Ze Tian Ji Chapter 117: (to) unsheathe the sword (on)

Wang Po's knife is very strong and strong enough. With the True Essence of Star Condensation Upper Realm, it can break through the seemingly fragile and actually the most solid space barriers. At the same time, it is strong enough to cope with it. Only the cut space In order to help him surpass the abyss between the world and Saint to resist the sword that came with moonlight from Zhu Luo.

The clouds over Xunyang City are still low and dark, and the edges are still bright as silver, as if it came to the night, the wind and rain on the street suddenly disappeared, becoming extremely quiet, and only the sound of inhalation was faintly heard. It was the shock of the crowd watching in the distance. This battle already exceeded the understanding of many people, but people can feel that the sword of Zhu Luo actually seems to be blocked by Wang Po. How did he do it?

Su Li didn't applaud this time, and his expression became Grim, not because the knife of Wang Po was not wonderful enough, but because he felt that the knife was too delicate, it seemed to be instantaneous, just between two (to) unsheathe the blade, Wang Po learned something through this battle with the strongest of Continent, and went further than Way of the Blade.

If this is true, the Way of Cultivation talent of Wang Po can really be said to be shocking, and these opportunities can be said to be rare, if he can survive after this battle, fully absorb the precious experience of this battle, Maybe you can break to the peak of Star Condensation Realm in a short time, and it is even possible to see the threshold from the Holy Land.

Can Wang Po survive? Especially after his two-knife already fully proved that he threatened the position of Zhu Luo Eight Storms of the Cardinal Directions decades later? Su Li doesn't have any hope for this, so the look is more and more Grim. He felt too bad.

The wind and rain are rising again, and the rain is falling like a drum.

Zhu Luo's sword brings endless wind and rain. After the storm, there will be a rainbow. Behind the storm, there is a bright moon in the sky farther north, there is light and darkness. Most of the light and darkness were swallowed up by the space cracks on the long street, and their power was greatly reduced. This is why the iron knife of Wang Po can still be lifted in heavy rain.

However, Eight Storms of the Cardinal Directions is not an ordinary Way of Cultivation strongman after all. They are the strongest of Continent. They have an unimaginable amount of True Essence. They have incomparable wisdom and combat experience. After all, the Wang Po's iron knife cannot converge those lights. Just as the overcast cloud in the sky of Xunyang City could not cover the moon, the edge of the cloud was finally plated with a silver edge. The rainy street is as dark as night, and the cracks in the space cut by the iron knife are dark and heartbreaking. However, the edges of the dark space cracks do not know when it lights up.

Those swords shine from Zhu Luo.

Jianguang came to Wang Po with violent storm and rain. At this time, his iron knife should continue to cut through Yu Street, and maintain enough space cracks, so that the Zhu Luo Yingyue sword cannot break through him. In front of him, until Chen Changshen and Su Li behind him, he had no way to ignore those Jianguang.

The sword lights are not very bright, and even look a bit bleak. Wang Po can be called the perfect Blade Domain but it can't stop it. The sword light fell, and only a snoring sound was heard. The Wang Po shirt shattered. The perfect Purification body surface appeared several clear sword marks, and blood slowly spilled out of those sword marks.

Jianguang kept crossing his iron knife and landed on him, seemingly understatement.

Every ray of sword light will cut a wound on his body and bring out a blood.

Wang Po's face has become paler, without a trace of blood, and it is particularly thrilling in the dark rainy street. His expression was still calm and firm, but those very special eyebrows were more intense and looked downcast, more bitter than usual, and yes, his situation was really bitter at this time.

Zhu Luo's Jianguang is cutting his body, almost Ling Chi, how is it not painful? This pain is still in the spiritual world. In his heart, as a long-known Way of the Blade genius, he is now more already as the Southern Sky great hero identity.However, in the hometown of Tianliang Country, Zhu Luo can still only support him bitterly. How powerful is the talent and will, after all, it can't change the gap between strength and realm. Just like Wang Clan's encounter with Tianliang Country many years ago, it is so desperate. How not to suffer?

Unless he put away the iron knife at this time, left Yujie, and chose avoid, he could escape these sufferings.

However, there are many hardships in life, and avoid is impossible.

Wang Po has been accustomed to hardships since childhood and knows this very well. So he didn't mean avoid at all. He raised his eyebrows, looked sad, lowered his head, clenched his knife, and stood in the torrential rain, leaving those swords and lights over his blade intent to leave a stream of blood on his body. Big rainstorm flushes clear.

blade intent on Rain Street is still so straight, and the cracks in the cut space are still so straight, so the rainstorm falls into it, and even Zhu Luo is temporarily unable to come forward.Most of his Sword Intent can't reach it. Over here.

