Ze Tian Ji Chapter 116: Iron sword shocked (below)

Wang Po's first cut to Zhu Luo was the strongest in his life.Su Li did not respond.At this time, Wang Po retracted the knife, but his applause penetrated the rainstorm and fell to everyone's ears. in. Because apart from Zhu Luo, only he is a strong person walking in Saint Domain. Only he can understand how difficult it is for Wang Po to retract the sword and return.

And what does this knife cut through that wet leaf? This shows that the Wang Po saw the stormy weather coming from Zhu Luo

A Cultivator of Star Condensation Upper Realm can see the world running natural law across the threshold. This is incredible. It is extremely difficult to see through, let alone to be cut.Wang Po's understanding of one of the swords is really not as deep as cultivation for decades, as if already has been soaked for hundreds of years.

Su Li has seen countless Way of Cultivation geniuses in this life, and personally taught Qiushan Jun, Qi Jian, and Chen Changshen, but is still shocked by the talent contained in this knife.

The rain-washed blade edge meets wet leaves in the air. Anything will become heavy when wet. This fallen leaf is as heavy as a mountain at this time, but it still can't bear the chopping of the iron knife. Only a loud noise can be heard, and the wet leaf has turned into countless debris, facing Going in all directions, there seemed to be a sharply enlarged ball on the dark rainy street.

The violent True Essence was accompanied by countless deciduous flocks. The hard bluestone ground was shot out of numerous dense holes, and the street walls that had left countless knife marks were cut into sand piles.

Wang Po cross-blade in front, Blade Domain.

His body, as well as Chen Changshen holding the reins behind, and Su Li on the horse's back, are all protected behind the iron knife.

The dense and crisp impact sounds on the rainy street, like tens of thousands of needles falling on the smooth metal surface at the same time.

The wind in the torrential rain has also become more rapid. It blows everything. In the ruins of the inn several miles away, a delicate abacus lies in the sewage. It sounds really like a piece of music.

The wind and rain ceased, the street became quieter, and the abacus on the abacus gradually stopped.

Wang Po is still standing still, without giving in one step, the iron knife is still in his hand, there is no meaning to put down, but his face already is very pale, and plain clothes are full of cracks and blood.

There is a quiet street with water dripping from the remaining eaves, but no one is upset because no one cares about these things.

Chen Changshen has no reins in already. He holds the sword in both hands, and earnestly and in front of the looks at, across the shoulders of Wang Po, looks at, the godlike invincible powerhouse. Wang Po already was seriously injured. And Zhu Luo has not really shot until this time. No matter how you look at it, Wang Po is defeated by already, but after all he blocked Zhu Luo for a moment, this already is amazing.

Next, it's his turn to stop.

Zhu Luo didn't pay attention to the movement of Chen Changshen, with a slightly different expression, looks at Wang Po said: "I did not expect that you have not yet reached the peak of Star Condensation Realm, and you are still far away from the half step, you can see the edge rule of Saint Domain? "

Wang Po said: "Everything is the same, the world has its own connection with Saint."

Zhu Luo said: "So talented, so savvy, no wonder dare to (to) unsheathe the blade to me ... just what's the point?"

Yes, for the whole thing, the talent and persistence of Wang Po doesn't make any sense.

Because he can't beat Zhu Luo.

Zhu Luo's sword is still in the sheath, so that the strongest of the Proclamation of Liberation is covered with blood and seriously injured.

Famous in all directions, rain and gloom, it is unimaginably strong.

The gap between the two lies in the years, in the realm, in the abyss that separates Saint from the common, and it is not at all that talent and will can smooth it out. Is Wang Po undefeated?

But some people don't think so.

"You lost," Su Li said.

The crowd in the distance watched the field, listening to this sentence, they gave birth to a lot of puzzles, thinking how is this possible? Wang Po was covered in blood at this time, and he was seriously injured. Where can I win?

Su Li sitting on horseback, looks at Zhu Luo said: "Don't you feel ashamed of losing to such a junior?"

Zhu Luo The hair scattered on the shoulders was slowly blown by the wind, and the same was true of his eyebrows. However, when he was about to say something, he calmed down and looked down at himself, where there were no wounds or blood. There was only a corner of the garment falling slowly.

A tiny piece of his left sleeve was cut.

Whether it is Zhu Luo or Cultivator in any realm, this will not affect their combat effectiveness. But the piece of cloth that looks at floated into the rain in front of his feet, Zhu Luo did not speak for a long time. In the looks at scene, the crowd is quiet and silent. Do you really lose? Where do you lose?

No one understands the words of Su Li and the silence of Zhu Luo, neither does Chen Changshen, Liang Wangsun understands a little. Wang Po understands, but he does not accept.

