Wang Po's knife is very strong, it is sharp enough, it can break through the seemingly fragile but actually the strongest space barrier with the concentration of true energy in the Star Gathering Realm, and it is strong enough to deal with it. Only space can help him to transcend the abyss between the profane and the sacred to resist Jurona's sword that comes with the moonlight.
The clouds over Xunyang City were still low and dark, and the edges were still as bright as silver, as if at night, the wind and rain in the street suddenly disappeared, and it became extremely quiet, only the sound of breathing could be vaguely heard. That was the shocked gasp of the crowd watching from afar. This battle has surpassed many people's comprehension, but people can feel that Zhu Luo's sword seems to be blocked by Wang Po. How did he do it
Su Li didn't applaud this time, and his expression became dignified, not because Wang Po's knife was not exciting enough, but because he felt that this knife was too delicate, as if it happened in an instant, between two strikes. Wang Po learned something through this battle with the strongest in the mainland, and went one step further on the Dao of the Sword!
If this is true, Wang Po's cultivation talent can be said to be astonishing, and this kind of opportunity can also be said to be once in a lifetime. If he can survive this battle and completely digest and absorb the precious experience of this battle, maybe It is possible to break through to the peak of the Star Gathering Realm in a short period of time, and it is even very possible to see the threshold from the Holy Realm.
But can Wang Po still survive? Especially after his two knives have fully proved that he can threaten Juluo's position in all directions after decades? Su Li didn't have any hope for this, so his expression became more serious. He felt such a pity.
The wind and rain rise again, and the sound of rain falling is like a drum.
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Zhu Luo's sword brings endless wind and rain, and after the wind and rain, there will be a rainbow. Behind the wind and rain, there is a bright moon in the farther north sky, with light and darkness. Most of the light and darkness were swallowed by the space cracks on the long street, and their power was greatly reduced. This is why Wang Po's iron knife can still be held in the heavy rain.
However, after all, Bafang Fengfeng is not an ordinary cultivator. They are the strongest in the mainland, possessing an unimaginable amount of true essence, unattainable wisdom and combat experience, and possessing the most dazzling brilliance. After all, Wang Po's iron knife could not suppress the light. Just like the dark clouds in the sky of Xunyang City could not cover the moon, the edge of the cloud was finally coated with a silver edge. The sky above the rainy street was as dark as night, and the space cracks cut by the iron knife were even darker and palpitating, but the edges of those dark space cracks lit up at some point.
Those lights came from Julo's sword.
Jian Guang came to Wang Po with the violent storm. At this time, his iron knife had to continue to cut through the rainy street and maintain enough space cracks so that Zhu Luo's sword of Yingyue could not break through his body. In front of him, until Chen Changsheng and Su Li behind him, he had no way to pay attention to those sword lights.
Those sword lights weren't very bright, and even looked a little dim, but Wang Po's perfect sword field couldn't do anything to stop it. When the sword light fell, there was only a chi-chi sound, Wang Po's clothes suddenly shattered, and several extremely clear sword marks appeared on the surface of his perfectly washed body, from which blood slowly overflowed.
The sword light kept crossing his iron knife and falling on him, which seemed to be an understatement, but in fact it was deeply engraved.
Every sword light will cut a wound on his body and bring out a stream of blood.
Wang Po's face became even paler, without a trace of blood, and looked particularly frightening in the dark rainy street. His expression was still calm and firm, but his special eyebrows drooped even more, he looked a little downcast, and he was more miserable than usual. Yes, his situation at this time was really bitter.
Zhu Luo's sword light cut his body, almost Ling Chi, how can it not be painful? This pain is still in the spiritual world, and in his heart, as a long-established swordsman genius, he is now a Tiannan Dahao, but when he meets Zhu Luo in his hometown Tianliang County, he still can only suffer so miserablely. No matter how strong the innate will is, the gap between strength and realm cannot be changed after all. Just like what happened to the Wang family in Tianliang County many years ago, it is so hopeless. How can it not be bitter
Unless he puts away the iron knife at this time, leaves Yujie, and chooses to avoid it, can he escape these hardships.
However, there are many difficulties in life that cannot be avoided.
Wang Po was used to living a hard life since he was a child, so he knew this very well. So he had no intention of avoiding it at all. He drooped his eyebrows, looked sad, lowered his head slightly, held the knife tightly, and stood in the rainstorm, letting the sword lights that crossed his sword intention leave streaks of blood on his body, and letting the blood be absorbed by more and more people. The bigger the rainstorm washes away.
The sword intent on Rain Street is still as straight as it is, and the space crack it cut is still as straight, so the heavy rain fell into it and disappeared, even Zhu Luo couldn't move forward for the time being, and most of his sword intent couldn't reach it. here.
