This year's winter in Kyoto is much colder than usual, it is still early winter, and Luoshui has frozen, especially the river outside the canal gate, the ice is already thick enough to stand on people.

Wang Po and Tie Shu stood on the ice of Luoshui at this time.

There was a breach more than ten zhang square between the two, and the river was rippling in it, and it was extremely dark and dull, like an abyss.

The thunder that resounded through Kyoto started in the snow street and finally landed here.

Tieshu held his hands behind his shoulders and looked at the other side expressionlessly, as if he hadn't made a move before.

Wang Po's iron knife was horizontal in front of him, and his clothes were torn out of many holes, especially in the clothes, neckline and sleeve corners, as if they had been blown by the wind for decades.

In those tears, blood stains could be faintly seen.

It was clear that he had already been injured in just a few faces, and the injuries did not look light.

But there was no relaxed look in Tieshu's eyes, let alone contempt and disdain, but more solemn, and even a little vigilant.

The iron knife that Wang Po was holding horizontally was still unsheathed, and several clear finger marks could be seen on the scabbard, and even obvious bends had occurred.

He still didn't come out of the knife.

A powerhouse in the Divine Realm took the lead, and he didn't even use the sword.

This is a very puzzling and shocking thing.

What was even more shocking was that although he was not lightly injured, he was still alive.

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When facing Zhu Luo on the Rain Street in Xunyang City, Wang Po did not hesitate to use his strongest sword technique to cut out countless spatial cracks, so that he could barely separate Zhu Luo's Yuehua on the other side of the Rain Street.

Today, facing Tetsuki on the snow street in Kyoto, his knife didn't even come out of the sheath, so he was able to catch Tetsuki's move.

Tieshu and Zhu Luo are both wind and rain in all directions, and in terms of combat power alone, they are even faint above Zhu Luo.

This can only show that in just two years, Wang Po's knife has been much stronger than when he was in Xunyang City.

Tie Shu's face was expressionless, but his mood was a little delicate.

Without using a knife, he can take a strong blow from himself, and he can still stand, and the other party is really the strongest among the younger generation.

He didn't know how much progress Wang Po had made in the past two years, but he knew that the other party was stronger than the rumors, and even much stronger than when he was in the Tanzhe Temple.

This kind of improvement speed is really incredible.

He couldn't judge how far Wang Po was from that threshold now.

Again, that's the same sentence.

-- Wang Po still didn't come out with the knife.

"What kind of knife is this?" Iron Tree suddenly asked.

Since Wang Po didn't make a knife, what is he asking with this sentence?

If there were people watching the battle on both sides of Luoshui at this time, they would definitely not understand this sentence.

Wang Po understood.

Knife is a word, but it can mean many things.

The knife itself.

The move of the knife.

The trajectory of the knife.

The path of the knife.

He didn't make a move, but he did make a move.

This move is a horizontal knife.

Wang Po's knife path, as well as the magic of this move itself, are all contained in this horizontal range.

In this way, he was able to catch one of Tieshu's attacks without using a knife.

Iron Tree had never seen such a wonderful sword technique.

What he asked was the name and origin of this trick.

"I don't know. ”

Wang Po said: "He didn't tell me. ”

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It is still a little far from Wei Mansion to Bei Terracotta Hutong, and you will pass by Luoshui.

Wang Po and Chen Changsheng had traveled all the way before, and they had stopped to talk on the bank of Luoshui.

There are cold willows, embankments, ice on the river surface, and stories on the banks of Luoshui.

They didn't say anything when they first met in Xunyang City, and this time they met again in Kyoto, knowing that they would be separated again later, maybe even goodbye forever, so they talked a lot.

They talked about Wang Zhice's time, talked about the present day of Nai He Bridge, and each other's past.

Looking at the iron knife on his waist, Chen Changsheng thought of the mausoleum in Zhou Yuan, the owner of that mausoleum, and the knife technique painted on the black coffin, and gave birth to an idea.

