Fighter of the Destiny

Zhu Luo's words may seem plain, but in fact they are extremely tough and domineering. Everyone knows that these words should actually be: You actually dare to attack me?

Wang Po didn't move his feet, rolled up his sleeves, and began to wipe the iron sword. He was just preparing for battle. Before he took action, Zhu Luoyin was extremely angry because no one had dared to take action against him for many years.

The wind and rain in all directions are close to the gods. Any attempt to attack the gods is provocation, blasphemy, and seeking death. Even if it is just a gesture, it is unacceptable, even if that person is Tianliang Wangpo.

People on Yujie Street were also shocked and didn't understand why Wang Po did this. He couldn't have any chance.

Zhu Luo's realm level has already surpassed the secular world and entered the sacred realm.

Excluding Bai Di and his wife, there are twelve strongest people in the human world, and he is one of them.

Wang Po is at the top of the list of Xiaoyao, the undisputed strongest man in the Mesozoic Era. It was indeed shocking to enter the Star Gathering Realm at the age of forty, but the distance from the Holy Realm is like a sea of ​​stars and a quagmire.

Many people are optimistic that Wang Po will enter the sacred realm in the future and become a new generation of Bafang Fengyu, and may even achieve higher achievements, but that will definitely be decades or even hundreds of years later.

In front of Zhu Luo, Wang Po now is just a junior who can only bow his head and accept teachings.

However, he wants to take action against Zhu Luo?

Juniors don't dare.

Wang Po raised his head and looked at Zhu Luo calmly and even dullly.

Zhu Luo's eyebrows gradually became calmer, and the atmosphere on Yujie Street became slightly more relaxed.

Wang Po raised his iron sword, pointed it at the unshakable mainland powerhouse through the rain curtain, and said, Senior, please take action first.

There was an uproar in the streets, and even the increasingly violent rain could not cover up people's exclamations and comments.

Zhu Luo's eyebrows suddenly raised, a majestic aura rose from the sky, and the shaking rainstorm suddenly dispersed.

Then he laughed again, his cold and distant laughter resounding throughout Xunyang City.

Pity.

Zhu Luo said indifferently, looking a little regretful. Because among the few people in the human world who have the greatest chance of entering the sacred realm, one person will die after today, and there will be no chance.

What a pity. Su Li sighed.

He didn't want Wang Po to die, so he did something about it, but Wang Po didn't accept it, because Wang Po's sword technique was different from his own, and it was also different from Zhou Du|fu's sword technique back then. His sword was about one thing. straight character.

When Wang Po rolled up his sleeves and wiped the knife, Su Li suddenly felt that this guy's knife might have a light that was completely different from that of himself and Zhou Du|fu, but perhaps more interesting in the future.

So he felt it was a pity.

This world will not have the opportunity to see Wang Po's future sword, and I think this world will also feel regretful.

Liang Wangsun looked at Wang Po in the rain and said nothing, with a slightly complicated mood. In order to complete certain things and complete one's life experience, giving up life for this purpose and marching to places that cannot be challenged is not something that is too difficult to understand or accept for geniuses like them, so even if he gives up his life, He wanted to kill Su Li, but there was a bloody ocean in his spiritual world. Why did Wang Po want to kill him? Is it really just based on the ideas in your heart?

When he thought about this, he suddenly felt a lot of admiration. He thought, no wonder he has been unable to catch up with this person for more than thirty years. No wonder Xiao Zhang has not been able to catch up with this person for more than thirty years. No wonder Xiao Zhang has not been like this for more than thirty years no matter how crazy he practices. Later, Xun Meidu could only imprison himself in the Tomb of Heaven's Book, and until his death, he could stand side by side with this person by relying on his transcendence of life and death.

Also looking at Wang Po was Chen Changsheng. He didn't say anything, nor did he think too much. He just subconsciously had endless admiration. He thinks Wang Po is so handsome, and for some reason... he always makes him feel a little close to him.

