His knife was very strong, so strong that Congpu didn't dare to be careless, so strong that Mr. Er's face was extremely solemn, and so strong that the few remaining lotus leaves in the pond were all shattered.

Many monks will choose to use weapons, among which the most use of swords, followed by those who use guns, but there are also many people who are willing to fight with their bare hands, such as Chen Zhimo.

For example, from Pu.

He turned sideways and took a step to the left, the light of the knife slashing in front of him, and several strands of fluttering hair were broken.

The sword light flickered, but the sword momentum that followed was even more massive and suppressed, and he couldn't dodge from Pu, and he didn't want to dodge it, his feet stepped on the snow, and the soft snow was like an incomparably hard ground to him.

The knife slashed head-on, and the linen on his body split a thread.

With his hands hanging at his side, he raised his head like an evergreen tree that stands proudly on the snowy field and never withers.

The lone knife carried the wind and snow, and the wind and snow shrouded the earth, but it could not shake the evergreen tree in the slightest, and the knife momentum dissipated, marking criss-cross traces on the ground.

The sword is different from the sword, it is a weapon that opens and closes straight to the bottom.

Chen Luo also pays attention to a straight word with a knife, each of his knives is simple, but each knife is difficult to parry, because his knife is heavy, because his knife is sharp enough.

There is no scenery on the southern snow field, for example, the beautiful sea of Fuso flowers is also very far away, and the high priest also likes to pay attention to a quiet place after practicing all these years, so there is only a small pond, a sacred tree, two wooden houses, and a fence on all sides.

There are also broken lotus leaves, frogs that fell into the water.

This knife was enough to destroy a lot of things, like a cold wind blowing through the villages and towns on a cold night, but this knife did not destroy anything, because Congpu was standing there.

The cold knife momentum dissipated without a trace, Chen Luo didn't think that he could kill Congpu with one sword, he didn't even think that he could really kill Congpu, he was a very simple and pure person.

He believes that there are many truths in heaven and earth, because he understands and abides by enough truths, so he created the Qingjiao Division that is admired by many Tang people, because he is in heaven and earth and walks straight, so everyone in the world knows that the next president of the academy is not Mr. Chen, nor Zifei, but Chen Luo.

At the beginning, he thought that Xiao Boru didn't deserve to die, and he fought in the five realms with the body of the four realms, and almost died, because of the word truth.

Now I came to Nanxueyuan for the same reason.

The truth of the Tang Kingdom.

One knife can't kill Congpu, but he can cut another one, the knife is endless, just like what I said before, there will always be a person who dies in the end, it doesn't matter who it is.

Facing the oncoming sword light, there was no fear on Congpu's face, he stretched out his hand again, and all the snowflakes falling from heaven and earth were held in the palm of his hand, and he raised his hand to meet the knife light, and the knife light and snowflakes turned into nothing at the same time.

A large crack opened in the ground beneath their feet, and a distant mountain peak collapsed and scattered.

He took a step forward from Pu, countless scattered white snow condensed a bridge under his feet, and he stepped on the silver white between heaven and earth and walked slowly, like a god and demon walking on the road of life and death.

The wind blew away the black clouds overhead.

Out of nowhere, there was a soft snapping sound.

The crowd closed their eyes, as if they were bewildered by the light of the sword and the snow, and when they opened their eyes again, the two in the sky had already retreated.

A crack opened in the Mai on Pu's body, and the silver-white bridge under his feet slowly dissipated like a flutter, and it was like a starlight passing away.

Chen Luo held the knife, his face was expressionless, he was standing above the sky, he couldn't see clearly whether he was injured or not, his face was still calm, and his gaze was still so trusting.

The hand holding the short knife was still very tight.

The two looked at each other in the sky, and the sound of the knife sounded again, and the ice and snow that had accumulated for many years under their feet began to flow backwards, and the knife seemed to have evacuated the glacier and snow, cutting off the nature of heaven and earth.

Chen Luo stood in it, an invisible knife intent surrounded his body, and a gust of wind suddenly rose on the ground, it was not an ordinary wind, it was a spring breeze.

There is never a spring breeze in the southern snowfield, because the southern snowfield is always winter.

But at this moment, a spring breeze rose, that was the spring breeze of the Tang Dynasty, and that was the soul of the Tang people.

The aura on Chen Luo's body became more and more high, and he rushed into the sky with excitement, and the people of the entire Southern Snow Plains could feel this knife intent, this was a knife from the Tang Kingdom, this was a knife that adhered to the truth and rules, but wanted to break through the sky and the shackles.

The sword light came to him.

Mr. Two's complexion changed drastically, and Mr. Five's body Nanchuan had already been deeply buried in the sea of snow.

Lu Qinghou and Bai Yutang held their breath.

This is Chen Luo, Qingjiao Division Chen Luo.

This is the Tang people, the Tang people who dare to die and dare to die for the sake of the Tang Dynasty.

There is no shortage of such people in the world.

Congpu's eyes narrowed slightly, the sackcloth on his body was hunting, and his gray and black hair was fluttering back, he knew that Chen Luo in front of him was no longer just a simple Chen Luo.

The knife he uses is no longer a simple knife.

But the sword intent on his body is still very pure, because it is the knife of the Tang Kingdom, and it is the knife that countless Tang people have pinned their hopes on.

So this knife is very strong.

But there was no fear on Congpu's face, behind Chen Luo stood the entire Tang Dynasty, and he was in charge of the Tang State's sword to break the shackles, which was Tang Guo's intention.

There were also many people standing behind Pu.

He represents the Desolate Clan, he represents the future of the Desolate Clan, and he puts all the future of the Desolate Clan on this battle.

There is already a cliff behind you, and if you fall down, you will die, so you can't fall, or even retreat.

So in the face of this sword light, Congpu didn't even retreat half a step, and even his eyes didn't flicker, he walked forward, and his body was incomparably small under the sword light.

But the shadow that fell to the ground was very high.

It's like a giant.

He had nothing in his hand, and he couldn't catch the knife with his hand alone, but he reached out anyway.

There was a loud bang above the firmament, and it seemed that the entire canopy was shaking.

Everything in the world was frozen, the earth beneath his feet was not disconnected, the snowflakes falling from the sky stopped in mid-air, the passing black clouds hovered overhead, and even the wind that had no trace of it stopped.

Everything on the southern snowfield seems to have been pressed and paused, as if time has stopped flowing.

But time is still flowing, because people still have their own consciousness, and they are still able to move freely.

It's not time or people that's frozen, it's the whole South Snow Field.

Congpu looked at Chen Luo, with admiration and murderous intent in his eyes, and his outstretched hand didn't hold anything, and nothing appeared in his palm.

The sky cracked.