The second master of the Tang family has a handsome face.

But when he habitually laughs silently, it always seems exaggerated and funny.

Wang Po didn't like his way of laughing, because it made him feel very vague, and it seemed to hide a lot of emotions that he couldn't see through.

Many years ago, when he first arrived in Wenshui, he didn't like it when he saw each other for the first time in the ancestral hall of the Tang family.

At that time, the second master of the Tang family, looking at Wang Po in rags, his eyes turned slightly, and he smiled silently, just like looking at the wild dogs on the street, poor relatives who came to shelter from the rain.

At that time, Wang Po, looking at his face, gave birth to an extremely strong impulse or desire.

He wanted to swing the iron knife in his hand and smash the face and smile of the second master of the Tang family to shreds.

But for the sake of Old Lady Tang's face, for the sake of the face of Mr. Ledger's job, he did not take action.

So this desire has remained in the depths of his heart, and after many years, it has not diminished in the slightest.

To this day, when he saw the second master of the Tang family pushing the door out of the teahouse on the side of the street, with a shameless and silent smile on his handsome face, Wang Po could no longer suppress his impulse.

Enzhong is indeed like a mountain, but his iron knife has been hungry and thirsty for too long.

So, he swung his iron sword.

In Wenshui, when they were all young, he couldn't break the mocking smile on the face of the second master of the Tang family, it was because he didn't want to fight, he was enduring it.

Now he doesn't want to endure it anymore, and if he wants to fight, then he can naturally hit.

The Tang family's secret Ten Thousand Golden Leaf Body Method is indeed difficult to capture traces, and it is extremely mysterious, but in Wang Po's eyes, it is nothing.

In the second month of Wenshui, Mrs. Tang went to the tent and taught him this set of body methods in person.

He doesn't need to take out the knife, the iron knife is still in the sheath, he can beat the second master of the Tang family speechless.

The second master of the Tang family sat in the snow, his face was full of blood, and there was indescribable resentment in his eyes.

"My Tang family wants to protect your life...... Since you don't care and want to die, go for it. ”

Wang Po stood up, regained his grip on the iron knife, and slapped him, which naturally showed that he rejected the request of the Wenshui Tang family.

If he wants to kill Zhou Tong with Chen Changsheng, then he will have to fight Tie Shu head-on.

"It hasn't started yet, how can it be said to be sent to death?"

Wang Po looked at the second master of the Tang family and said, "This is where you are not as good as me, not as good as Xun Mei, and not as good as Xiao Zhang." ”

The beginning of this era of wildflowers is marked by some remarkable names.

Wang Po, Xun Mei, Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun, Xiao De......

Few people remember that at the very beginning, there was a surname Tang in this list.

"They are the same as you, they are not as good as me in terms of talent and chance, and they have never been able to catch up with me, but they have not given up and are always catching up. ”

Wang Po's gaze fell on the end of the snow street.

He knew that Xiao De was there, and Xiao Zhang might also appear.

Liang Wangsun took refuge and returned to Xunyang City, while Xun Mei would no longer appear.

"Cultivation and fighting are the same thing, and until the last moment, victory cannot be determined. In the end, Xun Mei caught up with me in the Tianshu Mausoleum, and Xiao Zhang still had the possibility. ”

Wang Po retracted his gaze, looked at the second master of the Tang family and said, "And you fought with me in Wenshui that year, and you felt that you could never be my opponent, so you turned to guess people's hearts and learn strategies...... That's throwing in the towel. From that moment on, you became a waste, and it was never possible to defeat me again, and you were not as good as me in this life. ”

The second master of the Tang family was stunned, his expression slightly dazed.

Wang Po's voice was very calm, without any deliberate mockery, just making a calm and objective judgment.

But anyone can hear a feeling in these words, a sense of condescension.

Because in his words, the word invincible is written.

That's what the strong are.

