The knife that Wang Po slashed at Zhu Luo at the beginning was the strongest knife in his life, Su Li did not react, at this time Wang Po retracted the knife and returned, but his cheers penetrated the torrential rain and fell on everyone's ears. Because apart from Zhu Luo, he was the only one who walked in the sacred realm, and only he could understand how difficult it was for Wang Po to be able to put away his sword and return.

And this knife cut through that wet leaf! What does this mean? This shows that Wang Po has seen through the wind and rain that Zhu Luo has brought in!

How incredible it is that a cultivator in the upper realm of the stars can cross the threshold and see the rules of that world. It is extremely difficult to see through, not to mention that it can be slashed, Wang Po's comprehension on the path of the knife is really profound, not like he has only practiced for decades, as if he has been immersed in hundreds of years for a long time!

Su Li had seen countless cultivators in his life, and had personally taught Akiyama-kun, Qijian, and Chen Changsheng, but he was still shocked by the talent contained in this sword.

The rain-washed blades meet the wet fallen leaves in the air. Anything will become heavier when it is wet, this fallen leaf is as heavy as a mountain at this time, but it still can't withstand the slashing of the iron knife, only a muffled sound can be heard, the wet leaf has become countless debris, and it goes to **** in all directions, and a sharply larger ball seems to appear on the dark rain street.

The furious True Yuan was accompanied by countless fallen leaves, countless dense holes were shot out of the hard bluestone ground, and the street walls that had already left countless knife marks were cut into piles of sand.

Wang Po horizontal knife in front, knife domain and then cloth.

His body, as well as Chen Changsheng who was holding the reins further behind, and Su Li on horseback, were all protected behind the iron knife.

A dense crisp crash sounded on the rainy street, like tens of thousands of needles falling on the smooth metal surface at the same time, continuously.

The wind in the rainstorm also became more rapid, blowing everything, and in the ruins of the inn a few miles behind, a delicate abacus lay in the sewage, and the abacus was stirred by the wind, making a crackling sound, which really looked like a piece of music.

The wind and rain gradually stopped, the long street gradually quieted, and the abacus on the abacus gradually stopped.

Wang Po was still standing in place, not giving a step, the iron knife was still in his hand, and he had no intention of putting it down, but his face was already very pale, and his simple clothes were full of tears and bloodstains.

The streets were silent, and the remnants of the eaves were dripping with water, ticking, but no one was upset, because no one cared about these things.

Chen Changsheng no longer had the reins in his hand. He held the sword in both hands and looked ahead earnestly and intently, looking at the invincible powerhouse who seemed to be a god through Wang Po's shoulder. Wang Po was already seriously injured. And Zhu Luo has not really made a move until this time. No matter how you look at it, Wang Po has already been defeated, but after all, he blocked Zhu Luo for a moment, which is already remarkable.

Next, it was naturally up to him to stand in the way.

Zhu Luo didn't pay attention to Chen Changsheng's movements, looked at Wang Po with a slight expression and said, "I didn't expect it...... You haven't cultivated to the pinnacle of the Gathering Star Realm, and you're still very far away from being a half-step from the Divine Realm, so you can glimpse the edge laws of the Divine Realm?"

Wang Po said: "All things are the same, and the secular and the sacred have their own commonality. ”

Zhu Luo said: "With such talent and understanding, no wonder you dare to knife me...... What's the point?"

Yes, for the whole thing, Wang Po's talent and perseverance mean nothing.

Because he couldn't defeat Julo.

With Zhu Luo's sword still in its sheath, the strongest man on the Easy List was covered in blood and seriously injured.

The fame moves in all directions, the wind and rain are like obscurity, and it is really unimaginably strong.

The gap between the two lies in the years, in the realm, and in the abyss that separates the sacred from the mundane, which cannot be smoothed out by talent and will.

But some people don't see it that way.

"You lost. Su Li said.

The crowd in the distance watched the scene, listening to these words, and had a lot of puzzlement, thinking to themselves, how could this be possible? Wang Po was covered in blood at this time, and he was obviously seriously injured, where was there any chance of victory?

Su Li sat on horseback, looked at Zhu Luo and said, "Don't you feel ashamed to lose to such a junior?"

Zhu Luo's hair scattered on his shoulders was slowly fluttered by the wind, and so were his eyebrows, but just as he was about to say something, he fell silent, and looked down at himself, where there were no wounds, no blood, only a corner of his robe slowly falling.

A tiny piece of his left sleeve had been cut off.

Whether it was for Zhu Luo, or for any realm cultivator, this would not affect their combat effectiveness. But looking at the piece of cloth that fell into the rain in front of his feet, Zhu Luo did not speak for a long time. Looking at this scene, the crowd was silent, thinking to himself if he really lost, where did he lose?

No one understood Su Li's words and Zhu Luo's silence, Chen Changsheng didn't understand either, and Liang Wangsun vaguely understood. Wang Po understood, but he didn't accept it.

Winning or losing and winning or losing literally mean exactly the same thing, but at certain moments and in certain circumstances, if you lose, it doesn't mean that you lose, for example, the head of the thug in a black and white shirt was smashed into the concrete floor, but he still touched a piece of wood and gently smashed the bald head of the peerless villain, which made no sense, but he won. Su Li naturally would not use such a value judgment to evaluate the first meeting between Wang Po and Zhu Luo, of course Wang Po was defeated, undisputed, deserved, and justified, but he still thought that the person who lost was Zhu Luo.