Then he figured it out, Wang Po was like many people around him... No, it should be that many people he knew were like Wang Po, in some aspects, such as Zhexiu, Tang Sanliu, Gou Hanshi, etc. Own.

Those similarities are often the brightest places, such as persistence, gentleness, determination, perseverance, pride, and silence. Chen Changsheng saw everything about himself and his friends in Wang Po. An old shirt, but there is countless light. He also saw the beauty of Chen Chujian's girl in Wang Po, and even saw Nan Ke.

Even though I know I am outmatched, I will still fight to the death. Such a person is amazing. In addition to his senior brothers, Chen Changsheng felt that he had another person to learn from in his monastic career.

So, he began to study.

He rolled up his sleeves and at the same time drew out the dragon's chant dagger from its sheath.

At this moment, Wang Po inserted the handle of the knife into the sheath. With a crisp click, the knife and the sheath merged into one, turning into a big knife. Then he slowly grasped the handle of the knife with both hands and looked straight ahead. Julo.

Chen Changsheng thought what a coincidence, and inserted the hilt of the sword into the sheath, so that the dagger turned into a horizontal sword with a long hilt. He also held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and stared at Zhu Luo across the street.

In this way, they stood in the rain one behind the other with a distance of more than ten feet.

Su Li sat on the horse, the rain washed his face, which made him look a little pale, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Zhu Luo came over. The rain did not get heavier, but the wind became more clammy and colder. The light was extremely dim. Some people looked up at the sky and saw that the color of the clouds in the sky was much darker.

Drinking alone under the moon without dating, his way is to be ruthless and destroy his nature, to be lonely and unparalleled.

As his footsteps lifted and fell, the fallen leaves in the rain were suddenly shaken up, and the water droplets were blown everywhere by the cold wind. As these wet leaves danced, there was a feeling of desolation, covering the long street. .

There were several groans and cries of pain from the crowd, and the wet leaves that were blown by the force were like arrows of force, cutting several practitioners. Only then did people wake up and think about the next battle. It was so scary that they all fled to the streets farther away. In just an instant, the long street became quieter and deserted.

Empty isn't the right word, as there were heavy rains.

In the heavy rain, the truly irresistible wind and rain of this continent is slowly coming.

Wang Po held the knife, Chen Changsheng held the horse, and Su Li sat on the horse, facing the wind and rain.

Standing at the front was Wang Po.

There was a soft scraping sound, and the iron knife rose up against the rain, crossing in front of him.

Wang Po did not take action because he was a junior and Zhu Luo was a senior.

Of course, Zhu Luo would not take advantage of him. He raised his hand and tapped it lightly in the heavy rain curtain, which was equivalent to taking action.

A muffled thunder sounded in front of Wang Po, strong winds blew, and raindrops poured down, as if there was a waterfall rising there.

Wet fallen leaves are still dancing in the rain.

Zhu Luo walked slowly, his black cloak fluttering in the rain.

Wang Po's face turned pale.

His sword domain was crushed by unimaginable power. Raindrops were flying in the air in front of him, and hundreds of traces appeared and then disappeared. Those traces were the collision between Zhu Luo's aura and his sword domain.

Zhu Luo did not deliberately raise his aura, but walked slowly like this, as if he were a distinguished guest.

The gap in strength between him and Zhu Luo was too obvious.

Zhu Luo's momentum and sword intent were not fully unleashed, so the long street was completely empty. Even the silent walls on both sides of the street were cut with countless deep marks by the wet leaves dancing in the wind and rain.

Wang Po's hand holding the handle of the knife trembled slightly, and his knuckles turned white.

The heavy rain wet his whole body, countless raindrops dripped down, and he didn't know how much of it was sweat.

Once they met, they knew that the golden wind could not move the jade dew, and he could not be Zhu Luo's opponent, but he still had no intention of turning around and leaving, not taking a step back, and the iron sword was still lying in front of him, like a dike or a mountain.

