Chapter 397: Iron Knife Storm (Part 1)

This sentence of Zhu Luo seems to be plain, but it is extremely tough and extremely overbearing. Everyone knows that this sentence should actually be: How dare you actually shoot me?
Wang Po kept his feet still, rolled up his sleeves, and began to wipe the iron knife. Just preparing for the battle, he had already made Zhu Luo extremely angry, because no one had dared to shoot him for many years.
The wind and rain in all directions are almost gods. Any attempt to attack gods is provocative, blasphemous, and seeks death, even if it is just a gesture, it is unacceptable, even if that person is the king of Tianliang.
The people on the rain street were also shocked. They didn't understand why Wang Po wanted to do this. He couldn't have any chance.
The level of Juluo has already surpassed the world and entered the sacred realm.
If you don't count the Baidi couple, there are twelve strongest people in the human world, he is one of them.
Wang Po is the top of the unruly list and the undisputed strongest in the Mesozoic era. It was indeed terrifying to enter Juxing Shang Realm in the beginning, but the distance from the Holy Land is like the Xinghai and the quagmire.
Many people are optimistic that Wang Po will enter the sacred realm in the future and become a new generation of ups and downs, and may even have higher achievements, but that must be a matter of decades or even hundreds of years later.
Wang Po, now in front of Zhu Luo, is just a junior who can only bow his head and be taught.
However, he is going to shoot to Juluo?
"Young people don't dare."
Wang Po raised his head and looked at Ju Luo calmly and even indifferently.
Zhu Luo's brows faded, and the atmosphere on Yujie was slightly relaxed.
Wang Po raised his iron knife, pointed at the unshakable mainland strongman across the rain curtain, and said, "Please seniors first."
There was an uproar in the streets and the violent rain, which could not cover people's exclamation and discussion.
Juluo's eyebrows were suddenly raised, the majestic breath rose through the sky, and the torrential rain suddenly dispersed.
Then he laughed again, and the indifferent and light laughter resounded throughout the city of Xunyang.
"Pity."
Zhu Luo said indifferently, looking a bit regretful. Because of the few people in the human world who have the most chance to enter the sacred realm, one person will die after today, and there will be no more chance.
"It's a pity." Su Li sighed.
He didn’t want Wang Po to die, so he did something for this, but Wang Po didn’t accept it, because Wang Po’s knife was different from his sword, and Zhou Du
fu’s knife was different. Straight.
When Wang Pojuan wiped the knife, Su Li suddenly felt that this guy's knife might be exposed in the future, which is completely different from himself and Zhou Du
fu, but may be more interesting and bright.
So he felt very sorry.
This world does not have the opportunity to see Wang Po's future knife, and this world will also regret it.
Wang Liangsun looked at Wang Po in the rain and said nothing, his mood was slightly more complicated. In order to complete certain things, complete his own life experience, give up his life for this, and march to the unchallenged. For geniuses like them, it is not too difficult to understand and unacceptable, so even if he gives his life He wants to kill Su Li, but there is a sea in his spiritual world. Why is Wang Po? Is it really just based on the idea in your heart?
Thinking of this, he suddenly gave birth to a lot of admiration, wondering that for more than 30 years, he has never been able to catch up with this person. It is no wonder that for more than 30 years, Xiao Zhang no matter how crazy he practiced, no wonder for more than 30 years In the future, Xunmei could only imprison himself in the Heavenly Book Tomb. He did not stand shoulder to shoulder with this person by virtue of transcending life and death before death.
Also looking at Wang Po is Chen Changsheng. He didn't speak or think too much, but subconsciously produced endless admiration. He thought Wang Po was so handsome, and he didn't know why...it always made him feel close.
Then he wanted to understand that Wang Po is very much like many people around him... No, it should be that many people he knows are like Wang Po. In some aspects, such as folding sleeves, such as Tang Sanshi, such as Gou Hanshi, such as... Yourself.
Those similar places are often the most shining places, such as attachment, such as gentleness, such as firmness, such as perseverance, such as pride, such as silence, Chen Changsheng saw all of himself and his friends on Wang Po. An old shirt, but there are countless lights. He also saw the beauty of Chen Chujian in Wang Po, and even saw Nan Ke.
Knowing that they are not invincible, I still have to fight and fight you to death. Such a person is really amazing. In addition to the elder brothers, Chen Changsheng felt that his monastic career had more people to learn from.
So he began to study.
He rolled up his sleeves and at the same time pulled out the Long Yin dagger in his sheath.
At this moment, Wang Po inserted the handle into the mouth of the sheath, and with a click, the knife and sheath merged into a large knife, and then he slowly grasped the handle with both hands, looking directly at the front Julo.
Chen Changsheng thought it was a coincidence. He inserted the hilt into the sheath, so the short sword became a long sword with a hilt, and he gripped the hilt with both hands, staring at Julo on the other side of the street.
In this way, they stood in the rain one after another at a distance of more than ten feet.
Su Li sat on his horseback, the rain flushed his face, pale, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Zhu Luo came over, the rain did not increase, but the wind became more humid and cold, the light was extremely dim. Someone looked up at the sky and saw that the cloudy color in the sky was a lot deeper.
Under the moon alone, no blind date, his way is desperate, unmatched.
As his footsteps lifted and fell, the fallen leaves in the rain were suddenly shaken, with the water droplets being blown around by the cold wind, and as these wet leaves fluttered, there was a feeling of sorrow that enveloped the long street. .
