Who is Júlo?

Wind and rain in all directions, drink alone under the moon.

One of the strongest in the human world, almost a god.

Wang Po's behavior just now was provoking the majesty of the gods.

There was an uproar in the streets and alleys, and even the sound of the rain was becoming more and more violent, but it could not hide the exclamations and discussions of the people.

Zhu Luo's eyebrows suddenly raised, the majestic aura broke through the sky, and the torrential rain suddenly dispersed.

Zhang Liang looked at Wang Po, who was standing ten zhang away, and suddenly remembered the glimpse in the Tianshu Mausoleum.

On that day, Treading Xue Xunmei died.

Although this incident was expected, it still caused ripples in Zhang Liang's heart, and at the same time, his admiration for Wang Po was even greater.

Such a genius has entered the Tianshu Tomb for many years because he can't surpass Wang Po, which shows how talented the latter is.

Now, he seems to understand more about the thoughts of Xun Mei's generation, with such a big mountain in front of him, it is really easy to despair.

No wonder Xiao Zhang will go crazy when he sees Wang Po, and Liang Wangsun will be angry when he sees Wang Po, it turns out that this is not unreasonable.

Zhang Liang held the Qiushui Sword in his hand very tightly, barely forming a faint layer of sword domain, his expression was extremely serious, and he wanted to protect Su Li to the death.

Zhu Luo walked over, the rain did not become heavier, but the wind became more damp and cold, the light was extremely dim, and some people looked up at the sky, and saw that the color of the dark clouds in the sky was much darker.

Under the moon, he drinks alone and does not go on a blind date, his way is to be ruthless and lonely.

As his footsteps rose and fell, the fallen leaves in the rain were suddenly shaken, and the droplets of water were fluttering everywhere by the cold wind.

There were several muffled snorts and cries of pain in the crowd, and those wet leaves that were blown by the strength were like strong arrows, cutting several cultivators, and only then did people wake up and understand how terrible the next battle was, and they all avoided the streets and alleys farther away, but in an instant, the long street became quieter.

With a soft sound, the iron knife rose in front of him in the rain.

Wang Po didn't make a move, because he was a junior, and Zhu Luo was a senior.

Zhu Luo naturally wouldn't take advantage of him, raised his hand, and tapped it in the heavy rain curtain, which was equivalent to making a move.

A muffled thunder sounded in front of Wang Po's body, the wind was fierce, and the rain poured down, as if there was a waterfall in that place.

The wet fallen leaves are still fluttering in the rain.

Zhu Luo walked slowly, and the black daze was also fluttering in the rain.

Wang Po's face turned pale.

His blade domain was crushed by unimaginable force. In the air in front of him, rain flew wildly, and hundreds of traces kept appearing and then disappearing. Those traces were the collision between Zhu Luo's aura and his sword domain.

Zhu Luo didn't deliberately raise his breath, but when he walked slowly like this, he wanted to be like a courtesy.

Between him and Zhu Luo, the gap in the realm of strength is too obvious.

Zhu Luo's momentum and sword intent were not fully released, so the long street was empty, and even the silent walls on both sides of the street were cut by the fluttering wet leaves in the wind and rain.

Wang Po's hand holding the hilt of the knife trembled slightly, and his knuckles were a little white.

The torrential rain soaked his whole body, and countless rains flowed, and I don't know how much was sweat in it.

Wang Po knew that he couldn't be Zhu Luo's opponent, but he still didn't mean to turn around and leave, he didn't take a step back, and the iron knife was still horizontal in front of him, like a bank like a mountain.

No matter how violent the wind and rain are, the embankment still does not collapse, and the mountain is still in front of you, straight and unparalleled.

Looking at the knife that was getting colder and colder washed by the rain, feeling the unyielding and imaginary power coming from the knife, Zhu Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised, and Xue He in the distance was even more shocked and speechless.

Wang Po's knife was even stronger than everyone had imagined.

His sword was able to withstand the pressure of the Divine Realm.

Julo has already shot.

Next, it was Wang Po's turn to make a move.

Of course, his shot is a knife.

His shot was a stab.

He held the long handle of the scabbard and slashed at Julo through the storm.

There is no doubt that this must be the strongest knife in Wang Po's life, the knife is powerful, and the edge pierces all the rain curtains and comes to Zhu Luo's body.

Zhu Luo still didn't mean to move his sword, and he struck again.

This time, he had two fingers out.

Wang Po's knife stopped in the torrential rain and could no longer go down.

More than ten zhang apart, Zhu Luo's two fingers turned into wind and rain, and caught Wang Po's strongest knife in his life.

The secular and the sacred are inherently unattainable.

The wind and rain and the iron knife met on the long street, holding each other, and the wet fallen leaves were still fluttering.

With a loud sneer, several tears appeared in Wang Po's clothes.

His sword domain is not perfect after all, especially after the knife is released.

Zhu Luo, the strongest person in the continent, his eyes are the wisdom sword.

A fallen leaf, secretly in line with the truth of heaven and earth, avoided Wang Po's knife momentum, and fell on the iron knife. It is unimaginable that the number of true elements fell at the same time with this fallen leaf, and a big mountain fell on top of the iron sword.

Wang Po's face was snow-white, and blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

His sword domain is broken.

What to do?

He took a sudden step forward.

Then he sank his waist, bent his knees, and turned his wrists.

He...... Collect the knife.

The iron knife broke through the rain and returned, only a soft sound could be heard.

The fallen leaf turned into shreds in an instant.

Su Li's cheers rang out in the rainstorm.

"Good knives"

The knife that Wang Po slashed at Zhu Luo at the beginning was the strongest knife in his life, Su Li did not react, at this time Wang Po retracted the knife and returned, but his cheers penetrated the torrential rain and fell on everyone's ears. Because apart from Zhu Luo, he was the only one who walked in the sacred realm, and only he could understand how difficult it was for Wang Po to be able to put away his sword and return.

The rain-washed blades meet the wet fallen leaves in the air. Anything will become heavy when it is wet, and this fallen leaf is as heavy as a mountain at this time, but it still can't withstand the slash of the iron knife, only a muffled sound can be heard, and the wet leaf becomes countless debris, and it goes in all directions, and a sharply larger ball seems to appear on the dark rainy street.

The furious True Yuan was accompanied by countless fallen leaves, countless dense holes were shot out of the hard bluestone ground, and the street walls that had already left countless knife marks were cut into piles of sand.

Wang Po horizontal knife in front, knife domain and then cloth.

A dense crisp crash sounded on the rainy street, like tens of thousands of needles falling on the smooth metal surface at the same time, continuously.

The wind in the rainstorm also became more rapid, blowing everything, and in the ruins of the inn a few miles behind, a delicate abacus lay in the sewage, and the abacus beads were stirred by the wind, making a crisp sound, which really looked like a piece of music.

The wind and rain gradually stopped, the long street gradually quieted, and the abacus on the abacus gradually stopped.

Wang Po was still standing in place, not giving a step, the iron knife was still in his hand, and he had no intention of putting it down, but his face was already very pale, and his simple clothes were full of tears and bloodstains. 8)