Wang Po also stood very straight. Just how long can he stand? How long can he hold the iron knife in his hand
Heavy rain, bitter cold, and strong winds.
The beads on the abacus in the ruins of the inn were moved again, making a crackling sound, as if they were playing rhythm.
On the side street farther away, the musicians of Prince Liang’s Mansion had already fled, throwing all kinds of musical instruments all over the ground. At this time, they were blown by the strong wind and ran around. On the top of the drum, a flute flew into the air, and the air poured into the holes of the flute, making a whimpering sound, and there was an ancient qin, the strings of which broke...
Clank, clank.
What a rush and chaotic song.
When will the wind and rain stop, and when will the music end
Nobody knows.
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Behind Rain Street, the crowd stood there in dead silence. Liang Zhen stood at the front with an inexplicably calm expression. Liang Hongzhuang was standing on the other side of the street, as if she didn't want to stand with Wang Ye's distant cousin, and for some reason, he looked at Wang Po in the wind and rain in the distance, with a strange expression, as if he wanted to cry, but also seemed to want to laugh, In short, it is very complicated.
No one knew what was going to happen next, or even imagined what would happen next.
The sky was overcast and the day was like night. Ordinary people in Xunyang City closed their doors and windows tightly, or hid under beds or in tanks. Where would they dare to come out? Those who came to kill Su Li. If it was a normal moment, when strong men like Zhu Luo and Wang Po were fighting, they would never dare to make any changes. If they offended each other, who knew what price they and the sect behind them would pay. But today, many people don't care about these things. When they stepped into Xunyang City, they were ready to pay the price with their lives.
Liang Wangsun, Liang Hongzhuang, and Xue He didn't think much, but those people thought a lot.
At this time, Su Li was riding on the back of that yellow puma, looking very eye-catching in the stormy sky. Everyone knew that he was already a useless person, and Lin Canghai had successfully forced out his last sword before. As for how much Chen Changsheng had put in to resist the attacks of Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun, he should be very tired now. As for Wang Po, he was so suppressed by Zhu Luo's sword that he couldn't move. So, if Su Li is attacked at this time, who can save him? Who can block the gun for Su Li
Many people were thinking this way, so they started to do so. They walked out of the alley under the cover of the sound of wind and rain, and walked towards the man on horseback on Yu Street. Liang Zhen and Liang Hongzhuang looked at the people who passed by them, feeling the chill and killing intent on them, they remained silent, did not stop them, and did not make any sound.
The reins of the yellow puma fell into the rain on the ground. I don't know if it's because of the breed of the horse or because of Su Li, but the vision brought by Zhu Luo's sword and the terrifying fluctuations in the fighting aura more than ten feet away did not make this steed run away in fright, but honestly Really bowed his head.
Chen Changsheng also lowered his head, looking at the ripples in the rain, and remained silent.
The Longyin dagger was finally connected to the scabbard, and it was the first time after leaving the old temple in Xining Town. Back in Xining Town, Senior Brother Yu Ren only chose this way of forming swords when he went to the back mountain to hunt and kill those powerful monsters. He did this today because he knew that the enemy he faced today was too powerful, and he also learned from Wang Po.
Suddenly, he looked up and turned around.
Those practitioners did not expect that he had been staring at the rear.
Chen Changsheng and these practitioners looked at each other and remained silent.
Not far away, the violent and holy sword intent has become stronger and stronger.
Chen Changsheng didn't pay attention to that side, there was Wang Po over there.
He just needs to pay attention to this side now.
He has thought everything through, so he is very calm.
His eyes were calm, no matter how violent the rain fell on his face, it couldn't be disturbed.
A cultivator shouted violently, and his figure suddenly transformed into three places, attacking Su Li.
Chen Changsheng held the sword in both hands, and slashed towards the rainy sky.
Where the sword fell, several feet away, only one sword cut at the three figures in the rainy sky at the same time. three people.
This is neither the Wisdom Sword nor the Burning Sword, this is the one trick of plum blossoms and three tricks in Li Shan's swordsmanship.
It was Su Li who accidentally told him three days ago.
Wipe it!
Then there was another sound.
As if at the same time, three sword sounds resounded in the heavy rain. The three figures stagnated in the rainy sky at the same time. Then the two figures dissipated, and the cultivator let out a muffled grunt, clutching his chest and fell down on the rainy street!
The Longyin Sword was in his hand, as if it had come to life.
However, after a few rounds, those practitioners who were about to sneak attack on Su Li fell down one after another.
At this moment, he saw from the corner of his eye that Wang Po... seemed to be about to fall.
In an instant, he made a decision.
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