This is the power of the wind and rain in the eight directions, even if Wang Po is at the top of the list, with his current age and realm, he will not be his opponent.

Zhu Luo's right hand broke through the stratus clouds like a dragon, came to his waist, and grasped the hilt of the sword.

The clouds returned, the rain fell again, the sky was dark, the fallen leaves came, and the sky was full of water droplets.

Julo drew his sword from his sheath.

The sword wasn't bright, and it didn't look out of the ordinary. However, the edge of the clouds that shrouded the sky above Xunyang City suddenly became brighter, as if it had been plated with a layer of silver.

Finally, this powerhouse showed Xunyang City the true scene of the Holy Realm.

Through the heavy rain curtain and thousands of wet leaves, Zhang Liang sensed the majestic and solemn power of light, and his eyes were slightly condensed. This is the power of the Divine Realm, and it is really very powerful.

Pitch-black rainstorms, bright swords, lead clouds that seem to burn.

In front of such a spectacular background, Wang Po's figure seemed even smaller, as if he could be swallowed up at any time.

The torrential rain washed his face, without fear or joy, and the calm made people palpitate and respect.

It was true peace, the calm of dying at night.

Zhang Liang's heart is worthy of Wang Po, this kind of heart and courage are rare in the world!

Julo's sword arrived.

The sword came, the dark wind and rain came with the light, no matter how big the world was, there was no corner to dodge, and Wang Po couldn't dodge.

He took out the knife again, swinging the knife straight without any new ideas, and the knife fell where it fell, but it was full of novelty.

What he slashed was not the sword light, not the fallen leaves flying in the sky, not Zhu Luo more than ten zhang away, but the wind and rain.

Wind and rain travel in the space.

Wang Po's iron knife fell straight down, cutting through the rain pillars, smashing the wind wisps, and cutting through the space.

With a bang, a dark breach appeared on the rainy street.

As long as you are in this world, there is no way to avoid this sword of Julo?

If you can't avoid it, then cut it.

Wang Po's sword was very strong, and with the condensation level of the True Yuan of the Gathering Star Upper Realm, he was able to break through the seemingly fragile and actually the strongest spatial barrier.

The clouds over Xunyang City were still low and dark, and the edges were still as bright as silver, as if it had come to night, and the wind and rain on the street suddenly disappeared and became extremely quiet, and only the sound of inhalation could be faintly heard. that

It was the shocked sigh of the crowd of onlookers in the distance. This battle has passed the scope of many people's understanding, but people can feel that Zhu Luo's sword really seems to have been stopped by Wang Po, how did he do it?

The wind and rain rose again, and the rain fell like a drum.

Zhu Luo's sword brings endless wind and rain, and after the wind and rain will be rainbow, and behind the wind and rain, in the sky farther north, there is a bright moon, there is light and darkness. Most of those light and darkness were swallowed up by those spatial cracks on the long street, and their power was reduced a lot, which is why Wang Po's iron knife could still be held in the heavy rain until now.

However, Bafang Fengyu is not an ordinary cultivator powerhouse after all, they are the strongest in the continent, with an unimaginable number of true yuan, unattainable wisdom and combat experience, and the most dazzling brilliance.

Wang Po's iron knife couldn't get rid of the light after all. Just like the clouds in the sky of Xunyang City could not cover the moon, the edge of the clouds was finally plated with a silver edge. The rain street was as dark as night, and the spatial cracks cut by the iron knife were even darker and palpitating, but the edges of those pitch-black spatial cracks lit up at some point.

The light came from Julo's sword.

The sword light accompanied by the storm came to Wang Po's body, and at this time, his iron knife had to continue to cut through the rain street, maintaining a sufficient number of spatial cracks, so that Zhu Luo's Reflecting Moon Sword could not break through in front of him, until Chen Changsheng and Su Li behind him, he had no way to pay attention to those sword lights.

Those sword lights were not very bright, and even looked a little dim, but Wang Po's perfect sword domain could not play any role in blocking them. The sword light fell, only a sneering sound could be heard, Wang Po's clothes shattered suddenly, and several extremely clear sword marks appeared on the surface of the perfectly cleansed body, and blood slowly overflowed from those sword marks.

The sword light kept passing over his iron knife and falling on his body, which seemed to be an understatement, but in fact it was unforgettable.

Each sword light would cut a wound on his body, bringing out a stream of blood.

Wang Po had no intention of evading it.

He stood up straight.

It's just that how long can he stand? How long can he hold the iron knife in his hand?

At this moment, those enemies of Su Li, seeing that Wang Po was suppressed by Zhu Luo's wind and rain, they took action one after another and attacked Su Li.

A trace of coldness flashed in Zhang Liang's eyes, and the Qiushui Sword slashed towards those young people.

