Fighter of the Destiny

Wang Po's sword is very strong. It's sharp enough. With the concentration of the true energy of the Star Gathering Upper Realm, it can break through the space barrier that looks fragile but is actually the strongest. At the same time, it's strong enough to deal with it well. It can only be cut through. The space can help him transcend the abyss between the secular and the sacred to resist Zhu Luo's sword that comes with the moonlight.

The clouds over Xunyang City were still low and dark, and the edges were still as bright as silver. It was as if it was night, and the wind and rain in the street suddenly disappeared, and it became extremely quiet. Only the sound of breathing could be vaguely heard. That was the shocked sigh of the crowd watching from a distance. This battle has gone beyond the understanding of many people, but people can feel that Zhu Luo's sword seems to have been really blocked by Wang Po. How did he do it?

Su Li did not cheer this time, and his expression became serious. It was not because Wang Po's sword was not exciting enough, but because he felt that this sword was too exquisite. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, between the two strikes, Wang Po realized something through this battle with the strongest man in the mainland, and he actually took a step further in the way of the sword!

If this is true, Wang Po's talent for cultivation can be said to be astonishing, and this opportunity can also be said to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he can survive after this battle and fully digest and absorb the precious experience of this battle, maybe It is possible to break through to the peak of the Star Gathering Realm in a short period of time, and it is very possible to even see the threshold of the Holy Realm.

Can Wang Po still survive? Especially after his two swords have fully proved that he can threaten Zhu Luo's position in all directions decades later? Su Li didn't have any hope in this, so his expression became more solemn. He felt it was such a pity.

The wind and rain rise again, and the sound of falling rain is like a drum.

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Zhu Luo's sword brings endless wind and rain, and after the wind and rain there will be a rainbow. Behind the wind and rain, in the sky further north, there is a bright moon, with both 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 Wang Po's iron sword can still be lifted in the heavy rain.

However, Bafang Fengyu is not just an ordinary cultivator after all. They are the strongest in the continent, possessing an unimaginable amount of true energy, possessing unmatched wisdom and combat experience, and possessing the most dazzling brilliance. Wang Po's iron sword couldn't take away the light after all. Just like the dark clouds in the sky of Xunyang City could not cover the moon, the edge of the clouds was finally plated with a silver edge. It was as dark as night above the Rain Street, and the space cracks cut open by the iron knife were even more dark and heart-stopping. However, the edges of those pitch-black space cracks suddenly lit up.

Those bright lights came from Jolo's sword.

The sword light accompanied by the violent storm came to Wang Po. At this time, his iron sword must continue to cut through the rain street and maintain enough space cracks to prevent Zhu Luo's Yingyue sword from breaking through his In front of him, to Chen Changsheng and Su Li behind him, he had no way to pay attention to the sword lights.

Those sword lights were not very bright, and even seemed a bit dim. Wang Po's perfect sword field could not do anything to stop it. When the sword light fell, only a hissing sound was heard. Wang Po's clothes suddenly shattered. Several extremely clear sword marks appeared on the surface of his perfectly washed body, and blood slowly overflowed from those sword marks.

The sword light kept passing over his iron sword and falling on his body. It seemed like an understatement, but in fact it was unforgettable.

Every sword light would cut a wound on his body and bring out a stream of blood.

Wang Po's face became even paler, without any blood at all, and looked particularly thrilling in the dim rainy street. His expression was still calm and firm, but his distinctive eyebrows drooped even more, making him look a little downcast and more miserable than usual. Yes, his situation at this time was really miserable.

Zhu Luo's sword light cut into his body, almost hurting him, how could he not be in pain? This pain is still in the spiritual world. In his heart, as a long-established swordsman genius, he is now a great man in Tiannan. However, when he meets Zhu Luo in his hometown of Tianliang County, he can still only feel so miserable. The earth is struggling to support the suffering, no matter how strong the natural will is, after all, it cannot change the gap between strength and realm. Just like what the Wang family experienced in Tianliang County many years ago, it is so desperate, how can it not be miserable?

Only if he puts away his iron sword at this time, leaves Rain Street, and chooses to avoid it, can he escape from these hardships.

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

Wang Po has been used to a hard life since he was a child and knows this very well. So he had no intention of avoiding it. He drooped his eyebrows with a sad expression, lowered his head slightly, held the knife tightly, and stood in the rainstorm, letting the sword light that crossed his sword's intention leave streaks of blood on his body, and let the blood be wiped out more and more. The bigger the rainstorms wash it away.

