From Tianliang to Wenshui, from Tiannan to Demon Domain, from Xunyang City to Kyoto, from Tanzhe Temple to Snow Street, Wang Po has been preparing for the knife.

He had been accumulating this knife for many years, in order to cut a passage between the starry sky and the earth, and cut off the threshold.

Tie Shu clearly felt that after Wang Po's sword intent climbed to the peak, it did not stand still, but continued to improve, and some unknown changes were faintly occurring.

Wang Po has already cultivated to the peak of Gathering Stars, and he will continue to improve, isn't it what is the Broken Realm?

A loud roar resounded on both sides of the Luoshui River.

Tie Shu's figure disappeared from Wang Po's eyes—not really disappeared, between the snow clouds and the ice, his figure was everywhere.

The breath of heaven and earth and the legal rules hidden in it were moved by his figure, and the invisible flower with a metallic luster fell from the sky, enveloping Wang Po's knife in the middle.

He used heaven and earth to bind Wang Po's sword intent.

The flower blooming between heaven and earth is the figure of his body that appears with anger, and the hands that glow with coldness!

The iron tree blooms, and the flowers bloom ten thousand, each flower and each petal, representing the legal rules of heaven and earth, which is extremely powerful.

If Wang Po wants to survive, he can either see through these legal rules, or break through head-on.

He has only been cultivating for decades, where can he see through the means that the iron tree has been boiled out of the long years.

No matter how much his sword intent was raised, he couldn't cut through the iron tree, which contained the law of heaven and earth, at this time.

So what should he do?

Wang Po's sword intent rose sharply and broke out of his body.

With a soft thud, his left arm snapped and flew towards the sky.

A streak of blood appeared in the monotonous world that had no other color except snow white.

The clouds and dancing snow in the sky were painted in brilliant colors at this moment.

The sky is full of blood, shocking, like flowing magma, and like a rotten plum, to burn everything clean, to pollute everything.

In the blood, there was an aura of extreme fear and awe.

There was a shout of disbelief somewhere in the sky, it was the voice of the Iron Tree.

From the moment Wang Po cut off an arm, his arm was his knife, and his blood was his Dao, so what kind of knife intent did he use?

Why is this sword intent so powerful, so terrifying, that it can easily break through the legal rules of heaven and earth?

If the Pope or the Merchant Boat were here, they might be able to see it.

This knife means that the name is Burning the World, and it is the two-cut knife trick of Zhou Du's husband back then.

In the end, cultivating the path often leads to the same end, but Wang Po used the sword intent of two broken knives at this time, but it has nothing to do with this sentence.

Previously, on the bank of Luoshui, Chen Changsheng told him about his understanding of the two broken knives, but he just listened to it casually and didn't care.

But can he really care?

Of course not.

Zhou Dufu is recognized as the strongest under the starry sky, and he uses a knife.

Wang Po is recognized by the world as the most powerful sword master after Zhou Dufu, and he also uses a knife.

Whether he admits it or not, resists or not, Zhou Du's sword path has always affected his cultivation.

As long as the name exists, as long as the Two Broken Knives still exist, this influence will always be there.

He knew very well that even if he could temporarily break the Iron Tree's Heaven and Earth Law Doctrine Blow, even if he could temporarily break the sword intent, it would inevitably have a great impact on his sword path cultivation in the future.

But he still slashed down.

If it was just inheritance, this knife would still not be enough to cut the flower of the Iron Tree.

But his own body was the first to be cut with this sword.

His knife came from Zhou Dufu, but what he cut was the influence of Zhou Dufu's husband on him and all the knife learners in later generations.

It's not inheritance, it's not inheritance, it's acceptance, and then discarding.

No one else in the world can do that.

Even if he is Wang Po, he needs to cut off his own arm.

But as his arm flew into the sky, all the fog in his heart had been dispelled, the shadows disappeared, and his eyes were clear and clear.

Then, his knife slashed at the blossoming flowers of the Iron Tree.

As a result, the sky was full of slurry, and the flowers fell like mud.

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Wang Po's Dao heart was unprecedentedly calm, and the blood sprinkled around him was extremely hot, melting the snow in the air and the ice on the surface of the river.

With his own blood, his iron knife broke through the petals that represented the laws of heaven and earth, and came to the front of the iron tree.

The sword is still unsheathed, and its meaning has penetrated between heaven and earth.

The terrifying, devastating, devastated meaning, the resolute, indifferent aura, had vanished without a trace, and only he was left.

Like snow-capped mountains, like green pines, unshakable.

If by this time, his iron sword was already unsheathed, or maybe he could really defeat the iron tree.

Fortunately, his knife still hadn't been unsheathed.

Tieshu knew that this was an opportunity he should seize.

In today's battle in Luoshui, Wang Po's talent and courage were really beyond his imagination, which shocked him.

But even if Wang Po broke through that threshold in disbelief, Tieshu was still confident that he would easily achieve the final victory.

Because he had already seen Wang Po's problem.

Wang Poyun's knife has been too long.

Time is enough, but it often brings new problems that you didn't even realize it yourself had.

For example, his knife was still in its sheath at this time, and the scabbard was bent.

If he wants to go out of the knife, it will be a little more troublesome and slower than before.

Even a moment of lightning could change the outcome of this battle.

In the cold roar, the figure of the iron tree appeared above Luoshui, and in the midst of thousands of flowers, he slapped his palm on the top of Wang Po's head.

Just like it did at the beginning.

Wang Po didn't seem to know that his knife was still in the sheath, and continued to swing the knife, his expression was calm, and even looked a little wooden.

Suddenly, a very soft voice sounded between heaven and earth.

It was a soft snap.

It sounds like the yellow leaves of the Tanzhe Temple being blown by the wind, and it is a little like the snow on the long street being trampled on.

No, it seems that something is broken.

It's the ice that has been melted and thinned by the heat, and it's the cold willows that have been cut off by the aftermath by the embankment!

It's a silver bottle that is broken, and there are thousands of troops!

It's the ice that finally breaks, and the spring is full of mountains!

It's the breaking of the realm.

It's the king's break.

Wang Po broke the realm!

The iron knife broke out of its sheath and slashed at the iron tree!

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This is, of course, the most powerful knife in Wang Po's life.

Heaven and earth must respond to this in order to pay some respect.

The snow falling in the clouds suddenly stopped.

Countless cracks appeared in the ice on the surface of Luoshui, turning into thousands of thick ice floes.

The ice floe kept arching and then falling, as if a grumpy beast was hiding underneath.

In fact, it was the river that was disturbed by the breath of heaven and earth, and it kept rushing.

I don't know how long it took, but everything was quiet again.

Wang Po held the iron knife and looked into the distance more than ten miles away.

His severed arm was gone, covered in blood, his face pale, but his eyes were very serene.

More than ten miles away, Tieshu stood on the ice, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head.

He fell backwards into the water of the river full of ice and dead willow branches, and died.