At the same time, Chen Changsheng was holding Su Li with one hand, and holding a short sword with the other, constantly stabbing out.

Several figures were knocked down.

Right now. A figure that fell not far from Su suddenly made a move.

It was an Assassin, to be exact.

The assassin was unmasked, his usual appearance, his eyebrows and eyes were everywhere, and the rain fell on his face, leaving no traces, and his appearance could hardly leave a trace in people's hearts.

This is a very ordinary person, like a stone on the side of the road, a tile in the ruins.

The Assassin swept past Su Li in the rain.

His body looks very ordinary, but it is fast.

Then he drew his sword.

His sword is ordinary, and his swordsmanship looks ordinary, but fast.

In short, everything is born quickly.

But the realm of this assassin was very unusual, and the tip of that ordinary sword silently shone with countless star shavings.

An extremely powerful but extremely lonely aura came out with the sword.

Gather the stars in the upper realm!

It happened so suddenly that many people didn't react.

Zhang Liang glanced at the assassin and hesitated, but he also pretended not to react.

Because he knew that it was Liu Qing.

He knew better that Liu Qing would not kill Su Li.

Where did Chen Changsheng know this, a heat appeared, he pushed Su Li away, pushed him to Zhang Liang's side, and he tried his best to block Liu Qing's sword.

It's a burning sword!

Liu Qing's sword did not stab Su Li, but fell on Chen Changsheng's body.

Although the burning sword blocked most of the sword intent, he was still stabbed, and although the wound was not deep, the blood flowed out involuntarily.

Chen Changsheng knew that this assassin was on the way to Xunyang City, and the other party followed him all the way.

Su Li said that his name is Liu Qing.

Zhang Liang glanced at Chen Changsheng apologetically, this game, he is useless, he has to come to the other party.

One hit missed, Liu Qing continued to stab Su Li with his long sword, stabbing several times in a row.

But they were all blocked by Chen Changsheng with Ye Zhi Bu, but they were blocked with his body.

He had been stabbed several times, and his shirt was stained red with blood.

Liu Qing looked at Chen Changsheng expressionlessly, and stabbed out with a sword again, only this time, his sword was not stabbed at Su Li, but directly at Chen Changsheng.

Assassins in the Gathering Star Upper Realm were very rare, how terrible was the killing blow of this kind of assassin, Chen Changsheng had not yet taken it, and he felt a touch of night rushing towards him, as if he wanted to obliterate all light.

Chen Changsheng knew that he was going to die. He has been with the shadow of death for several years, and he is most sensitive to death, but at this time he does not care much, or has not had time to care.

No one can change that. Su Li, who had not recovered from his serious injuries, could not, and neither could Wang Po, who had struggled to support him in the torrential rain and had become a bloody man. Of course, Hua Jiefu and the priests wanted to stop Liu Qing's sword, but they only had time to exclaim.

There is only one person in Xunyang City who can prevent Chen Changsheng's death, and that person is Zhu Luo.

He is a legend who has stepped into the sacred realm, and although his sword light was stopped by Wang Po on the side of Rain Street, as long as he is willing to pay enough price, he can still find a way to come to this side of Rain Street.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the rain clouds in the sky, and a bright light suddenly appeared. There seems to be an extra demon moon in the rain on the street, which looks like a virtual scene, but it seems to be a real thing.

The iron knife was extremely stable in the wind and rain, and Zhu Luo was still there, but a middle-aged man with long hair and a shawl suddenly appeared in front of Su Li, and it was a magical existence that was almost like a doppelganger.

The moon in the water, this is a body technique, and it can even be said to be a divine technique.

At the most critical moment, one of the strongest people in the continent finally used his strongest means.

He reached out and grabbed Chen Changsheng and threw him to the side of the street, leaving Su Li to Liu Qing.

It's so simple to appear, simple to throw, simple to make.

Julo solved all the problems.

He will let Chen Chang live.

He would let Sue leave and die.

Moreover, it was an assassin who killed Su Li, and he had nothing to do with him.

Even if he is Zhu Luo, it is troublesome to have the blood of Uncle Lishan's little uncle on his hands.

Sure enough, it is worthy of wind and rain in all directions.

Wind and rain in Xunyang.

It turned out that from beginning to end, all the situation was under his control.

However, at this moment, he suddenly noticed that someone in the audience was laughing.

No, more precisely, two people laughed.

The first person to laugh was Liu Qing, who laughed a little weirdly.

Then the person who laughed was Su Li, who smiled with some emotion and mixed emotions.

Why are they laughing?

When Liu Qing's sword did not pierce Su Li's body, but into Zhu Luo's phantom, everything finally had an answer.