Zhu Luo's reaction at this time shows that he agrees with Su Li's statement in a certain way.

When Zhou Du's husband was three years old, could he defeat the invincible opponent in the world? When Tianhai Niangniang first entered the palace, who could he beat? Can you beat Wang Po when he is so old? This is what Su Li wants to say to Zhu Luo. It sounds a bit strong, but it actually makes a lot of sense, but this kind of truth should be explained in the realm of the most powerful people on the mainland.

Chen Changsheng understood, and thought with a blank expression, if he was compared according to the same age, then he would ...... Oh, and Xu Yourong, and Chen Chujian girl, isn't it the most powerful? Su Li didn't know Chen Changsheng's mental activity at this time, otherwise he would definitely laugh at him, and he then said to Zhu Luo: "There is another problem, that is, you have regressed too much. ”

Zhu Luo was silent, displeased, and the light rain fell, and he didn't dare to touch the big dan on his body, so he avoided floating away.

"Back then, you were able to kill the second demon general with a sword and the moon, how can you be the opponent of the siren now? The dashing man who used to write poems and kill people is now dying of old age and has no sharpness, this is okay, you are not a person who acts without atmosphere, even the woman in Tianhai is not comparable, and he has not dared to step into Kyoto for hundreds of years, and now he wants to take advantage of the situation to kill the younger generation who may threaten his position, tsk, you are really good enough. ”

Su Li continued: "Why? You are old, you are almost a thousand years old, and you should have died a long time ago. What is it to be old and not die? A thief, an old thief. People, just like trees, when they are at their strongest, they should desperately swagger in the spring breeze, and they live too long and still live desperately, and their bodies grow old and turn into rotten wood, until they are finally scorched to ashes by lightning, what is the meaning of this?"

Zhu Luo finally spoke, looked at him and said, "Are you finished?"

Su Li said: "The scolding is over." ”?

Zhu Luo said: "What you say is reasonable. ”

Su Lijian raised his eyebrows slightly, came with some interest, and asked, "What?"

Zhu Luo said, "This is your second sword. ”

Every word is a sword, every sentence is a sword, Su Li is seriously injured and difficult to fight, but the sword heart is still there, and words can also hurt people.

Su Li looked at him quietly, confirming that this old guy really had the qualifications to be arrogant, and he was not affected in any way.

"I took your two swords, so it's time for me to take out my swords. ”

After saying this, Zhu Luo's right hand broke through the stratus like a dragon, came to his waist, and held the hilt of the sword.

The clouds returned, the rain fell again, the sky was dark, the fallen leaves came, and the sky was full of water droplets.

Julo drew his sword from his sheath. The sword wasn't bright, and it didn't look out of the ordinary. However, the edge of the clouds that shrouded the sky above Xunyang City suddenly became brighter, as if it had been plated with a layer of silver. Is that a halo? what's behind the clouds? it's the sun? no, it's the demon moon that shouldn't be in the human world.

That was Julo's past, the greatest glory.

Many years ago, he saw the bright moon in the snowfield, chanted a very beautiful poem, killed a strong opponent, and became a strong generation of strong people in the mainland, with the title of drinking alone under the moon.

Finally, this powerhouse showed Xunyang City the true scene of the Holy Realm.

Through the heavy rain curtain and thousands of wet leaves, Chen Changsheng sensed the majestic and solemn power of light, felt that his body was getting stiffer and stiffer, and even subconsciously wanted to avoid it. This is from the Holy Realm? It turns out that the realm here is not the star realm of the Star Gathering Realm, a piece of light envelops everything, and there is no division at all, so how should he attack? He has read through the Daozang since he was a child, and when it comes to insight and knowledge, he is definitely not inferior to others, but he can't understand the light on the edge of the clouds and the light brought by the sword, because the rules of operation of the divine realm have exceeded his comprehension.

Pitch-black rainstorms, bright swords, lead clouds that seem to burn.

In front of such a spectacular background, Wang Po's figure seemed even smaller, as if he could be swallowed up at any time.

"Forget it!" Chen Changsheng shouted at him.

Wang Po didn't turn around and said, "I still want to try again, it's not easy to have this kind of experience." ”

The torrential rain washed his face, without fear or joy, like a voice, calm and palpitating, and respectful.

It was true peace, the calm of dying at night.

Chen Changsheng didn't say anything more, knowing that he had learned something again.

Julo's sword arrived.

The world is either light or dark. The sword came, the dark wind and rain came with the light, no matter how big the world was, there was no corner to dodge, and Wang Po couldn't dodge.

He took out the knife again, swinging the knife straight without any new ideas, and the knife fell where it fell, but it was full of novelty.

What he slashed was not the sword light, not the fallen leaves flying in the sky, not Zhu Luo more than ten zhang away, but the wind and rain.

Wind and rain travel in the space.

Wang Po's iron knife fell straight down, cutting through the rain pillars, smashing the wind wisps, and cutting through the space.

With a bang, a dark breach appeared on the rainy street.

As long as you are in this world, there is no way to avoid this sword of Julo?

So, let's cut a new path and go to a new world together!