No matter how violent the wind and rain are, the embankment still does not break, and the mountain is still in front of us, unparalleledly straight.

Looking at the knife that was getting colder by the rain, feeling the unyielding and unimaginable power coming from the knife, Zhu Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little surprised, while Xue He further away was even more shocked and speechless. .

Wang Po's sword was actually stronger than everyone imagined.

His sword was able to withstand the pressure of the sacred realm.

How did he do that?

Xue He used the knife and looked at the tall and thin man on the rain street. He finally understood the meaning of what Su Li said to him.

——Wang Po only uses one knife.

Only one sword and one way of sword are used. Only in this way can it be pure and strong enough!

Before Wang Po, the most famous swordsman in this continent was Zhou Dufu. Zhou Dufu also only practiced one way of swordsmanship, which was the way of killing. He used life and death to break life and death. Wang Po couldn't learn Zhou Du|fu's sword, so he went his own way.

He walked a straight path.

Wang Po's sword technique is straight to the point. This straightness is direct straightness. He walks straight, writes in straight lines when keeping accounts, and never makes mistakes when calculating numbers.

He always sees and does things based on his own likes and dislikes, and it seems that even his intestines are straight. Therefore, even if his person is shabby, his sword will be as cold as a mountain cliff when it is unsheathed.

How could the violent wind and rain destroy a mountain cliff in such a short period of time?

Zhu Luo has already taken action.

Next, it was Wang Po's turn to take action.

Of course, when he takes action, he uses a knife.

He strikes with a knife.

He held the long handle transformed from the scabbard, and slashed towards Zhu Luo through the storm.

There is no doubt that this must be Wang Po's strongest sword in his life, because Zhu Luo is definitely the strongest opponent he has ever encountered in his life. If it weren't for Su Li, logically speaking, after entering the Congsheng Realm, Before the threshold, he had no reason to fight Zhu Luo, and based on the overall interests of mankind, Zhu Luo would not take action against him.

In other words, this battle happened decades, even centuries, in advance.

The sword was powerful, its edge pierced all the rain curtains, and came to Zhu Luo.

Zhu Luo still had no intention of using his sword, so he took action again.

This time, he pulled out two fingers.

Wang Po's knife stopped in the heavy rain and could no longer move downward.

More than ten feet away, Zhu Luo's two fingers turned into wind and rain, and caught Wang Po's strongest sword in his life. Just like before, Liang Wangsun clamped Chen Changsheng's sword between his two fingers. The strength gap between Chen Changsheng and Liang Wangsun is as far as the strength gap between Wang Po and Zhu Luo, or even further!

There is no distance between the secular and the sacred.

Wind, rain and iron swords meet and stalemate on the long street, while the wet fallen leaves are still dancing.

With the sharp sound of chi chi, several cracks appeared on Wang Po's clothes.

After all, his sword domain is not perfect, especially after the sword is drawn.

The strongest person in the continent like Zhu Luo has his eyes as a sword of wisdom.

A fallen leaf, which coincides with the principle of heaven and earth, avoids Wang Po's sword and falls on the iron sword. An unimaginable amount of real energy fell together with this fallen leaf, and a huge mountain fell on top of the iron knife.

Wang Po's face was as white as snow, and blood overflowed from the corners of his lips.

His sword domain has been broken.

what to do?

He suddenly took a step forward.

Then he lowered his waist, bent his knees, and turned his wrists.

He...sheathed the knife.

The iron sword cut through the rain and returned, only a soft sound was heard.

The fallen leaf instantly turned into shreds.

Su Li's cheers rang out in the heavy rain.

Good knife!

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(It is really difficult to use words to present pictures. I have always paid attention to this aspect. I personally think that I have always done a good job. But when the pictures come out, they will definitely have a different aesthetic feeling. The film and television version of Zhe Tian Ji will be slowly started recently. This It must be a very long process. The concept trailer I made in advance feels pretty good. I will send it to WeChat later for everyone to take a look. See you tomorrow.)