The sword intent on the rain street is still so straight, and the space cracks cut are still so straight, so the heavy rain fell into it and disappeared. Even Zhu Luo was temporarily unable to step forward, and most of his sword intent could not reach it. This way.

Wang Po also stood very straight. But how long can he stand? How long can he hold the iron sword in his hand?

Heavy rain, bitter cold, and fierce winds.

The beads on the abacus in the ruins of the inn were moved again, making a snapping sound, as if they were beating a rhythm.

Farther away on the side street, the musicians from Prince Liang's Mansion had already fled. Various musical instruments were thrown all over the floor. They were being blown around by the strong wind. The gongs hit the wall, and rocks fell from the wall. On the drum surface, a flute flew into the air, air poured into the holes of the flute, making a whimpering sound, and there was also a guqin, with its strings breaking...

Clan clang clank.

What a fast and chaotic song.

When will the wind and rain stop, and when will the music end?

Nobody knows.

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Behind Rain Street, the crowd stood there in dead silence. Liang Zhen stood at the front, looking inexplicably calm. Liang Hongzhuang stood on the other side of the street, as if she didn't want to stand with the prince's distant cousin, and for some reason, she looked at Wang Po in the wind and rain in the distance with a strange expression, as if she wanted to cry, but also seemed to want to laugh. All in all it's very complicated.

No one knew what would happen next, no one could even imagine what would happen next.

Clouds cover the sky, and the day is like night. The ordinary people in Xunyang City have their doors and windows closed, hiding under the bed or hiding in jars. Wherever they dare to come out, those who are still on the street at this time are all practitioners, and these practitioners They all came to kill Su Li. If it were a normal time, when strong men like Zhu Luo and Wang Po were fighting, they would never dare to make any move. If they offended each other, who knew what price they and the sect behind them would pay. But today many people don't care about this. When they step into Xunyang City, they are already prepared to pay the price with their lives.

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

Su Li was riding on the back of the yellow gelding horse, looking very eye-catching in the wind and rain. Everyone knew that he was now a useless person, and Lin Canghai had successfully forced out his last sword. Chen Changsheng must be very tired now after having sacrificed so much to resist the attacks of Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun. As for Wang Po, he was suppressed by Zhu Luo's sword and was unable to move. So, if Su Li is attacked at this time, who can save him? Who else can block the gun for Su Li?

Many people were thinking this, so they began to do so. Covered by the sound of wind and rain, they walked out of the streets and walked towards the man on horseback on the rainy street. Liang Zhen and Liang Hongzhuang looked at the people walking past them, feeling the chill and murderous intent on their bodies. They remained silent, not stopping them or making any sound.

The reins of the yellow gelding hung down in the rain on the ground. I don't know if it was because of the breed of the horse or Su Li, but the strange sight brought by Zhu Luo's sword and the terrifying battle aura fluctuations more than ten feet away did not make the horse run away in fright, but honestly Shiji lowered his head.

Chen Changsheng also lowered his head, looking at the ripples in the rain and remaining silent.

The dragon chant dagger and the scabbard were finally connected for the first time after leaving the old temple in Xining Town. Back in Xining Town, Senior Brother Yu Ren would only choose this method of sword formation when he went to the back mountains to hunt those powerful monsters. He did this today because he knew that the enemy he faced today was 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 staring behind him.

Chen Changsheng looked at these practitioners and remained silent.

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

Chen Changsheng ignored him, there was Wang Po over there.

He just needs to pay attention to this side now.

He had figured everything out, so he was at peace.

His eyes were very calm, no matter how violent the rain falling on his face was, it could not be disturbed.

A cultivator shouted loudly, and his body suddenly transformed into three parts and attacked Su Li.

Chen Changsheng held the sword with both hands and slashed it into the rainy sky.

Where the sword landed, a few feet away, there was only one sword, but it slashed at three figures in the rainy sky at the same time. Three people.

This is not the Huijian or the Burning Sword, this is the Three Plum Blossoms move in Lishan Sword Technique.

Su Li accidentally told him three days ago.

A scratch!

Then there was another sound.

As if at the same time, three sword sounds rang out in the heavy rain. The three figures stood still in the rainy sky at the same time. Then the two figures disappeared, and the practitioner groaned, clutching his chest and fell on the rainy street!

The Dragon Sword seemed to come alive in his hands.

Within a few rounds, those practitioners who were preparing to attack Su Li fell down one after another.

At this moment, he saw in his peripheral vision that Wang Po... seemed to be about to fall as well.

In an instant, he made a decision.

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(Zhu Luo draws his sword, Chen Changsheng draws his sword, and the audience draws his sword. Next, who else draws his sword?)