Way of Choices

Wang Po's knife is very strong and strong enough to sharpen. With the true condensing degree of the star, he can break the seemingly fragile and actually the strongest space barrier. At the same time, he is strong enough to deal with it, only to cut it. The space can help him transcend the abyss between the world and the sacred to resist Julona's sword with moonlight.

The clouds over Xunyang City are still low and dark, and the edges are still as bright as silver. It seems that when it comes to the night, the wind and rain on the street suddenly disappear and become very quiet, and only the sound of inhalation can be heard faintly. It was the sigh of excitement watching the crowd in the distance. This battle has exceeded the scope of many people's understanding, but people can feel that Zhu Luo's sword seems to be really stopped by Wang Po, how did he do it?

Su Li didn't applaud this time, and his expression became solemn, not because Wang Po's knife was not brilliant enough, but because he thought it was too delicate, it seemed to be in a flash, just between two shots, Wang Po then realized something through this battle with the strongest man on the mainland, and went further on the sword!

If this is true, Wang Po’s talent for monasticism can be said to be terrifying, and these opportunities can also be said to be rare. If he can survive after this battle, he can fully absorb the precious experience of this battle, maybe You can break through to the pinnacle of Juxing Realm in a short time, and it is even possible to see the threshold from the Holy Land.

Can Wang Po still survive? Especially after his two swords have fully proved that he has threatened the position of Juluo in all directions decades later? Su Li didn't have any hope for this, so his expression became more solemn. He felt so pity.

The wind and rain rose again, and the rain fell like a drum.

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Juluo's sword brings endless wind and rain. After the wind and rain, there will be a rainbow. Behind the wind and rain, there is a bright moon in the sky farther north, with light and darkness. The vast majority of the light and darkness were swallowed by the cracks in the space on the long street, and their power was reduced a lot, which is why Wang Po's iron sword can still be held in heavy rain.

However, after all, Bafangfengyu is not an ordinary strong monk, they are the strongest in the mainland, they have an unimaginable number of true elements, they have unmatched wisdom and combat experience, and they have the most dazzling glory. After all, Wang Po's iron sword couldn't collect the light. Just like the cloud in the sky of Xunyang City could not cover the moon, the edge of the cloud was finally plated with a silver edge. On the rainy street, it was as dark as night, and the space cracks cut by the iron knife were even darker and palpable. However, the edges of those dark space cracks did not know when they lit up.

The light comes from Juluo's sword.

Jianguang came to Wang Po in front of the storm. At this time, his iron sword should continue to cut through the rain street, maintaining enough space cracks, so that the sword of Ying Luo could not break through his sword. In front of him, until Chen Changsheng and Su Li behind him, he had no way to ignore the sword lights.

Those sword lights are not so bright, and even seem a bit bleak, but Wang Po can be called the perfect sword domain, but it can not play any role in blocking. The sword light fell, only a snorting sound could be heard, Wang Shao's clothes shattered, and there were several sharp sword marks on the surface of the perfectly washed body, and blood slowly overflowed from those sword marks.

Jianguang kept crossing his iron sword and landed on his body, which seemed to be an understatement.

Each sword light will cut a wound on his body and bring out a blood.

Wang Po's face became paler, without a touch of blood, and it was particularly thrilling in the dim rain street. His expression was still calm and firm, except that those very special eyebrows were drooping more fiercely, appearing somewhat downcast, and more painful than usual. Yes, his situation at this time was really bitter.

Juluo's sword light cut his body, almost late, how can it not be painful? This pain is still in the spiritual world. In his heart, as a sword genius who has been famous for a long time, he is now the identity of Tiannan Dahao. However, when he met Zhu Luo in his hometown of Tianliang County, he can only be so miserable. The land is suffering and supporting, and no matter how strong the talented will is, after all, it is impossible to change the gap between strength and state. Just like the experience of the Wang family in Tianliang County many years ago, it is so desperate. How can it not be painful?

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

However, there are many sufferings in life that cannot be avoided.

Wang Po used to live a hard life since childhood, knowing this very well. So he did not mean to avoid. He sagged his eyebrows, looked sad, lowered his head slightly, clutched the knife, and stood in the rain, letting the sword light that had crossed his sword left a blood after another on his body, even if the blood was getting over The bigger the rainstorm washes away.

