The winter in Kyoto this year is much colder than in previous years. It is still the beginning of winter, and Luoshui has already frozen, especially the river surface outside Tongqumen. The ice surface is thick enough for people to stand on.
Wang Po and Tie Shu were standing on the ice in Luoshui at this time.
Between the two of them there was a breach of more than ten zhang square, and the river water was rippling inside, extremely dark, like an abyss.
The thunder that resounded throughout the capital started from Xuejie and finally landed here.
Tieshu put his hands behind his back and looked at the other side expressionlessly, as if he hadn't made a move before.
Wang Po's iron knife was in front of him, and his clothes were torn into many holes, especially the sleeves, neckline and sleeve corners, as if they had been blown by a strong wind for decades.
Blood stains could be seen faintly in those torn openings.
It was obvious that he had already been injured just by meeting him, and the injury didn't look serious.
But Tieshu's eyes showed no relaxation, let alone contempt and disdain, but more solemnity, and even looked a little vigilant.
The iron knife that Wang Po was holding was still not out of its sheath, and several clear finger marks could be seen on the scabbard, and even obvious bending had occurred.
He still didn't draw the knife.
A strong man in the sacred field took the lead, but he didn't even make a move.
This is very puzzling and shocking.
What was even more shocking was that although he was seriously injured, he was still alive.
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When facing Zhu Luo on the Rain Street in Xunyang City back then, Wang Po did not hesitate to use his strongest saber technique, cutting out countless space cracks, so that he could barely separate Zhu Luo's Yuehua on the Rain Street. head.
Facing the iron tree on the snowy street in Kyoto today, he was able to catch the iron tree's move without even taking out the sheath.
Tieshu and Zhu Luo are both wind and rain in all directions. In terms of combat power alone, they are even faintly above Zhu Luo.
This can only show that in the short two years, Wang Po's sword has become much stronger than when he was in Xunyang City.
Tieshu was expressionless, but his mood was a little delicate.
He was able to receive his own powerful blow without using a knife, and he was still standing. The opponent really deserved to be the strongest among the younger generation.
He didn't know how much progress Wang Po had made in the past two years, he only knew that the opponent was stronger than the rumors, even much stronger than in Tanzhe Temple.
This speed of improvement is really incredible.
He is now unable to judge how far Wang Po is from that threshold.
Again.
—Wang Po still didn't draw his sword.
"What kind of knife is this?" Tie Shu asked suddenly.
Since Wang Po didn't use his saber, what was he asking
If there were people watching the battle on both sides of the Luoshui River at this time, they would not understand this sentence.
Wang Po understood.
Knife is one word, but it can have many meanings.
the knife itself.
Knife moves.
The trajectory of the knife.
The path of the knife.
He didn't make a knife, but he made a move.
This move is a horizontal knife.
Wang Po's knife way, as well as the magic of this move itself, are all contained in this horizontal stroke.
In this way, he was able to catch an attack from the iron tree without using the knife.
Tieshu had never seen such a wonderful knife technique.
What he asked was the name and origin of this move.
"I have no idea."
Wang Po said, "He didn't tell me."
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It is still a bit far from Wei Mansion to Beibing Masi Hutong, and they will pass by Luoshui.
Wang Po and Chen Changsheng traveled all the way before, and once stopped by the Luoshui to chat.
There are willows and dikes beside the Luoshui River, ice on the river, and stories.
When they met for the first time in Xunyang City, they didn't say anything. This time they met again in Kyoto, knowing that they would part again later, maybe even forever, so they talked a lot.
They chatted about Wang Zhice's past, Naiheqiao's present, and each other's past.
Looking at the iron knife at his waist, Chen Changsheng thought of the tomb in the Zhou Garden, the owner of the tomb, and the sword technique painted on the black coffin, and he came up with an idea.
That set of saber techniques could not be passed on orally, he could only tell Wang Po what he learned from it.
Wang Po didn't express his thanks, nor did he refuse, but it could be seen that he wasn't too interested.
Even if he knew it well, it was the strongest set of saber techniques in history.
Because he has his own dao of the sword, and his dao of the sword is completely opposite to Zhou Dufu's one-sword.
Chen Changsheng went on to say that he had learned swords from Su Li in the wasteland.
Many ascetics in the world are very interested in this matter, or rather, very jealous.
Wang Po was not jealous because he didn't like Su Li, but it was Su Li's sword after all, so he was a little interested.
Especially when Chen Changsheng mentioned that he followed Su Li to learn the third sword, but in fact Su Li didn't learn it either.
He told Chen Changsheng that he wanted to learn this sword.
Chen Changsheng said yes.
They stood under the cold willows by the Luo River and talked a few words.
Then, Wang Po learned that sword.
He is the third person in this world who has learned this sword.
And he only took a few words.
I don't know how Su Li will feel after knowing this matter.
That sword is called stupid sword.
To learn this sword, you need to practice a lot, and what you need is endless repetition.
What this sword requires is not talent, but an almost stupid persistence.
So Su Li couldn't learn this sword because he was too smart.
Logically speaking, no matter how amazing Wang Po's talent is, he still has no way to learn this sword in such a short time.
What's interesting is that Wang Po's method of practicing swordsmanship is very similar to Chen Changsheng's method of practicing swordsmanship.
In the past few decades, he has swung the iron knife too many times.
Now, he only needs to treat the sword as a knife, and then he can use this sword, or this knife.
As a result, Tieshu's terrifying hands failed to break through his scabbard.
"You lost because you were wrong."
Wang Po looked at the iron tree on the opposite side and said, "You shouldn't let me use the knife."
Tieshu was silent for a moment, then said, "Why?"
Wang Po said: "When the blade hides its edge in the sheath, it will have all kinds of changes and infinite possibilities. Although it is not the strongest, it is the most difficult to break."
Tieshu said: "Do I have to wait until you draw your sword?"
Wang Po said: "If you don't dare to see the truth of this knife, then the truth will often not be as you wish."
Iron Tree looked indifferent, holding hands behind him, countless cold lights and sharp edges overflowed from his fingers, silently chopping up the wind and snow.
This scene is a sign of his mood at this time, because Wang Po's words hit his mind, so will he predict the right ending
His eyes fell on Wang Po's iron knife, and he said mockingly: "Then you can show me the truth, if you can still do this."
Wang Po's sword is the truth.
Since he left Huaiyuan, the whole world has been looking forward to it.
However, the iron knife was already too bent, so how could he pull the knife out of its sheath
As soon as the words fell, Tieshu came to Wang Po's body, and dropped his hands through the air.
There was a strong wind above Luoshui, and the snow flakes were about to cover people's eyes. During this period, ten finger shadows were faintly visible, shaking the snow and breaking through the sky, like a giant tree stretching its branches, or like a giant flower blooming.
Countless extremely strong and metallic auras fell towards Wang Po as the branches stretched and the petals unfolded.
Iron tree blossoms.
This is the Taoism of the sacred realm, this is the power above the starry sky.
No matter how well that knife can be defended, it will not be able to cover the entire starry sky after all.
If Wang Po didn't use his sword again, he would surely die.
So Wang Po finally drew his sword.
The knife is still in the sheath, but the intention has already begun.
An extremely sharp, yet extraordinarily simple Dao of the Sword soared into the sky.
The wind and snow came suddenly, and countless cracks appeared on the ice surface of Luoshui.
Feeling this saber intent, Tieshu's expression suddenly froze, and killing intent was in his eyes.
Only he could see that Wang Po was actually trying to use this knife to break through the situation!