his hand. Holding the sword in both hands, he looked ahead earnestly and intently, across Wang Po's shoulder, at the invincible strong man who seemed to be a god. Wang Po has been seriously injured. And Zhu Luo hadn't really made a move until now. No matter how you look at it, Wang Po has already lost, but after all, he blocked Zhu Luo for a moment, which is already quite remarkable.
Next, it is natural for him to block it.
Zhu Luo didn't pay attention to Chen Changsheng's movements, looked at Wang Po with a slightly different expression and said, "I didn't expect... You haven't cultivated to the peak of the Star Gathering Realm, and you are still half a step away from the Holy Realm, and you can see the sacred realm The fringe law one or two?"
Wang Po said: "All things are the same, and the secular and the sacred have their own similarities."
Zhu Luo said: "Such a talent, such a savvy, no wonder he dared to attack me... But what's the point?"
Yes, for the whole matter, Wang Po's talent and perseverance are meaningless.
Because he couldn't beat Julo.
With Zhu Luo's sword still in its sheath, the strongest man on the Xiaoyao List was covered in blood and seriously injured.
Famous in all directions, the wind and rain are like darkness, it is really unimaginably strong.
The gap between the two lies in the years, in the state, in the abyss that separates the sacred from the mundane, and it cannot be smoothed out by talent and will. How can Wang Po be invincible
But some people don't see it that way.
"You lost." Su Li said.
The crowd in the distance watched the field and heard this sentence, a lot of puzzled, thinking how is this possible? Wang Po was covered in blood at this time, and he was obviously seriously injured, so how could he have the slightest chance of winning
Su Li sat on the horseback, looked at Zhu Luo and said, "Don't you feel ashamed to lose to such a junior?"
Zhu Luo's hair scattered on his shoulders was blown up slowly by the wind, and the same was true of his eyebrows. However, just as he was about to say something, he calmed down and looked down at himself. There were no wounds or bloodstains there, only A corner of the robe fell slowly.
A tiny piece of his left sleeve was cut off.
Whether it is for Zhu Luo or for practitioners of any realm, this will not affect their combat effectiveness. But looking at the piece of cloth that fell into the rain in front of his feet, Zhu Luo didn't speak for a long time. Looking at this scene, the crowd was silent, wondering if they really lost, and where did they lose
No one understood Su Li's words and Zhu Luo's silence, neither did Chen Changsheng, and Liang Wangsun vaguely understood. Wang Po understood, but he didn't accept it.
Winning and losing literally mean exactly the same thing, but at certain moments and in certain circumstances, it doesn’t mean you lose if you lose. Into the concrete floor, but still touched a piece of wood and lightly hit the peerless villain's bald head. It didn't make sense, but he won. Naturally, Su Li would not use such a value judgment to evaluate the first fight between Wang Po and Zhu Luo. Of course, Wang Po lost, without any dispute, as a matter of course, but he still believed that the loser was Zhu Luo. lo.
Zhu Luo's reaction at this time shows that to some extent he agrees with Su Li's statement.
When Zhou Dufu was three years old, could he defeat the invincible opponent in the world? When Empress Tianhai first entered the palace, who could she beat? When Wang Po was his age, could you beat him? This is what Su Li wants to say to Zhu Luo. It sounds a bit preposterous, but it is actually very reasonable, but this kind of reasoning has to be explained in the field of these most powerful people in the mainland.
Chen Changsheng understood, and he thought with a blank expression, if he was compared according to the same age, then he... oh, there is also Xu Yourong, and girl Chen Chujian, wouldn't he be the strongest? Su Li didn't know Chen Changsheng's mental activities at this time, otherwise he would have laughed at him. He then said to Zhu Luo: "There is another problem, that is, you have regressed too much."
Zhu Luo was silent and displeased. The light rain fell, and he didn't dare to touch the cloak on his body, so he avoided it and floated away.
