Fighter of the Destiny

The first sword Wang Po struck at Zhu Luo was the most powerful sword strike in his life. Su Li didn't react at all. At this time, Wang Po put away his sword and turned back, but his cheers penetrated the heavy rain and fell on everyone's faces. in the ears. Because apart from Zhu Luo, he was the only strong man walking in the sacred realm. Only he could understand how difficult it was for Wang Po to put away his sword and return.

And this knife cut through the wet leaf! What does this mean? This shows that Wang Po has seen through the storm that Zhu Luo has brought!

How incredible is it that a practitioner who has reached the Star Gathering Realm can cross the threshold and see the operating rules of that world. It is extremely difficult to see through, let alone be able to hit it. Wang Po's understanding of the way of the sword is really profound. It is not as if he has only practiced for decades, but as if he has been immersed in hundreds of years. !

Su Li had seen countless Taoist geniuses in his life, and had personally taught Qiu Shanjun, Qi Jian and Chen Changsheng, but he was still shocked by the talent contained in this sword.

The rain-washed blade met the wet fallen leaves in the air. Everything becomes heavier when it gets wet. This fallen leaf was as heavy as a mountain at this moment, but it still couldn't withstand the chopping of the iron knife. There was only a muffled sound, and the wet leaf turned into countless debris, heading towards Shooting in all directions, a sharply enlarging ball seemed to appear on the dark rainy street.

The violent primeval energy flew away along with countless fallen leaves. Countless dense holes were shot out of the hard bluestone ground, and the street walls that had already left countless knife marks were cut into piles of sand.

Wang Po thrust his sword in front of him, and the area of ​​​​the sword was spread again.

His body, as well as Chen Changsheng holding the reins further behind, and Su Li on the horse, were all protected behind the iron sword.

There was a dense and crisp sound of impact on the rainy street, like tens of thousands of needles falling on a smooth metal surface at the same time, continuously.

The wind in the heavy rain also became faster, blowing everything. In the ruins of the inn a few miles away, an exquisite abacus lay in the sewage. The beads were blown by the wind and made a crisp sound. It's very much like a piece of music.

The wind and rain gradually stopped, the long street became quiet, and the beads on the abacus gradually stopped spinning.

Wang Po still stood there, not giving up a step, and the iron knife was still in his hand, with no intention of putting it down, but his face was very pale, and his simple clothes were full of tears and blood stains.

The street was quiet, and there was water dripping on the remaining eaves, but no one would feel upset, because no one would care about these things.

Chen Changsheng no longer had the reins in his hands. He held the sword in both hands and looked ahead seriously and intently, looking over Wang Po's shoulder at the invincible and powerful man who was like a god. Wang Po had been seriously injured. Zhu Luo had not really taken action until this moment. No matter how you look at it, Wang Po has been defeated, but after all, he blocked Zhu Luo for a moment, which is already amazing.

Next, it was naturally his turn to block it.

Zhu Luo didn't pay attention to Chen Changsheng's movements. He looked at Wang Po with a slightly strange expression and said, I didn't expect...you haven't reached the pinnacle of the Star Gathering Realm, and you are still far away from becoming a Saint even half a step away. You can get a glimpse of the divine. The edge laws of the field?

Wang Po said: All things are the same, and the secular and the sacred have their own similarities.

Zhu Luo said: With such talent and understanding, no wonder you dare to attack me...but what's the point?

Yes, Wang Po's talent and perseverance are meaningless to the whole matter.

Because he couldn't defeat Julo.

With Zhu Luo's sword still in its scabbard, the strongest man on the Xiaoyao List could be covered in blood and seriously injured.

Famous in all directions, the wind and rain are like darkness, it is indeed so strong that it is unimaginable.

The gap between the two lies in years, realm, and the abyss that separates the sacred and the secular. It cannot be smoothed out by talent and will. How can Wang Po be invincible?

But some people don't see it that way.

You lost. Su Li said.

The crowd in the distance watched the field, listening to these words, a lot of confusion arose, thinking how could this be possible? Wang Po was covered in blood at this time and was obviously seriously injured. How could he have any chance of winning?

Su Li sat on the horse, looked at Zhu Luo and said, Don't you feel ashamed to lose to such a junior?

Zhu Luo's hair scattered on his shoulders was slowly fluttering in the wind, and his eyebrows were also doing the same. However, just when he was about to say something, he became quiet again and looked down at himself. There were no wounds or blood stains there, only A corner of clothes slowly fell down.

A tiny piece of his left sleeve was cut off.

Whether it is for Zhu Luo or for practitioners at any level, this will not affect their combat effectiveness. But looking at the piece of cloth falling into the rain at his feet, Zhu Luo didn't speak for a long time. Looking at this scene, the crowd was silent, wondering if they really lost and where?

No one understood Su Li's words and Zhu Luo's silence, not even Chen Changsheng. Liang Wangsun vaguely understood. Wang Po understands, but he doesn't accept it.

