Chapter 705: The longing of the iron sword (Part 2)

The second Tang family has a handsome face.
But when he habitually laughs silently, he always looks exaggerated and funny.
Wang Po didn't like his way of laughing, because it made him feel very obscure and seemed to hide a lot of impenetrable emotions.
Many years ago, when he first arrived in Wenshui, he did not like it when he first saw each other in the Tang family ancestral hall.
At that time, the second prince of the Tang family looked at the ragged Wang Po, his eyes slightly turned, and he smiled silently, just like looking at the wild dogs on the street, poor relatives who came under the hedge to avoid rain.
Wang Po at the time, looking at his face, had a very strong impulse or longing.
He wanted to wave the iron knife in his hand and smashed the face and smile of the second Tang family to the utterest level.
But looking at the face of Mrs. Tang and Mr. Tang's job, he didn't take action.
So this longing has remained deep in his heart. After many years, it has not weakened in the slightest.
To this day, when seeing the Tang family's second man pushing the door out of the teahouse on the street, and showing a shameless and silent smile on that handsome face, Wang Po can no longer suppress his urges.
En Zhong is indeed like a mountain, but his iron sword is really hungry for too long.
So he brandished an iron knife.
In Wenshui, when they were both young, he failed to break the scornful smile on the face of the second Tang family. That was because he did not want to fight, and he endured.
Now he doesn't want to endure, he wants to hit, so he can hit naturally.
The mysterious Wanjin leaf body method of the Tang family is really difficult to capture traces, extremely mysterious, but in Wang Po's eyes, nothing is.
In the second month of Wenshui, Mrs. Tang went to the tent and personally taught him this method.
He doesn't need a knife, the iron knife is still in the sheath, and he can beat the Tang dynasty speechless.
The second Tang family sat in the snow, with blood all over his face, with an indescribable grudge in his eyes.
"My Tang family is to save your life... Since you don't care and want to die, go to die."
Wang Po stood up, grabbed the iron knife again, and beat him a note. Naturally, he refused the request of the Tang family in Wenshui.
If he wants to kill Zhou Tong with Chen Changsheng, then he has to fight against Tie Shu.
"Not yet started, how can it be said to be dead?"
Wang Po looked at the second Tang family and said, "This is where you are inferior to me, Xun Mei, and Xiao Zhang."
At the beginning of this era of wild flowers, some amazing names were written.
Wang Po, Xun Mei, Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun, Xiao De...
Few people remember that at the very beginning, there was a surname Tang on this list.
"They are like you, and they are not as good as me in terms of talent or chance. They have never been able to catch up with me, but they have not given up and are always catching up."
Wang Po's eyes fell on the end of Xuejie.
He knew Xiao De was there, and Xiao Zhang might also appear.
Wang Liangsun took refuge and returned to Xunyang City, while Xunmei no longer appeared.
"Cultivation and fighting are the same thing. You can't determine the victory or defeat until the last moment. In the end, Xunmei caught up with me in the Tianshuling, Xiao Zhang, and it is still possible."
Wang Po withdrew his eyes and looked to the second Tang family, saying: "And you fought with me in Wenshui that year, and felt that you could never be my opponent. Instead, you guessed people's hearts and learned strategies... It is to admit defeat. From that moment on, you have become a waste, and there is no possibility of defeating me, and this life is not as good as me."
The second Tang family stunned, his expression slightly.
Wang Po's voice is very calm, without any deliberately mocking emotions, just making calm and objective judgments.
But everyone can hear a feeling from this remark, a feeling of condescending.
Because in his words, the words invincible were filled.
This is the strong.
For those opponents who are also well-known in the world, Wang Po's realm may be higher, but it can never be crushed.
Such as Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun.
But in real battles, he has never been defeated, and often wins in a crushing situation.
It is because he is much higher in the momentum, the will, the mentality, the cognition of the world and the inner heart of himself.
Looking at Wang Po, Tie Shu was exposed and admired, and he was very emotional.
Jiangshan generations are talented, and they have been leading the way for decades, but who can have such a big lead and courage for the strong men of the same generation in those years?
Not to mention, these decades are the time when wildflowers are blooming, and countless talented monks have sprung up like mushrooms.
With a knife, Wang Po put this generation of strong men or geniuses under pressure to breathe, making it difficult to get ahead.
With the exception of Zhou Dufu, no one has done anything similar.
Appreciation and emotion will ultimately lead to the vigilance of the entire world.
This is the reason why Zhu Luo did not hesitate to die but also wanted Wang Po to die.
Since Wang Po is not prepared to follow the advice of the Tang family in Wenshui, then of course he will kill Wang Po. Even, he is anxious to kill Wang Po.
Just like that day in Tanzhe Temple.
Because now, either he is red or infinite, he still has the ability to kill Wang Po.
What if I don't hurry anymore, if I spend a few more days, and if two more snow falls?
In a few days, two more snow fell, and maybe they would not kill the king.
This perception is very disturbing.
Even the starry sky covering the world will be trembling.
By that time, will there really be a second Zhou Du
husband?
No, even if it is just an assumption, this is not allowed.
Tie Shu looked at Wang Po and said, "Sorry."
Whether it is the oath of the starry sky, or bullying the young with the old, bullying the young with the old, or saying that the human race will bring down a future giant, he deserves to say sorry.
Wang Po did not respond to his apology, because in his view, today's battle is not necessarily lost.
Yes, the entire continent will not think that he will win, even if he is Wang Po.
But he didn't think so.
Because the night rain in the city of Xunyang was very fast, the fallen leaves in the Tanzhe Temple were beautiful, and the willows by the Luoshui River were heavy and foggy, but they could not cover his eyes.
Wang Po raised his iron knife and pointed to the iron tree, his movements were smooth and simple.
The iron knife trembled slightly.
That is not fear, but the desire to fight, the courage to challenge.
It has been several days from Tanzhe Temple to Xuejie, and he has never made a cut.
Everyone knows that the next knife will be the strongest one in his life.
There is only one table between him and Tieshu. It stands to reason that the knife will touch Tieshu's clothes.
But when he raised the knife, there seemed to be a big river between them. It was so far away that the iron knife couldn't touch the iron tree's clothes at all.
This long distance is the distance between the sacred realm and humans?
Can his iron sword ignore this distance and fall on the starry sky?
Nobody knows.
When Wang Po didn't show his sword, he had unlimited possibilities.
When he makes a knife, it means that infinite possibilities collapse into a truth.
The whole world is waiting to see the only truth. I don’t know who will bear the truth in the next moment.
At this moment, Tie Shu made a choice.
This choice is simple, but represents hundreds of years of experience.
He chose to shoot.
Don't let Wang break the sword.
He decided not to give Wang a chance to break the sword at all.
Whatever the truth of this knife, he didn't want to look at it again.
Because he originally killed Wang Po instead of taking Wang Po's sword.
When he decided to shoot first, there was no way faster than him.
Unless his opponent is also a strong in the sacred realm, or the sacred Xu Yourong or Nanke.
Wang Po is not.
Therefore, Tie Shu's hand fell on Wang Po's knife first.
At this time, Wang Po's knife was still not out of the sheath.
The snow falling from the sky suddenly stood still.
A thunder rang through the long street.
The buildings on both sides of the street turned into powder.
Thousands of pieces of snow still in the air have become powder.
The smoke disappeared, and there was no one on the street. Wang Po and the iron tree disappeared.
The thunder did not disappear, but it was endless and continuous.
Finally landed in Luoshui.
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