Zhu Luo's sentence seems to be bland, but in fact it is extremely tough and domineering, everyone knows that this sentence should actually be: You actually dare to attack me?

Wang Po didn't move his feet, rolled up his sleeves, and began to wipe the iron knife, just preparing for war, and before he made a move, he had already made Zhu Luo extremely angry, because no one dared to make a move on him for many years.

The wind and rain in all directions are almost gods, and any attempt to attack the gods is a provocation, blasphemy, and death, even if it is just a gesture, it is unacceptable, even if that person is the king of Tianliang.

The people on Rain Street were also shocked, they didn't understand why Wang Po did this, he couldn't have any chance.

Zhu Luo's realm level had already transcended the mundane and entered the divine realm.

If you don't count the White Emperor and his wife, there are twelve strongest people in the human world, and he is one of them.

Wang Po is the top of the list, the undisputed strongest in the Mesozoic Era, it is indeed shocking to enter the Gathering Star Upper Realm at the age of confusion, but the distance from the Holy Realm is like a sea of stars and a swamp.

Many people are optimistic that Wang Po will enter the divine realm in the future and become a new generation of Bafang Fengyu, and may even have higher achievements, but that must be decades or even hundreds of years later.

The current Wang Po is in front of Zhu Luo, just a junior who can only bow down and be taught.

However, he is going to make a move on Julo?

"The juniors don't dare. ”

Wang Po raised his head and looked at Zhu Luo calmly and even a little sneeringly.

Zhu Luo's eyebrows and eyes gradually calmed down, and the atmosphere on Yujie was a little more relaxed.

Wang Po raised his iron sword, pointed at this unshakable mainland powerhouse through the rain curtain, and said, "Please ask the seniors to strike first." ”

There was an uproar in the streets and alleys, and even the sound of the rain was becoming more and more violent, but it could not hide the exclamations and discussions of the people.

Zhu Luo's eyebrows suddenly raised, the majestic aura broke through the sky, and the torrential rain suddenly dispersed.

Then he burst out laughing again, and his indifferent and faint laughter resounded throughout Xunyang City.

"It's a pity. ”

Zhu Luo said indifferently, looking a little regretful. Because among the few people in the human world who have the best chance to enter the divine realm, one person will die after today, and there will be no more chance.

"It's a pity. Su Li sighed.

He didn't want Wang Po to die, so he did something for this, but Wang Po didn't accept it, because Wang Po's sword path was different from his sword way, and it was not the same as Zhou Dufu's sword path back then, and his knife paid attention to a straight word.

When Wang Po rolled up his sleeves and wiped the knife, Su Li suddenly felt that this guy's knife might burst out in the future with a light that was completely different from himself and Zhou Du's husband, but it might be more interesting.

So he felt a pity.

This world has no chance to see Wang Po's knife in the future, presumably the world will also feel regretful.

Liang Wangsun looked at Wang Po in the rain and didn't say anything, his mood was slightly complicated. In order to accomplish something and complete his life experience, to give up his life for this reason and march to the unchallengeable, it is not too difficult for a genius like them to understand and unacceptable, so he wants to kill Su Li even if he gives his life, but there is a bloody sea in his spiritual world, why is Wang Po?

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly had a lot of admiration, thinking that it was no wonder that for more than 30 years, he had never been able to catch up with this person, no wonder for more than 30 years, no matter how crazy Xiao Zhang practiced for more than 30 years, no wonder Xun Mei could only imprison herself in the Tianshu Mausoleum, and only before she died did she stand side by side with this person with her transcendence of life and death.

The person who also looked at Wang Po was Chen Changsheng. He didn't speak, he didn't think too much, he just subconsciously gave birth to endless admiration. He thinks Wang Po is so handsome, and he doesn't know why...... It always made him feel a little close.

Then he figured out that Wang Po was very much like many people around him...... No, it should be that many people he knows are like Wang Po, in some ways, such as folding sleeves, such as Tang Thirty-six, such as Gou Hanshi, such as ...... Myself.

Those similarities are often the most shining places, such as persistence, gentleness, firmness, perseverance, pride, silence, Chen Changsheng saw everything in Wang Po and his friends. An old shirt, but there are countless lights. He also saw the beauty of Chen Chu's girl in Wang Po's body, and even saw Nanke.

Knowing that I am invincible, I still have to fight and die to you. Such a person is truly remarkable. In addition to the rest of his senior brothers, Chen Changsheng felt that he had another object to study in his monastic career.

So, he began to study.

He rolled up his sleeves as he drew the dragon's shortsword from its sheath.

At this moment, Wang Po inserted the handle of the knife into the sheath, and with a crisp click, the knife and the sheath merged into one and turned into a big knife, and then he slowly grasped the handle with both hands and looked directly at Zhu Luo in front of him.

Chen Changsheng thought to himself that it was really a coincidence, and inserted the hilt of the sword into the sheath, so the short sword turned into a horizontal sword with a long hilt, and he also clenched the hilt with both hands, staring at Zhu Luo on the other side of the street.

In this way, they stood in the rain one after the other at a distance of more than ten zhang.

Su Li sat on horseback, the rain washed his face, a little pale, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Zhu Luo walked over, the rain did not become heavier, but the wind became more damp and cold, the light was extremely dim, and some people looked up at the sky, and saw that the color of the dark clouds in the sky was much darker.

Under the moon, he drinks alone and does not go on a blind date, his way is to be ruthless and lonely.

As his footsteps rose and fell, the fallen leaves in the rain were suddenly shaken, and the droplets of water were fluttering everywhere by the cold wind.