Wang Po stands straight. Just how long can he stand? How long can he hold the iron knife in his hand?

The rainstorm is bitter and cold, and the wind is violent.

The abacus on the abacus in the ruins of the inn was moved again, making a crackling sound, as if playing rhythm.

On the side streets farther away, the musicians of Liang Palace have already fled, and all kinds of musical instruments are thrown all over the ground. At this time, the wind is blowing around, the gong hits the wall, and the wall falls on the stone. Falling on the drum, the flute flew into the air, the air poured into the hole of the flute, making a whining sound, and a zither, the strings broke ...

铮铮 铮铮.

A good hurried tune.

When does the wind and rain end, and when does the song end?

No one knows.

Behind Yu Street, the crowd stood there, silent. Liang Zhen stood at the forefront, his expression inexplicably calm. Liang Hongzhuang is standing on the other side of the street.I don't seem to want to stand with my cousin Wang Yuanyuan. I don't know why. His Wang Po in the wind and rain in the distance of looks at has a weird look. complex.

No one knows what will happen next, and no one even wants to know what will happen next.

Yinyun Shrouded Heavens, daylight like night, ordinary people in Xunyang City with closed doors and windows, or hiding under the bed or hiding in the tank, where dare to come out, at this time are still on the street are Cultivator, and these Cultivator are It's here to kill Su Li. If it is the usual time, when strong men like Zhu Luo and Wang Po are fighting, they will never dare to make any changes. In case they anger the opponent, who knows what the price will be for themselves and the Sect behind them. But today many people don't care about this. When they step into Xunyang City, they are ready to pay the price of their lives on already.

Liang Wangsun and Liang Hongzhuang, and Xue He didn't think about anything, but those people think a lot.

Su Li At this time riding on the back of the yellow bridle, looks at is very eye-catching in the rain and wind. Everyone knows that he is now a wasteman, already, and previously Lin Canghai, successfully forced his last sword. And Chen Changshen had previously paid a lot to resist the attacks of Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun, and should now be very tired. As for Wang Po at this time, it was difficult to move by the sword of Zhu Luo. So, if Su Li is attacked at this time, who can save him? Who can block the gun for Su Li?

A lot of people are thinking this way, so they started to do so. They came out of the streets under the cover of the wind and rain, and walked towards the man on horseback on Yujie. Those who Liang Zhen and Liang Hongzhuang looks at walked by themselves felt the chill and Killing Intent on them, remained silent, did not stop them, and did not make any sound.

The yellow bridle's reins hang in the rain on the ground. I don't know if it's because of the horse's breed, or the reason of Su Li, the vision brought by the sword of Zhu Luo, and the fluctuation of Aura of terrifying, which is more than ten feet away. Headed.

Chen Changshen also bowed his head, the ripples in the rain of looks at, silent.

Dragon Cry short sword and scabbard finally connected, this is the first time after leaving the old temple of Xi Ning Village. At the time of Xi Ning Village, Senior Brother Yu Ren also chose this group of swords only when they went to Houshan to hunt those strong huge monster beast. Today, he did this because he knew that the enemy he faced today was too powerful, and he learned from Wang Po.

Suddenly, he was looked up, then turned.

Those Cultivator did not expect that he had been staring at the rear.

Chen Changshen and these Cultivator look at each other silently.

Not far away, that violent and Saint's Sword Intent already became stronger and stronger.

Chen Changshen ignores there, there is Wang Po over there.

He just needs to bother here now.

He already wanted to understand everything, so he was calm.

His eyes are calm, no matter how violent the rain falling on his face can't be disturbed.

A Cultivator yelled suddenly, his body suddenly turned into three places, and attacked Su Li.

Chen Changshen holds the sword in both hands and chops down into the rain.

Where the sword falls, outside of a few feet, there is only one sword, but at the same time it cuts three figures in the rain. Three people.

This is not Intelligent Sword or Burning Sword. This is a trick Three Lanes of the Plum Flower in Li Mountain sword technique.

It was three days ago that Su Li accidentally told him.

Wipe it

It was followed by another.

At the same time, three Dao Sword sounds sounded in the heavy rain. Those three figures stagnated in the rain at the same time. Then the two figures dissipated. The Cultivator snorted and fell on the rainy street with her chest wrapped in her chest.

Dragon Cry Sword is in his hands, as if alive.

However, for several rounds, those Cultivator who were about to attack Su Li fell down one after another.

Just then, he saw in Yu Guang, Wang Po ... seems to be falling down.

In a flash, he made a decision.

(Zhu Luo (to) unsheathe the sword, Chen Changshen (to) unsheathe the sword, audience (to) unsheathe the sword, next, who else is (to) unsheathe the sword?)