The river was full of broken ice, and the iron trees were floating in the middle, their eyes open, dead.

His eyes reflected the gloomy sky, like the debris and water around his body.

There was a wound between his chest and abdomen, which was very straight and profound, directly cutting off the secluded mansion and the orifices, and cutting off his vitality.

From this wound, you can see Wang Po's previous knife.

His knife is still the same as before, and there are faintly many changes, and the realm is more profound.

The moment the iron knife broke, he successfully broke through.

The premise of doing this is that he has removed the shadow left by Zhou Dufu on his soul.

Facing the mountains ahead, some will choose to take a detour, some will choose to retreat, and some will choose to climb.

Wang Po has been moving towards the high mountain, and the peak is always close in front of him, but he can't get close.

Until that moment earlier, he broke his inner demons and then established his own sword path.

Iron Tree died in the Battle of his Standing Path, and he was not wronged.

But he had just broken through the realm, and his background was not enough, and if he wanted to cut down a Divine Realm powerhouse, he would inevitably have to pay a great price.

He had a broken arm, and injuries worse than those in his body were constantly encroaching on his meridians and mind.

The cold winter wind came out of the willows on both sides of the Luoshui River, gently stirring the broken ice on the surface of the water and everything in the broken ice.

Although the wind was cold, it was not strong, but the body of the iron tree in the broken ice turned into a light smoke with the wind and disappeared.

Then, the wind swept Wang Po's clothes, and the cracks were bigger, and blood suddenly gushed out like a waterfall.

Countless Dao breaths left his body along with those blood waters.

Wang Po's face did not have a trace of blood, whiter than the snow on the river embankment.

His body became extremely heavy, and he had no strength.

He walked towards the shore.

The water mixed with crushed ice seemed to have become much thicker, and it was difficult to walk through it.

A straight line of blood appeared in the river, and then spread out in both directions, freezing and congealing at the edges, turning into something like blood coral.

He didn't know where he should go at this time, but he just looked at the embankment east of Luoshui in front of him, and walked there.

He is used to moving forward.

Only this time he seems to have chosen the wrong one.

The heavy cold willows were blown by the wind, and many figures appeared.

The first to arrive at Luoshui was the second master of the Tang family, and behind him were hundreds of cavalry of the Yulin Army, as well as two Great Zhou generals.

His face was covered with subtle wounds, and he looked very embarrassed.

That was the injury caused by Wang Po and Tie Shu's first fight on Snow Street before.

Looking at Wang Po in Luoshui, the shock and anger in his eyes gradually disappeared and became indifferent.

Then he laughed silently, with an indescribable mockery, contempt, and pity in his smile.

Yes, you have successfully broken through the realm and become a powerhouse of the Divine Realm that the world fears.

However, in the next moment, you will die.

What a sad fact this is, and what a story to celebrate?

The second master of the Tang family smiled, raised his right hand, and waved it expressionlessly.

Hundreds of sharp arrows with dazzling light left the bank of Luoshui and fell towards the center of the river.

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There was silence in the palace, the atmosphere was extremely tense, and the snow on the eaves melted silently, and before it could fall, it turned into ice beads in the air.

Time walked slowly, and no one showed up.

Madame Mu looked at the snow clouds in the sky and raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

Who left the merchant boat in the palace?

And who made such a big noise on the streets of Kyoto?

No, if it were just him, the thunder wouldn't be so bright.

The thunder eventually fell on the water.

The legal principles of heaven and earth over Luoshui have changed.

An invisible flower fell from the sky.

An iron sword shot up into the sky.

Madame Mu was finally moved.

The king has broken through the realm!

Iron Tree is dead!

This surprised her, then fell silent, then awe-inspiring.

The words that Zhu Luo said in the Tianshu Mausoleum before he died were not only for Shang Xingzhou, but also for the couple.

If it were another time, she would definitely take action in person and beat Wang Po to death.

But at this time, she needs to leave the palace, grazing the snow clouds in the sky, temporarily resisting the will of the entire state religion, and she can't leave.

Fortunately, she could clearly feel that after Wang Po defeated Tieshu, he no longer had the strength to fight.

In Kyoto, he couldn't fight, and that was death.

If he dies, will Chen Changsheng still be alive?

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All around are high-level assassins, killers, and masters.

Xiaode stood in front of him.

Regarding the current situation, Chen Changsheng was not surprised.

He knew that the master wanted to kill him, and he knew it all along.

It has something to do with the Pope's position, but the more important reason is something else - he is too close to his brother.

Just because he didn't mention it to anyone doesn't mean he doesn't know.

He always thought that Master would choose the day when Uncle Pope returned to the Sea of Stars.

So he's going to finish the things that have to be done before that day comes.

In the yellow leaves in the sky, he went to Beixinqiao, exhausted his efforts, and made arrangements for the little black dragon to get out of trouble after two years.

In the snowstorm, he came to the North Terracotta Hutong to kill Zhou Tong.

He didn't expect that Master was so eager to die.

Maybe just today.

Yes, there was no sound on the long street.

Then it's today.

The last leaf remained in the bald branches of the begonia tree, and as the Assassin slammed into the courtyard wall, the leaf also fell, silently falling on the snow, in front of the leather boots.

Chen Changsheng's gaze moved upwards and landed on Xiao De's face.

This leading master of the young generation of the demon clan, who appeared in the North Terracotta Hutong today, naturally meant the White Emperor City, at least with the tacit consent of the saint couple.

In the past two years, there have been many gifts, greetings and honors from the White Emperor City to the National Religious Academy, and now that I think about it, all this is meaningless. He didn't ask the reason and reason, because all the reasons and reasons for things in the world are often the word profit in the end. The White Emperor couple had to consider the interests of the demon clan, even if they had a good impression of Chen Changsheng, it would not affect their indifferent judgment. Xiaode wants to consider his own interests, and he doesn't have any good impression of Chen Changsheng, for the sake of the eight hundred miles of the Red River and Luoluo, he is very willing to Chen Changsheng to die.

"I must ask you to die. ”

Xiao De looked at him and said seriously, and then smashed it with a punch.

This fist seems simple, but in fact it is extremely terrifying, and the majestic demon clan true yuan, driving the breath of heaven and earth, came directly to his eyes.

At the same time, the swords of more than a dozen Gathering Star Realm assassins poked out of the wind and snow, sealing all his retreats.

If Chen Changsheng retreats strongly, he will have to face these more than ten terrifying swords at the same time, and he will also have to face the even more terrifying Xiaode's fist.

If he chooses to move forward, he will inevitably be left behind by Xiao De's fist, and the more than ten swords will burst out with the most terrifying power at this moment.

Now it seems that no matter what he chooses, he will die.

Or maybe that's why he chose to move forward.

Forward and backward are all death, so why not move forward? Of course, forward.

He broke through the wind and snow, and stabbed out with a sword.

His movements were even faster than Xiao De's fists.

His sword intent was like a wildfire.

No, it should be Skyfire.

The fire that falls from heaven is lightning.

His sword stabbed into Xiao De's body like a bolt of lightning.

Xiao De's fist also reached his body at the same time.

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(I went to the hospital at noon and got home at 9 o'clock in the evening, I was really tired and didn't want to write, but I had the strength to write again.) Writing this chapter, I remembered that Xu Le kept moving forward on the spaceship, and then the soundtrack in his head was all a march, which was particularly majestic and powerful. ）