Winning and losing literally mean exactly the same thing, but at certain moments and in certain circumstances, just because you lose doesn’t mean you lose. For example, the little gangster wearing a black and white shirt had his head smashed. After entering the cement floor, he still touched a piece of wood and lightly hit the bald head of the ultimate villain. This made no sense, but he won. Naturally, Su Li would not use such a value judgment to evaluate the first confrontation between Wang Po and Zhu Luo. Of course Wang Po lost, undisputedly, of course, and righteously, but he still believed that the loser was Zhu Luo. Luo.

Zhu Luo's reaction at this time showed that to some extent he agreed with Su Li's statement.

When Zhou Du|husband was three years old, could he defeat an invincible opponent in the world? When Empress Tianhai first entered the palace, who could she defeat? When Wang Po was so big, could you beat him? This is what Su Li wants to say to Zhu Luo. It sounds a bit arrogant, but it actually makes sense. However, this kind of truth must be understood in the field of the most powerful people in the mainland.

Chen Changsheng understood, and thought with a somewhat dazed expression. If compared according to the same age, wouldn't he...oh, Xu Yourong, and Miss Chen Chujian be the most powerful? Su Li didn't know Chen Changsheng's mental activities at this time, otherwise he would definitely laugh at him. He then said to Zhu Luo: There is another problem, that is, you have regressed too much.

Zhu Luo was silent and displeased. As the light rain fell, he did not dare to touch the big cloak on his body and avoided it and floated away.

Back then, you could kill the second demon general with a sword reflecting the moon. How could you be Hai Di's opponent now? The handsome man who once wrote poems and killed people is now old and has no spirit at all. That's fine. Well, it’s a coincidence that you are a person who acts with no dignity. You can’t even compare to that woman Tianhai. You didn’t dare to step into Kyoto for hundreds of years, and now you want to take advantage of the opportunity to kill the juniors who may threaten your position. Tsk, tsk, You are really promising.

Su Li continued: Why? You are old, almost a thousand years old, and you should have died a long time ago. What is it when you are old but not dead? You are a thief, you are an old thief. People, like trees, are at their strongest when they are strong. You should flaunt yourself desperately in the spring breeze, live for too long and still try your best to live, your body will grow old and turn into rotten wood, until finally it will be chopped into charred ashes by lightning, what’s the point of this?”

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

Su Li said: I'm done scolding you.?

Zhu Luo said: You are right.

Su Li raised his eyebrows slightly, became more interested, and asked, How is it?

Zhu Luo said: This is your second sword.

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

Su Li looked at him quietly, confirming that this old guy really had the qualifications to be arrogant, and he was not affected in any way.

I took two of your swords, so now it's my turn to draw the sword.

After saying this, Zhu Luo's right hand, like a dragon breaking through the clouds, came to his waist and grasped the hilt of the sword.

The clouds return, the rain falls again, the sky becomes dark again, and the fallen leaves fall heavily, flying in the water drops all over the sky.

Jolo drew his sword from its sheath. The sword was not bright, and there was nothing surprising about it. However, the edge of the dark clouds covering Xunyang City suddenly became brighter, as if they were plated with silver. Is that a halo? What's behind the clouds? Is it the sun? No, that is the demon moon that should not appear in the human world.

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

Many years ago, he saw the bright moon in the snowy field, recited a beautiful poem, and killed a very strong opponent. He thus became a generation of strong men in the mainland, earning the title of Drinking Alone Under the Moon.

Finally, the strong man showed Xunyang City the true scene of the Congsheng realm.

Across the heavy rain curtains and thousands of wet leaves, Chen Changsheng felt the majestic and solemn light power. He felt that his body was getting stiffer and stiffer, and he even subconsciously wanted to avoid it. Is this the holy realm? It turns out that the field here is not the star field of the Star Gathering Realm. A light covers everything and there is no distinction at all. So how to attack? He has read Tao Zang thoroughly since he was a child. When it comes to insight and knowledge, he is definitely not inferior to others, but he cannot understand the light on the edge of the clouds and the light brought by the sword, because the operating rules of the sacred realm have exceeded his ability to understand.

The dark rainstorm, the bright sword, the lead cloud that seemed to be burning.

In front of such a spectacular background, Wang Po's figure looked even smaller, as if he might be swallowed up at any time.

Forget it! Chen Changsheng shouted to him.

Wang Po didn't turn around and said, I want to try again. It's not easy to have this kind of experience.

The heavy rain washed his face, showing neither fear nor joy. Like his voice, it was so calm that it made people tremble and respect him.

That is true peace, the peace that comes from hearing the Tao in the morning and dying at night.

Chen Changsheng said nothing more, knowing that he had learned something again.

Julu's sword has arrived.

The world is either light or dark. When the sword comes, the dark wind and rain come with light. No matter how big the world is, there is no corner that can be avoided, and Wang Po cannot avoid it.

He drew his sword again, swinging it straight and without any new ideas. Wherever the sword landed, it was full of new ideas.

What he slashed was not the sword light, the fallen leaves flying in the sky, or Zhu Luo more than ten feet away, but the wind and rain.

Wind and rain travel in space.

Wang Po's iron sword fell straight down, cutting off the rain pillars, breaking the wind wisps, and cutting through the space.

With a scraping sound, a dark gap appeared above the rain street.

As long as we are in this world, there is no way to avoid Zhu Luo's sword?

Then, let’s open a new path and go to a new world together!