The knife on the rain street was still so straight, and the cracks in the cut space were still so straight, so the heavy rain fell into it, and even Juluo could not step forward temporarily, most of his sword intentions could not reach Here.

Wang Po also stood straight. Only how long can he stand? How long can he hold the iron knife in his hand?

The rain was bitter and the wind was violent.

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

On the side street farther away, the musicians of King Liang’s palace had already run away. Various musical instruments were thrown on the ground. At this time, the wind was blowing everywhere, the gong hit the wall, the wall fell, and the stone fell on the wall. On the surface of the drum, the flute flew into the air, the air pours into the hole of the flute, and makes a sobbing sound, and there is also an Guqin, the strings of which are broken...

Clank clank.

What a turbulent song.

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

Nobody knows.

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Behind the rain street, the crowd stood there, silence. Liang Zhen stood at the forefront, his expression inexplicably calm. Liang Hongzhuang was standing on the other side of the street, and he didn’t seem to want to stand with his cousin Yuanye Yuanfang, and somehow, he looked at Wang Po in the wind and rain in the distance, his expression was a little weird, he seemed to want to cry, and he seemed to want to laugh, In short it is very complicated.

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

Clouds cover the sky, day is like night, ordinary people in Xunyang city close their doors and windows, or hide under the bed or hide in the tank, where they dare to come out, at this time are the practitioners who are still on the street, and these practices Those who came to kill Su Li. If it is an ordinary time, when a strong man like Zhu Luo and Wang Po are fighting, they will absolutely not dare to have any movements. In case they offend each other, who knows what price they and their ancestors will pay. But many people can't take care of this today. When they stepped into Xunyang City, they were ready to pay the price of their lives.

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

Su Li was riding on the back of the yellow horse at this time, looking very striking in the wind and rain. Everyone knows that he is now a waste person, and Lin Canghai had successfully forced his last sword. And how much Chen Changsheng had paid in order to resist the attacks of Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun should now be very tired. As for Wang Po at this time, it was difficult to move due to the suppression of Zhu Luo's sword. So, if Su Li is attacked at this time, who can save him? Who can block the gun for Su?

Many people were thinking this way, so they started to do so. They walked out of the alleys under the cover of the wind and rain, and walked towards the man on horseback on the rainy street. Liang Zhen and Liang Hongzhuang looked at the people who had passed by them, feeling the chill and killing in them, silent, not stopping them, nor making any sound.

The reins of the yellow horse hang in the rain on the ground. I don’t know if it’s because of the horse breed, or because of Su Li. The vision brought by Juluo’s sword, and the terrifying battle atmosphere fluctuating more than ten feet away, didn’t make this horse run scared, but honestly. Head down on the ground.

Chen Changsheng also lowered his head, looked at the ripples in the rain, and said nothing.

Long Yin short sword and scabbard finally connected, this was the first time after leaving the old temple in Xining town. At the beginning of Xining Town, Brother Yu only chose this kind of sword formation when he went to Houshan to hunt down those powerful monsters. He did this today because he knew that the enemies he faced today were too powerful, and he also learned from Wang Po.

Suddenly, he looked up and turned around.

Those practitioners did not expect that he had been watching the rear.

Chen Changsheng and these practitioners looked at each other silently.

Not far away, the violent and sacred sword has become stronger and stronger.

Chen Changsheng ignored that side, there was Wang Po.

He just needs to ignore this side now.

He wanted to understand everything, so he was calm.

His eyes were calm, no matter how violent the rain fell on his face, he could not be disturbed.

A cultivator screamed, and his body suddenly turned into three places, attacking Su Li.

Chen Changsheng held the sword in both hands and cut into the rain.

The sword fell, a few feet away, only a sword, but at the same time cut three figures in the rain sky. Three people.

This is not a Huijian nor a burning sword. This is a trick of plum blossoms and three tricks in the Lishan swordsmanship.

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

Wipe it!

Then there was another cry.

At the same time, three swords sounded in the heavy rain. The three figures were stuck in the rain at the same time. Then the two figures dissipated, and the practitioner groaned and fell to the rain street with his chest covered!

Long Yinjian was in his hand as if he had come alive.

However, in several rounds, those practitioners who were preparing to attack Su Li fell down.

At this moment, he saw in Yu Guangli that Wang Po... seemed to be falling.

In an instant, he made a decision.

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(Ju Luo produces the sword, Chen Changsheng produces the sword, and the audience produces the sword. Then, who else will produce the sword?)

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