Fighter of the Destiny

This year's winter in Kyoto is much colder than in previous years. It is still early winter, and the Luoshui River has already frozen, especially the river outside Tongqumen. The ice is thick enough for people to stand on.

Wang Po and Tieshu were standing on the ice in Luoshui.

There was a gap of more than ten feet in diameter between the two of them. The river was rippling inside, and it was extremely dark, like an abyss.

The thunder that resounded through Kyoto started in the snow street and finally landed here.

Tieshu clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the opposite side expressionlessly, as if he had not made any move before.

Wang Po's iron sword was lying in front of him, and his clothes were torn with many holes, especially on his sleeves, collar and sleeve corners, as if they had been blown by the strong wind for decades.

Blood stains could be seen faintly in those torn openings.

It was obvious that he was already injured after just one encounter, and the injury didn't look serious.

But there was no relaxation in Tieshu's eyes, nor was there any contempt or disdain. Instead, he was more solemn, even a little vigilant.

The iron sword Wang Po was holding was still not out of its sheath. Several clear finger marks could be seen on the scabbard, and it had even been obviously bent.

He still didn't draw the knife.

A strong man from the sacred realm took the lead, but he didn't even draw his sword.

This is very puzzling and shocking.

What was even more shocking was that although he was seriously injured, he was still alive.

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When he faced Zhu Luo on Yujie Street in Xunyang City, Wang Po did not hesitate to use his strongest sword skills and cut countless space cracks, so that he could barely separate Zhu Luo's moonlight from Yujie. head.

Today, facing Tieshu on the snowy streets of Kyoto, he was able to catch Tieshu's move without even taking his sword out of its sheath.

Tieshu and Zhu Luo are both in trouble in all directions. In terms of combat power alone, they are even faintly superior to Zhu Luo.

This can only show that in these short two years, Wang Po's sword has become much stronger than when he was in Xunyang City.

Tieshu's face was expressionless, but his mood was a little subtle.

Without using the sword, he could receive his own powerful blow and still stand. The opponent was indeed the strongest among the younger generation.

He didn't know how much progress Wang Po had made in the past two years. He only knew that the other party was stronger than the rumors, and even much stronger than when he was in Tanzhe Temple.

This kind of improvement speed is really incredible.

He could no longer tell how far Wang Po was from that threshold.

Again.

——Wang Po still didn’t draw his sword.

"What kind of knife is this?" Tieshu suddenly asked.

Since Wang Po didn't draw his sword, what was he asking?

If there were people watching the battle on both sides of Luoshui at this time, they would definitely not understand this sentence.

Wang Po understands.

Knife is one word, but it can have many meanings.

The knife itself.

Knife moves.

The path of the knife.

The path of the knife.

He didn't draw his sword, but he had already made a move.

This move is a horizontal sword.

Wang Po's sword technique, as well as the magic of the move itself, are all contained in this horizontal line.

In this way, he could catch Tieshu's attack without drawing his sword.

Tieshu had never seen such wonderful sword skills.

What he asked was the name and origin of this move.

"I have no idea."

Wang Po said: "He didn't tell me."

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It is still a long way from Wei Mansion to Beibingmasi Hutong, and you will pass by Luoshui.

Wang Po and Chen Changsheng were traveling along the way and stopped by the Luoshui River to chat.

There are cold willows and embankments on the banks of the Luoshui River. There is ice on the river and there are stories.

When they first met in Xunyang City, they didn't say anything. This time they met again in Kyoto, knowing that they would be separated again later, maybe even forever, so they talked a lot.

They talked about Wang Zhice's past, the present day of Naihe Bridge, and their past.

Looking at the iron sword beside his waist, Chen Changsheng thought of the mausoleum in Zhou Garden, the owner of that mausoleum, and the sword skills painted on the black coffin, and an idea came to his mind.

That set of sword techniques could not be passed down orally, so he could only tell Wang Po some of what he learned from it.

Wang Po did not express his gratitude or refuse, but it was obvious that he was not too interested.

Even though he knew that it was the most powerful sword technique in history.

Because he has his own way of swordsmanship, and his way of swordsmanship is completely opposite to Zhou Du|fu's sword-cutting technique.

Chen Changsheng went on to say that he had learned the sword from Su Li in the wasteland.

Many ascetics in the world are very interested in this matter, or in other words, very jealous.

Wang Po was not jealous because he didn't like Su Li, but it was Su Li's sword after all, so he was a little interested.

Especially when Chen Changsheng mentioned that he learned the third sword from Su Li, but in fact Su Li didn't learn it either.

He told Chen Changsheng that he wanted to learn this sword.

Chen Changsheng said yes.

They stood under the cold willows by the Luoshui River and said a few words.

Then, Wang Po learned that sword.

He is the third person in the world to learn this sword.

And it only took him a few sentences.

I wonder how Su Li will feel after knowing this.

That sword is called the stupid sword.

To learn this sword, it requires repeated practice and tedious repetition.

What this sword requires is not talent, but a kind of persistence that is almost stupid.

So Su Li couldn't learn this sword because he was too smart.

Logically speaking, no matter how amazing Wang Po's talent was, there was no way he could learn this sword in such a short period of time.

What's interesting is that Wang Po's sword training method is very similar to Chen Changsheng's sword training method, which is to practice calligraphy.

In the past few decades, he has wielded the iron sword too many times.

Now, he only needs to use the sword as a sword to perform this sword, or this sword.

Therefore, Tieshu's terrifying hands could not break through his scabbard.

"You lost because you were wrong."

Wang Po looked at Tieshu opposite and said, "You shouldn't have stopped me from using my sword."

Tieshu was silent for a moment and said, "What's the explanation?"

Wang Po said: "When the sword is hidden in the sheath, it will undergo all kinds of changes and have infinite possibilities. Although it is not the strongest, it is the most difficult to defeat."

Tieshu said: "Am I stupid enough to wait until you draw your sword?"

Wang Po said: "If you dare not see the truth behind this knife, then the truth will often not be what you want."

Tieshu's expression was indifferent, and he held his hands behind him. Countless cold lights and sharp edges spilled out from his fingers, shredding the wind and snow silently.

This scene is a sign of his mood at this time, because Wang Po said what he wanted, so will he predict the ending correctly?

His eyes fell on Wang Po's iron sword, and he said mockingly: "Then you can show me the truth, if you can still do this."

Wang Po's knife is the truth.

Ever since he left Huaiyuan, the whole world has been waiting with eager anticipation.

However, the iron sword was already extremely bent at this time. How could he pull the sword out of the sheath?

As soon as he finished speaking, Tieshu came to Wang Po and dropped his hands from the air.

There was a strong wind above Luoshui River, and the snow flakes were almost blinding one's eyes. Ten finger shadows were faintly visible, rising through the sky from the shaking snow, like a giant tree stretching out its branches, or like a giant flower blooming.

Countless strong and metallic auras fell towards Wang Po as the branches stretched and the petals unfolded.

Iron trees bloom.

This is the Tao of the sacred realm, this is the power above the starry sky.

No matter how hard he defends that sword, it will not be able to cover the entire starry sky.

If Wang Po doesn't draw his sword again, he will definitely die.

So Wang Po finally took action.

The knife is still in the sheath, but the intention has already arisen.

An extremely sharp, yet extremely sincere sword shot soared into the sky.

The wind and snow were blowing violently, and numerous cracks appeared on the ice of Luoshui.

Feeling the intention of this sword, Tieshu's expression suddenly became serious, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Only he could tell that Wang Po was actually trying to break through the realm with this sword!