Several humming and screaming sounded from the crowd, and the wet leaves that were brushed by the spirit were as if they were violent, cutting several practitioners, and then people woke up and wanted to understand the next battle. How terrible it was, they avoided the streets and alleys farther away, but in an instant, the long streets became quieter and empty.
The word empty is not exact, because there is still heavy rain.
In the torrential rain, there is a truly irresistible wind and rain on this continent that is slowly walking.
Wang Po carried the knife, Chen Changsheng led the horse, Su Li sat on the horse, facing the wind and rain.
At the front is Wang Po.
With a soft sound, the iron sword rose up against the rain and ran across him.
Wang Po didn't shoot, because he was a junior, and Zhu Luo was a senior.
Zhu Luo naturally won't take advantage of him. He raised his hand and tapped it in the heavy rain curtain.
A thunderous thunder sounded in front of Wang Po, a violent wind, and rain falling, as if there were a waterfall falling over there.
The wet leaves were still dancing in the rain.
Juluo came slowly, and the clot was also dancing in the rain.
Wang Po's face paled a few points.
His knife field was crushed by unimaginable force. In the air in front of him, rain was flying, hundreds of traces kept appearing, and then disappeared. Those traces are exactly the collision between Juluo's breath and his sword.
Juluo didn't deliberately raise his breath, but just walked slowly like this, he would like to be a courteous guest.
Between him and Juluo, the gap in strength is too obvious.
Juluo's imposing sword spirit was not fully released, so the long street was completely empty, and even the silent walls on both sides of the street were cut by countless deep marks by the dancing wet leaves in the wind and rain.
Wang Po's hand trembling slightly held his handle, and his knuckles were pale.
The heavy rain wet his body, countless rain drips, I do not know how much sweat is inside.
Once they met, they knew that the golden wind could not touch Yulu. He could not be Zhu Luo's opponent, but he still didn't mean to turn around and leave. He didn't retreat in one step. The iron sword was still in front of him, like a dike.
No matter how violent the wind and rain, the is still not broken, the mountain is still in front of him, straight and unparalleled.
Looking at the increasingly cold knife washed by the rain, feeling the unyielding and unimaginable power from the knife, Zhu Luo slightly raised his eyebrows, feeling a little surprised, and Xue He further away was shocked and speechless .
Wang Po's knife was stronger than everyone thought.
His sword could withstand the pressure of the sacred realm.
How did he do that?
Xue He used a knife to look at the thin and tall man on Rain Street at the moment. He finally understood exactly what Su Li said to himself.
Wang Po only used a knife.
Only one knife, only one knife path, so pure enough and strong enough!
Before Wang Po, the most famous swordsman in the continent was Zhou Dufu. Zhou Du
fu only cultivates one kind of knife way, that is killing life, he breaks life and death. Wang Poxue didn't know Zhou Du's husband's sword, so he went his own way.
He walked a straight path.
Wang Po's knife path is straight through. This straight is straight. He walked straight, the strokes he wrote during bookkeeping were straight, and the numbers would never be wrong.
He sees things, does things, always just likes and dislikes his own likes and dislikes, it seems that even the intestines are straight. Therefore, even if his people are shabby, it is hard to tell, but his sword will be out of the sheath and it will be cold, straight like a cliff in the mountains.
No matter how violent the storm is, how can a cliff be destroyed in such a short time?
Juluo has already shot.
Next, it was the turn of Wang Po.
Of course, his shot is a knife.
His shot was a knife.
He held the long handle of the scabbard and cut it across the storm to Juluo.
Undoubtedly, this must be Wang Po's strongest knife in this life, because Zhu Luo must be the strongest opponent he has encountered in this life. If it was not for Su Li’s sake, according to the truth, he was stepping into the Holy Land Before the threshold, he had no reason to fight with Zhu Luo, and based on the overall interests of mankind, Zhu Luo would not shoot him.
In other words, this battle happened decades or even a hundred years in advance.
The blade of the sword was strong, and the sharp edge pierced all the rain curtains and came to Zhu Luo.
Juluo still didn't mean to move the sword, he shot again.
This time, he showed two fingers.
Wang Po's knife stopped in the rainstorm and could no longer go down.
After more than ten feet, Zhu Luo's turned into wind and rain, which caught Wang Po's strongest knife in this life. It was like Liang Wangsun had clamped Chen Changsheng's sword with two fingers. How far is the strength gap between Chen Changsheng and Liang Wangsun, and how far is the strength gap between Wang Po and Juluo!
Secular and sacred are out of reach.
The wind and rain met with the iron sword on the long street, holding each other, and the wet fallen leaves were still dancing.
There were several cracks in Wang Po's clothes.
After all, his knife field is not perfect, especially after the knife.
The strongest man on the mainland like Zhu Luo, his eyes are Hui Jian.
A piece of fallen leaves concealed the world, avoiding Wang Po's sword and falling on the iron sword. It's hard to imagine the number of true elements. With this leaf falling at the same time, a mountain fell above the iron sword.
Wang Po's face was white, and blood spilled over his lips.
His knife field is broken.
How to do?
He suddenly took a step forward.
Then he lowered his waist, bent his knees, and turned his wrists.
He... closes the knife.
The iron knife came back through the rain and only heard a soft sound.
That fallen leaf instantly turned into broken strands.
Su Li cheered in the heavy rain.
"Good knife!"
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(It is really difficult to present the screen with text. I have always paid attention to this aspect. I personally think that it has been doing well, but the real screen comes out, there must be no beauty. It must be a very long process. The concept pilot film made in advance feels pretty good. It will be sent to WeChat later for everyone to see and see you tomorrow.)
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