Chapter 398: Iron Knife Storm (Part 2)

The first one that Wang Po cut to Zhu Luo was the strongest one in his life. Su Li did not react at all. At this time, Wang Po received the knife back, but his applause penetrated the rainstorm and fell on everyone. In the ear. Because apart from Zhu Luo, only he is a strong man walking in the sacred realm, and only he can understand how difficult it is for Wang Po to get back his sword.
And this knife cut through that wet leaf! What does this mean? This shows that Wang Po saw through the sky and rain coming from Zhu Luo!
It is incredible how a practitioner who gathers in the stars can cross the threshold to see the operating rules of that world. Seeing through is extremely difficult, not to mention slashing. Wang Po’s insight into the sword is really profound, unlike the practice that has only been practiced for decades, as if it has been soaked for hundreds of years. !
Su Li has seen countless geniuses in this life and personally taught Qiu Shanjun, Qijian and Chen Changsheng, but he was still shocked by the talents contained in this knife.
The blades of rain and cold meet the wet leaves in the air. Anything will become heavier when it gets wet. This fallen leaf weighs like a mountain at this time, but it still can't resist the cleavage of the iron knife. Only a loud noise is heard, and the wet leaf has turned into countless debris. Going in all directions, the dark rain street seemed to appear a sharply enlarged ball.
The violent true element accompanied by countless fallen leaves, the hard bluestone ground was shot out of countless dense holes, and the street walls that had left countless knife marks were cut into sand piles.
Wang Po horizontally cut the sword, and then the knife field was distributed.
His body, as well as Chen Changsheng holding the reins at the rear, Su Li on horseback, were protected behind the iron sword.
The dense and crisp impact sounds on the rain street, like tens of thousands of needles falling on a smooth metal surface at the same time, endlessly.
The wind in the torrential rain also became more rapid, blowing everything, and in the ruins of the inn behind a few miles away, a delicate abacus was lying in the sewage, and the abacus was blown by the wind, making a crackling and crisp sound, really It's like a piece of music.
The wind and rain stopped, the long street became quiet, and the abacus on the abacus gradually stopped.
Wang Po was still standing on the spot, one step was not given, the iron knife was still in his hand, and he didn't mean to let go, but his face was already very pale, and the plain clothes were full of tears and bloodstains.
The street was quiet, and water was dripping from the remaining eaves, ticking, but no one would be upset because no one would care about these things.
There was no reins in Chen Changsheng's hands. He held the sword in both hands and looked at the front seriously and intently, across Wang Po's shoulder, at the strong man who seemed invincible like a god. Wang Po has been seriously injured. Until this point, Juluo has not really shot. No matter how you look, Wang Po has been defeated, but after all, he blocked Juluo for a moment, which is already amazing.
Next, naturally he should stop it.
Zhu Luo didn't pay attention to Chen Changsheng's movements, looked at Wang Po and said: "Unexpectedly...you haven't cultivated to the pinnacle of Juxing Realm, and you are still far away from the holy step, and you can see the holy. The edge rule of the field one or two?"
Wang Po said: "Everything is the same, secular and sacred are in common."
Zhu Luo said: "So talented, so sensible, no wonder dare to shoot me... just what is the point?"
Yes, for the whole thing, Wang Po's talent and perseverance have no meaning.
Because he couldn't beat Juluo.
Juluo's sword is still in the sheath, so that the strongest in the Xiaoyao list is covered with blood and seriously injured.
The name is moving in all directions, the wind and rain are unpredictable, and it is really unimaginable.
The gap between the two lies in the year, the realm, and the abyss that separates the sacred and the vulgar, and it is not a talent and a will that can smooth it out. Is Wang Po undefeated?
But some people don't think so.
"You lost." Su Li said.
The crowd in the distance watched the field and listened to this sentence, giving birth to a lot of puzzles. How could this be possible? At this time, Wang Po was covered with blood, and he was seriously injured. Where can he get a chance?
Su Li sat on his horse and looked at Zhu Luo and said, "Don't you feel ashamed to lose to such a junior?"
The hair scattered on Zhu Luo's shoulders was slowly raised by the wind, and the same was true for his eyebrows. However, when he was about to say something, he calmed down again and looked down at himself. There were no wounds or blood stains, only A coat of clothing slowly fell.
A small piece was cut from his left sleeve.
Whether it is for Juluo, or for practitioners of any realm, this will not affect their combat effectiveness. But looking at the piece of cloth falling into the rain in front of his feet, Juluo did not speak for a long time. Looking at the scene, the crowd was quiet and silent, thinking, did they really lose, where did they lose?
No one understands Su Li's words and Zhu Luo's silence. Chen Changsheng doesn't understand either. Wang Po understood, but he did not accept it.