For those opponents who are also famous in the world, Wang Po's realm may be higher, but it is absolutely impossible to crush.

For example, Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun.

But in real battles, he has never been defeated, and often wins with crushing momentum.

It is because he is much higher in terms of momentum, will, mentality, and cognition of the world and his own heart.

Looking at Wang Po, Tie Shu showed admiration and gave birth to a lot of emotion.

There are talented people in the country, each leading the way for decades, but who can have such a big lead and such courage over the strong people of the same generation in those years?

Not to mention, these decades are the era of wildflowers, and countless talented cultivators have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Wang Po relied on a knife to suppress this generation of strong people or geniuses, and it was difficult to breathe, and it was difficult to get ahead.

Except for Zhou Du's husband, no one has ever done anything like this.

Appreciation and emotion, in the end, lead to the vigilance of the whole world.

Zhu Luo did not hesitate to die, and he also wanted Wang Po to die, this is the reason.

Since Wang Po was not ready to follow the advice of the Wenshui Tang family, then of course he would kill Wang Po, and even, he was a little anxious to kill Wang Po.

It's like that day in the Tanzhe Temple.

Because now, he is either different red or infinitely green, and he still has the ability to kill Wang Po.

What if it's not faster, if it's a few more days, if it snows two more times?

In a few days, two more snowfalls, perhaps, they will not be able to kill Wang Po.

This perception is very disturbing.

Even the starry sky that covers the world will tremble and be uneasy.

At that time, will there really be a second Zhou Dufu in the world?

No, even if it's just an assumption, it's not allowed.

Tie Shu looked at Wang Po and said, "I'm sorry. ”

Whether it is the oath of the stars, or bullying the small with the big, bullying the young with the old, or saying that the human race will fall a future giant, it is worth saying sorry to him.

Wang Po did not respond to his apology, because in his opinion, he would not necessarily lose this battle today.

Yes, the entire continent will not think that he will win, even if he is Wang Po.

But he doesn't think so himself.

Because the night rain in Xunyang City is very fast, the fallen leaves in the Tanzhe Temple are very beautiful, and the cold willows on the bank of Luoshui are heavy, like fog, but they can no longer cover his eyes.

Wang Po raised the iron knife and pointed at the iron tree, his movements were smooth and simple.

The iron knife trembled slightly.

It was not fear, but the desire to fight, the courage to hope.

From Tanzhe Temple to Snow Street, it has been many days, and he has not made a single knife.

Everyone knows that the next knife will be the strongest knife in his life.

There was only a table between him and Tieshu, and it stands to reason that raising a knife would touch Tieshu's shirt.

But when he raised his sword, it was as if there was a great river between them, so far away that the iron knife could not touch the iron tree's clothes.

This distance is the distance between the sacred realm and the human world?

Could his iron blade ignore this distance and fall above the stars?

Nobody knows.

When Wang Po didn't make a knife, there were infinite possibilities.

When he goes under the knife, it means that the infinite possibilities collapse into one truth.

The whole world is waiting to see the only truth, and I don't know who will not be able to bear this truth in the next moment.

At this moment, Tieshu made a choice.

It's a simple choice, but one that represents hundreds of years of experience.

He chose to make a move.

Don't let Wang break the knife.

He decided not to give Wang Po a chance to use the knife at all.

Whatever the truth of this knife was, he didn't want to look at it anymore.

Because he originally killed Wang Po, not took Wang Po's knife.

When he decided to strike first, no one could be faster than him.

Unless his opponent is also a powerhouse in the Divine Realm, or the Divine 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 its sheath.

The snow falling from the sky suddenly stopped.

A thunderclap resounded through the long street.

The buildings on both sides of the street have been turned to powder.

Countless thousands of snows that were still in the air also turned into powder.

The smoke vanished, the streets were empty, and Wang Po and Tie Shu disappeared without a trace.

But the thunder did not disappear, but continued to curl and continue.

Finally, it landed at Luoshui.