"Back then you were able to kill the second magic general with a single sword, how can you be Haidi's opponent now? The handsome man who used to write poems and kill people is now very old and has no vigor. It's just that you are a person who is not generous in your actions. You can't even compare to that woman Tianhai. You dare not set foot in the capital for hundreds of years. Now you want to use this opportunity to kill the junior who may threaten your position. Tsk tsk, You're really promising."
Su Li continued: "Why? You are old, you are almost a thousand years old, you should have died long ago. What is it? You are a thief, you are an old thief. People are just like trees. You should be desperately swaggering in the spring breeze, living too long and desperately living, your body is old and turned into rotten wood, until it is finally smashed into ashes by lightning, what's the point of that?"
Zhu Luo finally spoke, looked at him and said, "Have you finished?"
Su Li said, "It's over."
"You're right," said Zhu Luo.
Su Li raised his eyebrows slightly, and with some interest, he asked, "How?"
Zhu Luo said, "This is your second sword."
Every word punishes the heart, and every sentence is like a sword. Su Li is seriously injured and difficult to fight, but the sword heart is still there, and words can hurt people.
Su Li looked at him quietly, confirming that this old guy really had the qualifications to be arrogant and utterly arrogant, and he was not affected in any way.
"I took two swords from you, so now it's time for me to draw the sword."
After saying this, Zhu Luo's right hand came to his waist like a dragon breaking through the clouds, and grasped the hilt of the sword.
Overcast clouds came again, heavy rain fell, the sky was darkened, and fallen leaves came heavily, flying in the water droplets all over the sky.
Zhulo drew his sword from its sheath. The sword was not bright, and there was nothing strange about it. However, the edge of the dark clouds covering Xunyang City suddenly became brighter, as if it had been coated with silver. Is that halo? What's behind the clouds? Is it the sun? No, that is the demon moon that should not have appeared in the human world.
That was Zhu Luo's past, the greatest glory.
Many years ago, he was in the snowy field, saw the bright moon, recited a beautiful poem, killed a strong opponent, and thus became a strong man of the mainland generation, with the title of drinking alone under the moon.
Finally, this strong man showed Xunyang City the true scene of the Congsheng Realm.
Through the heavy rain curtain and thousands of wet leaves, Chen Changsheng sensed the majestic and majestic light power, and felt his body getting stiffer and stiffer, and even subconsciously wanted to avoid it. This is from the holy realm? It turns out that the domain here does not mean the star field of the star-gathering realm, a piece of light covers everything, there is no division at all, so how should we attack? He has read Taoist scriptures since he was a child, and in terms of knowledge and knowledge, he is absolutely invincible, but he can't understand the light at the edge of the cloud and the light brought by the sword, because the operating rules of the sacred realm have surpassed his ability to understand.
The black rainstorm, the bright sword, the lead cloud that seems to burn.
In front of such a magnificent background, Wang Po's figure appeared even smaller, as if he might be swallowed at any time.
"Forget it!" Chen Changsheng shouted at him.
Wang Po didn't turn around, and said: "I want to try again, it's not easy to have this kind of experience."
The torrential rain washed his face, neither fear nor joy, just like the sound, the calmness made one's heart throbbing and respectful.
That is true peace, the peace that can be heard in the morning and death in the evening.
Chen Changsheng didn't say anything more, knowing that he had learned something.
Julo's sword has arrived.
The world is either light or dark. When the sword comes, the dark wind and rain come with the light, no matter how big the world is, there is no corner to hide from, and Wang Po has no way to hide from it.
He swung the saber again, swaying the saber straight and without any novelty, the saber's momentum fell, but it was full of novelty.
What he cut was not the sword light, not the fallen leaves flying in the sky, not Zhu Luo who was more than ten feet away, but the wind and rain.
Wind and rain travel in space.
Wang Po's iron knife fell straight down, cutting off the rain column, cutting the wind strands, and breaking the space.
With a sound of rubbing, a dark breach appeared on the Rain Street.
As long as he is in this world, there is no way to avoid Zhu Luo's sword
Then, let's cut a new road and go to the new world together!