There were several muffled snorts and cries of pain in the crowd, and those wet leaves that were blown by the strength were like strong arrows, cutting several cultivators, and only then did people wake up and understand how terrible the next battle was, and they all avoided the streets and alleys farther away, but in an instant, the long streets became quieter and emptyer.

The word empty is not exact, because there are also torrential rains.

In the torrential rain, the truly irresistible wind and rain of this continent are slowly approaching.

Wang Po carried the knife, Chen Changsheng led the horse, and Su Li sat on the horse, facing the wind and rain.

Standing at the forefront is Wang Po.

With a soft sound, the iron knife rose in front of him in the rain.

Wang Po didn't make a move, because he was a junior, and Zhu Luo was a senior.

Zhu Luo naturally wouldn't take advantage of him, raised his hand, and tapped it in the heavy rain curtain, which was equivalent to making a move.

A muffled thunder sounded in front of Wang Po's body, the wind was fierce, and the rain poured down, as if there was a waterfall in that place.

The wet fallen leaves are still fluttering in the rain.

Zhu Luo walked slowly, and the black daze was also fluttering in the rain.

Wang Po's face turned pale.

His blade domain was crushed by unimaginable force. In the air in front of him, rain flew wildly, and hundreds of traces kept appearing and then disappearing. Those traces were the collision between Zhu Luo's aura and his sword domain.

Zhu Luo didn't deliberately raise his breath, but when he walked slowly like this, he wanted to be like a courtesy.

Between him and Zhu Luo, the gap in the realm of strength is too obvious.

Zhu Luo's momentum and sword intent were not fully released, so the long street was empty, and even the silent walls on both sides of the street were cut by the fluttering wet leaves in the wind and rain.

Wang Po's hand holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly, and his knuckles were a little white.

The torrential rain soaked his whole body, and countless rains flowed, and I don't know how much was sweat in it.

Once they met, they knew that the golden wind could not blow Yulu, and he could not be Zhu Luo's opponent, but he still had no intention of turning away, and he did not retreat a step, and the iron knife was still horizontal in front of him, like a mountain like an embankment.

No matter how violent the wind and rain are, the embankment still does not collapse, and the mountain is still in front of you, straight and unparalleled.

Looking at the knife that was getting colder and colder washed by the rain, feeling the unyielding and unimaginable power coming from the knife, Zhu Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised, and Xue He in the distance was even more shocked and speechless.

Wang Po's knife was even stronger than everyone had imagined.

His sword was able to withstand the pressure of the Divine Realm.

How did he do it?

Xue He used a knife, looking at the tall and thin man on Yu Street at this moment, he finally fully understood what Su Li meant by what he had said to him.

- Wang Po only used a knife.

Only one knife is used, and there is only one kind of knife path, so that it is pure and strong enough!

Before Wang Po, the most famous sword master in this continent was Zhou Dufu. Zhou Du's husband only cultivates one kind of sword path, which is the way of killing, and he breaks life and death with life and death. Wang Po didn't know Zhou Dufu's knife, so he went his own way.

He took a straight path.

Wang Po's knife path is straight word for word. This straight is a straight straight. He walked straight, wrote straight strokes when keeping accounts, and never miscalculated numbers.

He sees things and does things, and he has always relied only on his likes and dislikes, likes and hates, and even his intestines seem to be straight. Therefore, even if his person is shabby, his sword will be cold when it comes out of its sheath, and it will be as straight as a cliff in the mountains.

No matter how violent the wind and rain are, how can they destroy a mountain cliff in such a short period of time?

Julo has already shot.

Next, it was Wang Po's turn to make a move.

Of course, his shot is a knife.

His shot was a stab.

He held the long handle of the scabbard and slashed at Julo through the storm.

There is no doubt that this must be the strongest sword in Wang Po's life, because Zhu Luo must be the strongest opponent he has encountered in this life, if it weren't for Su Li, it stands to reason that he would not have any reason to fight with Zhu Luo before stepping on the threshold of the Holy Realm, and based on the overall interests of the human race, Zhu Luo would not attack him.

In other words, the battle took place decades, if not centuries, in advance.

The sword was vigorous, and the edge pierced through all the rain curtains and came to Zhu Luo's body.

Zhu Luo still didn't mean to move his sword, and he struck again.

This time, he had two fingers out.

Wang Po's knife stopped in the torrential rain and could no longer go down.

More than ten zhang apart, Zhu Luo's two fingers turned into wind and rain, and caught Wang Po's strongest knife in his life. Just like Liang Wangsun had caught Chen Changsheng's sword with two fingers before. How far away is the strength gap between Chen Changsheng and Liang Wangsun, how far is the strength gap between Wang Po and Zhu Luo, or even farther!

The secular and the sacred are inherently unattainable.

The wind and rain and the iron knife met on the long street, holding each other, and the wet fallen leaves were still fluttering.

With a loud sneer, several tears appeared in Wang Po's clothes.

His sword domain is not perfect after all, especially after the knife is released.

Zhu Luo, the strongest person in the continent, his eyes are the wisdom sword.

A fallen leaf, secretly in line with the truth of heaven and earth, avoided Wang Po's knife momentum, and fell on the iron knife. It is unimaginable that the number of true elements fell at the same time with this fallen leaf, and a big mountain fell on top of the iron sword.

Wang Po's face was snow-white, and blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

His sword domain is broken.

What to do?

He took a sudden step forward.

Then he sank his waist, bent his knees, and turned his wrists.

He...... Collect the knife.

The iron knife broke through the rain and returned, only a soft sound could be heard.

The fallen leaf turned into shreds in an instant.

Su Li's cheers rang out in the rainstorm.

"Good knives!"

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