Wang Po's sword is very strong, strong enough to be sharp enough, with the true element condensation process of the Gathering Star Upper Realm, he can break through the seemingly fragile and actually the strongest spatial barrier, and at the same time, it is strong enough to deal with it, only the cut space can help him transcend the abyss between the mundane and the sacred, and resist Zhu Luo's sword that came with moonlight.

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

Su Li didn't applaud this time, his expression became solemn, not because Wang Po's knife was not exciting enough, but because he felt that this knife was too exquisite, it seemed that in the blink of an eye, between the two knives, Wang Po understood something in this battle with the strongest man in the mainland, and actually took a step forward on the knife path!

If this is true, Wang Po's cultivation talent can really be said to be shocking, and this kind of opportunity can also be said to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if he can survive this battle and completely digest and absorb the precious experience of this battle, maybe he can break through to the peak of the Gathering Star Realm in a very short period of time, and it is even very likely to see the threshold from the Holy Realm.

It's just that Wang Po can still survive, especially after his two knives have fully proved that he has the position of threatening Zhu Luo's Bafang Wind and Rain in a few decades? Su Li didn't have any hope for this, so his expression became more and more solemn. He felt that it was a pity.

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

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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's face became even paler, without any blood, and he looked particularly thrilling in the dim rain street. His expression was still calm and firm, but his special eyebrows drooped even more, and he looked a little depressed, more sour than usual, yes, his situation at this time was really bitter.

Zhu Luo's sword light cut his body, almost Ling Chi, how can he not be in pain? This pain is still in the spiritual world, in his heart, as a long-famous sword genius, he is now the identity of Tiannan Dahao, but when he meets Zhu Luo in his hometown Tianliang County, he can still only support and suffer so miserably, no matter how strong his natural will is, after all, he can't change the gap between strength and realm, just like what happened to the Wang family in Tianliang County many years ago, it is so desperate, how not to suffer?

Unless he puts away the iron knife at this time, leaves the rain street, and chooses to avoid, he can escape from these hardships.

However, there are many hardships in life, and there is no way to avoid them.

Wang Po has been accustomed to a hard life since he was a child, and he knows this very well. So he didn't mean to avoid it at all. He drooped his eyebrows, looked sad, lowered his head slightly, held the knife tightly, and stood in the torrential rain, letting the sword light that crossed his sword intent leave one blood after another on his body, and let those blood waters be washed away by the increasing rainstorm.

The sword intent on the rain street is still so straight, and the spatial crack that has been cut is still so straight, so the rainstorm falls into it and disappears, even Zhu Luo can't step forward for the time being, and most of his sword intent can't reach this side.

Wang Po also stood very straight. It's just that how long can he stand? How long can he hold the iron knife in his hand?

The rain was bitterly cold, and the wind was gradually fierce.

The abacus on the abacus in the ruins of the inn was plucked again, making a crackling sound, as if playing rhythm.

On the side street farther away, the musicians of the Liang Wangfu had already fled, all kinds of musical instruments were thrown all over the ground, and at this time they were blown around by the strong wind, the gongs hit the wall, the stones fell on the wall, the stones fell on the drum, the flute flew into the air, the air poured into the holes of the flute, making a whimpering sound, and there was a guqin, and the strings were broken......

Zheng Zheng Zheng.

It's a quick and chaotic tune.

When will the wind and rain stop, and when will the song end?

Nobody knows.

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Behind Rain Street, the crowd stood there, dead silent. Liang Zhen stood at the front, his expression inexplicably calm. Liang Hongxiang stood on the other side of the street, as if he didn't want to stand with Wang Ye's distant cousin, and for some reason, he looked at Wang Po in the wind and rain in the distance, his expression was a little weird, as if he wanted to cry, and seemed to want to laugh, in short, it was very complicated.

No one knows what will happen next, and no one even wants what will happen next.

The clouds covered the sky, the day was like night, the ordinary people in Xunyang City closed their doors and windows, or hid under the bed or hid in the tank, where they dared to come out, the people who were still on the street at this time were cultivators, and these cultivators were all here to kill Su Li. If it was an ordinary moment, when a strong man like Zhu Luo and Wang Po was fighting, they would never dare to make any abnormal moves, in case they angered the other party, who knew what price they and the sect behind them would pay. But today, many people don't care about this, and when they stepped into Xunyang City, they were ready to pay the price of their lives.

Liang Wangsun and Liang Hongmakeup, as well as Xue He, didn't think about anything, but those people thought a lot.

Su Li was riding on the back of the yellow horse at this time, and he looked very eye-catching in the wind and rain. Everyone knows that he is now equivalent to a wasted person, and Lin Canghai successfully forced out his last sword before. And how much Chen Changsheng had paid to resist Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun's attacks before, he should be very tired now. As for Wang Po, he was suppressed by Zhu Luo's sword at this time, and it was difficult to move. So, if he attacks Su Li at this time, who can save him? Who can block the gun for Su Li?

Many people thought so, so they began to do it, and they took advantage of the sound of the wind and rain to come out of the alley and walk towards the man on horseback in the rainy street. Liang Zhen and Liang Hongxiang looked at the people who walked past them, feeling the chill and killing intent on their bodies, and were silent, not stopping them, nor making any sound.

The reins of the yellow huss fell into the rain on the ground. I don't know if it's because of the horse breed or because of Su Li, the vision brought by Zhu Luo's sword and the terrifying battle aura fluctuation more than ten zhang away didn't make the horse run away in fright, but honestly lowered his head.

Chen Changsheng also lowered his head, looked at the ripples in the rain, and was silent.

The dragon yin short sword was finally connected to the scabbard, and it was the first time since leaving the old temple in Xining Town. At the beginning in Xining Town, Senior Brother Yu Yu would only choose this way of assembling swords when he went to the back mountains to hunt those powerful demon beasts. He did this today because he knew that the enemy he was facing today was too strong, and he also learned from Wang Po.

Suddenly, he looked up, then turned around.

Those cultivators didn't expect that he had been looking behind him.

Chen Changsheng and these cultivators looked at each other and were silent.

Not far away, that violent and divine sword intent had become stronger and stronger.

Chen Changsheng ignored that over there, there was Wang Po over there.

He just had to bother with this side now.

He's figured it all out, so he's calm.

His eyes were calm, and no matter how violent the rain fell on his face, it could not be disturbed.

A cultivator let out a loud shout, and his body suddenly turned into three places, and he attacked Su Li.

Chen Changsheng held his sword in both hands and slashed into the rainy sky.

Where the sword fell, a few zhang away, there was only one sword, but at the same time it slashed at the three figures in the rainy sky. Three.

This is not a wisdom sword or a burning sword, this is a plum blossom three lanes in the sword technique of Lishan.

It was three days ago that Su Li inadvertently told him.

Rub it off!

Then there was another sound.

As if at the same time, three sword sounds sounded in the heavy rain. The three figures stopped in the rain at the same time. Then the two figures dissipated, and the cultivator snorted and fell to the rain street clutching his chest!

The dragon sword was in his hand, as if it had come to life.

However, after a few rounds, those cultivators who were about to sneak attack Su Li fell one after another.

At this moment, he saw in the afterglow that Wang Po ...... It seems to be going to fall too.

In an instant, he made a decision.

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(Zhu Luo made a sword, Chen Changsheng made a sword, the audience made a sword, next, who else made a sword?)