From Tianliang to Wenshui, from Tiannan to Moyu, from Xunyang City to Kyoto, from Tanzhe Temple to Xuejie, Wang Po has been preparing to use his sword.
He has accumulated this knife for many years, in order to open a passage between the starry sky and the earth, and cut off the threshold.
Tie Shu clearly felt that after Wang Po's sword intent had reached its peak, it did not stop for a while, but continued to improve, and there were some vague changes.
Wang Po has already cultivated to the peak of Gathering Stars, and he still needs to continue to improve, what is it not to break the realm
A sharp howl resounded on both sides of the Luoshui River.
The figure of Tieshu disappeared from Wang Po's eyes - not really disappearing, between the snow cloud and the ice surface, his figure was everywhere.
The aura of heaven and earth and the legal principles hidden in it were affected by his figure, and that invisible flower with metallic luster descended from the sky, covering Wang Po's knife in it.
He used heaven and earth to bind Wang Po's sword intent.
That flower blooming in full bloom between the heaven and the earth is his figure that appeared in anger, and that pair of hands glowing with coldness!
The iron tree is in bloom, with tens of thousands of flowers in bloom, and each petal represents the legal principles of the heaven and earth, which is extremely powerful.
If Wang Po wants to survive, he must either see through these legal rules, or make a breakthrough head-on.
He has only practiced Taoism for dozens of years, so how can he see through the methods of iron trees boiled over a long period of time.
No matter how much his sword intent improved, he couldn't cut through the iron tree with the blow that contained the law of heaven and earth at this time.
So what should he do
Wang Po's saber intent rose sharply, breaking through his body.
With a soft sound, his left arm broke and he flew towards the sky.
A stream of blood appeared in the monotonous world with no other colors except snow white.
The clouds and dancing snow in the sky were painted with a bright color at this moment.
The sky is full of blood, shocking, like flowing magma, and like a rotten falling plum, it wants to burn everything clean and pollute everything.
In those blood colors, there is an aura of extreme fear and awe.
There was an unbelievable roar from somewhere in the sky, it was the iron tree's voice.
From the moment Wang Po broke his arm, his arm was his sword, and his blood was his way, so what kind of sword intent did he use
Why is this saber intent so powerful and terrifying that it can easily break through the laws and regulations of heaven and earth
If the Pope or Shang Xingzhou were here, they might be able to understand.
This sword intent is called Burning World, and it was Zhou Dufu's two-break sword formula back then.
Cultivating the Tao to the end often leads to the same goal by different routes, but Wang Po's saber intent with two broken knives at this time has nothing to do with this sentence.
Earlier at the Luoshui River, Chen Changsheng told him his understanding of the Two Broken Knives, but he just listened casually and didn't care.
But can he really not care
Of course not.
Zhou Dufu is universally recognized as the strongest under the starry sky, and he uses a knife.
Wang Po is universally recognized as the most powerful swordsman after Zhou Dufu, and he also uses a sword.
Whether he admits it or not, resists it or not, Zhou Dufu's way of the sword has always affected his practice.
As long as the name exists, as long as the two broken swords exist, this influence will always exist.
He is very clear that even if he can temporarily break the iron tree's strike of heaven and earth with the sword intent of using the two broken swords, it will inevitably have a great impact on his practice of the sword in the future.
But he still slashed down.
If it is just inheritance, this knife is still not enough to cut through the flowers of the iron tree.
But he cut himself first with this knife.
His sword came from Zhou Dufu, but what he cut was Zhou Dufu's influence on him and all the sword learners in the future.
This is not inheritance, nor inheritance, but acceptance and then abandonment.
No one in the world can do this.
Even if he is Wang Po, he still needs to cut off his own arm.
But as his arm flew to the sky, all the fog in his heart had been dispelled, the shadows disappeared, and his eyes were bright and clear.
Then, his knife went on to chop the flowers that were blooming from the iron tree.
As a result, the sky was full of slurry, and the flowers fell like mud.
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Wang Po's Dao Heart was unprecedentedly calm, but the blood that spilled around was extremely hot, melting the snow in the air and the ice on the river.
With his own blood on his iron knife, he broke through the petals representing the law of heaven and earth, and came to the iron tree.
The knife is still not out of its sheath, its meaning has penetrated between heaven and earth.
Those horrible and destructive auras, those resolute and indifferent breaths have disappeared without a trace, leaving only himself.
Like a snow mountain, like a green pine, it cannot be shaken.
If at this time, his iron knife has been unsheathed, or he may really defeat the iron tree.
Fortunately, his knife was still not out of its sheath.
Tieshu knew that this was an opportunity he should seize.
In today's Luoshui battle, Wang Po's talent and courage were beyond his imagination, and he was shocked.
But even if Wang Po breaks through that threshold in disbelief, Tie Shu still firmly believes that he will easily win the final victory.
Because he had already seen Wang Po's problem.
The time for Wang Poyun Saber is too long.
The time is enough and the momentum is enough, however, it often brings some new problems that you have not even thought of.
For example, his knife is still in the sheath at this time, and the scabbard has been bent.
If he wants to draw a knife, it will be more troublesome and slower than before.
Even if it is just a moment of lightning falling, it is enough to change the outcome of this battle.
Amidst the howling sound, the figure of Tieshu appeared above Luoshui, and among the thousands of flowers, he slapped Wang Po's head with his palm.
Just like in the beginning.
Wang Po didn't seem to know that his knife was still in its sheath, and continued to swing the knife with a calm expression, even a little dull.
Suddenly, a very soft voice resounded between heaven and earth.
It was a soft snap.
It sounds like the yellow leaves of Tanzhe Temple being blown by the wind, and it sounds like the snow on the long street being stepped on.
No, something seems to be broken.
It is the ice layer melted and thinned by the heat, and the willows cut off by the aftermath beside the embankment!
It's the silver bottle suddenly broken, thousands of troops!
It's the end of the ice breaking, and the spring is full of mountains!
It is a broken state.
It was Wang Po's Po.
The king broke through!
The iron knife came out of its sheath and cut towards the iron tree!
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This is of course the most powerful strike Wang Po has ever made in his life.
Heaven and earth must respond to this, to express some respect.
The snow falling from the clouds suddenly stopped.
Numerous cracks appeared on the ice layer on the surface of Luoshui, turning into thousands of thick ice floes.
Those ice floes kept arching and falling, as if there was a violent beast hidden below.
In fact, the river was disturbed by the breath of heaven and earth, and kept rushing.
I don't know how long it took before everything was quiet again.
Wang Po held the iron knife and looked at the distance more than ten miles away.
His broken arm went to nowhere, covered in blood, his face was pale, but his eyes were very peaceful.
More than ten miles away, Tieshu stood on the ice, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head.
He fell backwards, into the river full of ice and dead willow branches, and died.