Let ’s win and lose and win or lose are literally the same meaning, but at some moments and in certain circumstances, if you lose, you don't mean you lose, such as a jumbled head wearing a black and white shirt They were smashed into the concrete floor, but they still touched a piece of wood and gently smashed the bald head of the peerless villain. It didn't make sense, but he won. Su Li will not use such a value judgment to evaluate the first encounter between Wang Po and Zhu Luo. Of course, Wang Po was defeated. There is no dispute, of course, that it was logically defeated, but he still thinks that the loser is Zhu Luo.

Zhu Luo's response at this time shows that he agrees with Su Li to a certain extent.

When Zhou Dufu was three years old, could it defeat the world invincible player? Empress Tianhai When you first entered the palace, who can you beat? Have you ever played him when Wang Po was so big? This is what Su Li has to say to Zhu Luo. It sounds like some rhetoric, but it actually makes sense, but this truth should be put in the realm of Continent's most powerful people.

Chen Changshen understands, with some expressions thinking blankly, if you compare them according to the same age, then yourself ... Oh, and Xu Yourong, and Chen The girl Chujian, isn't it the most powerful? Su Li didn't know Chen Changshen's psychological activities at this time, otherwise he would laugh at him a lot, and then he said to Zhu Luo, "One more problem is that you regress too much."

Zhu Luo is silent, unhappy, the light rain falls, dare not touch the big **** on his body, avoiding to drift away.

"You could kill Second Demon Commander with one sword, how could you be an opponent of Hai Di now? The handsome man who once wrote poems and kills people is now very old and has no spirit. I am too embarrassed to act like you, even the woman Tianhai can't compare. I didn't dare to step into Capital for hundreds of years. Now I want to use the situation to kill young people who may threaten their position. It ’s really exciting. "

Su Li continued: "Why? You are old, already is almost a thousand years old, and you ought to die. Old and immortal, what is it? A thief, an old thief. A man is like a tree, the strongest When it ’s time, you should desperately wave in the spring breeze. If you live for too long, you are still desperately alive, and your body is old and rotten, until it is finally split into ash by lightning. What ’s the point?

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

Su Li said: "It's over." o

Zhu Luo said, "You make sense."

Su Li's eyebrows are slightly raised, and with some interest, he asks, "Why?"

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

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

Su Li Quietly looks at He confirmed that this old guy really has the arrogant qualification and was not affected in any way.

"I took your two swords, so now it's my (to) unsheathe the sword."

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

Overcast clouds are coming, heavy rain is falling, the sky is dark, the leaves are falling heavily, and the sky is dancing in the drops of water.

Zhu Luo pulled the sword out of the sheath. The sword is not bright, and the looks at is not surprising. However, the edge of the overcast cloud that enveloped Xunyang City suddenly became brighter, and seemed to be plated with silver. Is that halo? What's behind the clouds? Is it the sun? No, that is the Demon race moon that should not have appeared in Human World.

That's the past of Zhu Luo, the greatest glory.

Many years ago, he saw the bright moon in the snow field, chanted a beautiful poem, killed a strong opponent, and became a strong Continent generation, with the title of Drinking Alone by Moonlight.

Finally, the strong man showed Xunyang City the real scene from the realm of the holy.

With heavy rain curtains and thousands of wet leaves, Chen Changshen senses the majestic light power, feels that the body is becoming more and more rigid, and even wants to avoid it subconsciously. Is this from the holy realm? It turns out that the field here is not the meaning of Star Condensation Realm's Star Domain. There is a light that covers all, and there is no division at all. So how do you attack? He read Scripture of The Way from an early age. In order to understand and learn, he must not lose to others, but he cannot understand the light on the edge of the cloud and the light brought by the sword, because the operation of Saint Domain natural law already exceeds his ability to understand.

The dark rainstorm, the bright sword, looks like a cloud of lead to burn.

Before such a magnificent background, the figure of Wang Po seemed even smaller and seemed to be swallowed at any time.

"Forget it," Chen Changshen shouted at him.

Wang Po did not turn around and said, "I want to try again. It's not easy to have this experience."

The torrential rain flushed his face, fearless and joyless, like a voice, calming and regretful.

That's true calmness. Chaowen said, deathly calmness.

Chen Changshen doesn't say much anymore, knowing that I have learned something again.

Zhu Luo's sword is here.

The world is either light or darkness. Swords come, dark storms come with light, no matter how big the world is, there is no corner to escape, and Wang Po cannot escape.

He was again (to) unsheathe the blade, straight and straight brandish a sword without any novelty, but he was full of novelty.

What he cut is not the ray of sword light, not the leaves falling in the sky, not the Zhu Luo more than ten feet away, but the wind and rain.

Wind and rain travels through space.

Wang Po's iron knife fell straight, chopped off the rain pillar, chopped the wind, and chopped the space.

A wipe, there was a dim breach above the rain street.

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

Then open a new path and go to a new world together