Wins and losses and wins and losses literally mean the same thing. It’s just that at certain moments and in certain circumstances, if you lose, it doesn’t mean you lose. For example, the heads of small and medium-sized men in black and white shirts are smashed. Entering the concrete floor, he still touched a piece of wood and lightly smashed the bald head of the peerless villain. It didn't make sense, but he won. Su Li naturally will not use such a value judgment to evaluate the first match between Wang Po and Zhu Luo. Of course, Wang Po was defeated, without controversy, of course, and decently defeated, but he still believes that the loser is Zhu Lowe.
Juluo's reaction at this time shows that he agrees with Su Li's statement to some extent.
Zhou Du
When Husband is three years old, can he defeat the invincible player in the world? Who can beat the Tianhai Niangniang when she first entered the palace? Did you beat Wang Po when he was so big? This is what Su Li was going to say to Juluo. It sounds arrogant, but it actually makes sense, but this kind of reason should be put in the realm of these most powerful people on the mainland.
Chen Changsheng understands, and some thoughts are blankly thinking, if you compare according to the same age, then you... Oh, there is Xu Yourong, and Chen Churen sees the girl, isn’t it the most powerful? Su Li didn't know Chen Changsheng's psychological activity at this time, otherwise he would laugh at him, and then he said to Zhu Luo: "There is another problem, that is, you are too backward."
Juluo was silent, displeased, and the light rain fell, daring not to touch the big cloak on him, and fled away.
"You could kill the second demon with a sword Yingyue, how can you be the opponent of Haidi now? The chic man who wrote poems to kill people is now drooping and old, without any courage, it's nothing. By the way, the person who behaves like you is acting in an unpretentious manner. Even the woman in Tianhai can’t compare with her. She didn’t dare to take a step in Kyoto for hundreds of years. Now she wants to kill young people who might threaten her position. You are really good."
Su Li continued: "Why? You are old, almost a thousand years old, and should have died long ago. Old and not dead, what is it? It is a thief, an old thief. Man, just like a tree, when it is the strongest It should be desperately swaying in the spring breeze. The long years of life are still desperately alive, and the old body becomes rotted wood, and finally it is split into ash by lightning, what does it mean?"
Juluo finally spoke and looked at him and said, "Are you finished?"
Su Li said: "It's over."
Zhu Luo said: "You are right."
Su Lijian raised his eyebrows slightly, and got some interest, and asked, "How is it?"
Zhu Luo said: "This is your second sword."
Words are punished, and every sentence is a sword. Su Li is seriously wounded and difficult to fight, but the sword is still there, and words can hurt people.
Su Lijing looked at him quietly, confirming that the old guy was indeed arrogant and absolutely qualified, but was not affected in any way.
"I took your two swords, so now it's time for me to make the sword."
After saying this, Zhu Luo's right hand was like a dragon breaking through the clouds, and came to the waist, holding the sword handle.
Clouds are coming again, heavy rain is falling, the sky is dark, the leaves are heavy, and the sky is flying among the drops of water.
Juluo pulled out the sword in his sheath. The sword was not bright, and there was nothing strange about it. However, the edge of the overcast cloud over Xunyang City suddenly became bright, as if it had been plated with silver. Is that halo? What is behind the clouds? Is it the sun? No, that is the Demon Moon that should not have appeared in the human world.
That was Julo's past, the greatest glory.
Many years ago, in the snowfield, he saw the bright moon, sang a beautiful poem, killed a strong opponent, and thus became a strong generation of the mainland, with the title of discretion under the moon.
Finally, the strong man showed Xunyang City the real scene from the Holy Realm.
Amid heavy rain curtains and thousands of wet leaves, Chen Changsheng felt the majestic and solemn light power and felt that his body became more and more stiff, even subconsciously he wanted to avoid it. This is from the Holy Realm? It turns out that the realm here is not the meaning of the star field in the star field. A piece of light covers all, there is no division at all, so how to attack? He had read Dao and Zang from an early age, to talk about his knowledge and knowledge, he would never lose to others, but he could not understand the light on the edge of the cloud and the light brought by the sword, because the rules of the sacred realm had exceeded his ability to understand.
Dark rain, bright swords, like a cloud of lead burning.
In front of such a spectacular background, Wang Po's figure appeared even smaller, and seemed to 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, no horror and no joy, like a voice, calm and heart-wrenching, and heart-wrenching.
It was real peace, the morning news, the calm of death.
Chen Changsheng said no more, knowing that he had learned something again.
Juluo's sword arrived.
The world is either bright or dark. The sword came, the dark wind and rain came under the light, no matter how big the world was, there was no corner to avoid, and Wang Po could not escape.
He shot the knife again, and waved it straight with no new ideas. The knife fell, but he was full of new ideas.
What he cut was not the sword light, not the fallen leaves flying all over the sky, not Zhu Luo more than ten feet away, but wind and rain.
Wind and rain travel in space.
Wang Po's iron knife fell straight, chopped off the rain column, shattered the wind, and chopped the space.
With a rub, a dark crack appeared on the rain street.
As long as in this world, there is no way to avoid the sword of Juluo?
Then, cut a new road and go to a new world together!
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