That set of knife techniques could not be passed on by word of mouth, so he could only tell Wang Po some of the gains he had learned from it.

Wang Po did not express his gratitude or refuse, but it could be seen that he was not too interested.

Even if he knew that it was the strongest set of sword techniques in the past.

Because he has his own knife path, and his knife path is diametrically opposed to Zhou Dufu's one-two swords.

Chen Changsheng went on to say that he had learned swords from Su Li in the wasteland.

Many cultivators in the world are very interested in this matter, or rather, very jealous.

Wang Po was not jealous, because he didn't like Su Li, but it was Su Li's sword after all, so he was a little interested.

Especially when Chen Changsheng mentioned that he followed Su Li's third sword, in fact, Su Li didn't learn it either.

He told Chen Changsheng that he wanted to learn this sword.

Chen Changsheng said yes.

They stood under the cold willows on the bank of Luoshui and said a few words.

Then, Wang Po learned the sword.

He is the third person in the world to learn this sword.

And it took him only a few words.

I don't know what kind of mood Su Li will feel after knowing about this.

That sword is called the stupid sword.

To learn this sword, it takes a thousand tempers, and what is needed is constant monotonous and boring repetition.

This sword requires not talent, but an insistence that borders on stupidity.

So Su Li couldn't learn this sword because he was too smart.

It stands to reason that no matter how amazing Wang Po's talent is, there is no way to learn this sword in such a short time.

Interestingly, Wang Po's method of practicing swords is very similar to Chen Changsheng's method of practicing swords, that is, practicing characters.

He had swung the iron knife too many times over the decades.

Now, he only needs to use the sword as a knife to be able to cast this sword, or this sword.

As a result, Tieshu's terrible hands failed to break through his scabbard.

"You lost because you were wrong. ”

Wang Po looked at Tie Shu on the opposite side and said, "You shouldn't stop me from making a knife." ”

Tieshu was silent for a moment and said, "What's the explanation?"

Wang Po said: "When the knife is hidden in the sheath, there will be all kinds of changes, infinite possibilities, although it is not the strongest, but it is the most difficult to break. ”

Tieshu said, "Do I have to wait foolishly until you draw your sword?"

Wang Po said: "If you don't dare to look at the truth of this knife, then the truth will often not be as you wish." ”

Tie Shu's expression was indifferent, and the hands behind him were clasped, and countless cold lights and edges overflowed from his fingers, silently chopping the wind and snow into pieces.

This scene is a sign of his mood at this time, because Wang Po said what he wanted, so will he predict the ending?

His gaze fell on Wang Po's iron sword, and he said mockingly: "Then you can show me the truth, if you can still do this." ”

Wang Po's knife is the truth.

Since he left Huaiyuan, the whole world has been looking forward to it.

However, the iron knife was already bent at this time, and how could he pull the knife out of its sheath?

As soon as the words fell, Tie Shu came to Wang Po's body, and his hands fell through the air.

The wind is blowing above Luoshui, and the snow flakes are trying to cover people's eyes, and they are faintly visible, ten finger shadows, and the snow breaks through the air, as if a giant tree stretches its branches, and it looks like a giant flower blooming.

Countless strong, metallic breaths fell towards Wang Po as those branches stretched and the petals unfurled.

Iron tree flowers.

This is the Dao of the Divine Realm, this is the power above the starry sky.

No matter how much that knife can be defended, it will not be able to cover the entire starry sky after all.

If Wang Po doesn't sword again, he will definitely die.

So Wang Po finally went out with the knife.

The knife is still in its sheath, and the intention has risen.

An extremely sharp, but extraordinarily simple sword path soared into the sky.

The wind and snow were sudden, and countless cracks appeared on the ice surface of Luoshui.

Feeling this sword intent, Tie Shu's expression suddenly froze, and the killing intent in his eyes was great.

Only he could see that Wang Po was actually trying to break through the realm with this knife!