Chapter 707 Wang Po’s Po (Part 2)

From Tianliang to Wenshui, from Tiannan to Demon Realm, from Xunyang City to Kyoto, from Tanzhe Temple to Xuejie, Wang Po has been preparing to use his sword.

He had been practicing this sword for many years, just to open a passage between the starry sky and the earth and cut off the threshold.

Tieshu clearly felt that after Wang Po's sword intent reached its peak, it did not remain silent for a while, but continued to improve, and some unknown changes were vaguely occurring.

Wang Po has already reached the peak of gathering stars, and he still needs to continue to improve. What is it if it is not a breakthrough?

A loud roar resounded on both sides of Luoshui.

Tieshu's figure disappeared from Wang Po's eyes - it was not a true disappearance. His figure was everywhere between the snow clouds and the ice.

The breath of heaven and earth and the legal rules hidden therein were affected by his figure. The invisible flower with metallic luster fell from the sky and enveloped Wang Po's sword.

He used heaven and earth to restrain Wang Po's sword intent.

The flower blooming between heaven and earth is his figure that appears with anger, and his hands with a cold glow!

The iron tree blooms, with thousands of flowers in bloom. Each flower and petal represents the legal rules of heaven and earth, which is extremely powerful.

If Wang Po wants to survive, he must either see through these legal rules, or make a head-on breakthrough.

He had only been cultivating Taoism for a few decades, so how could he see through the tricks that Tieshu had learned over the years.

No matter how much he improves his sword intention, he still can't cut through the iron tree at this moment, a blow that contains the laws of heaven and earth.

So what should he do?

Wang Po's sword intent rose sharply and burst out of his body.

With a soft sound, his left arm was broken and flew towards the sky.

A streak of blood appeared in the monotonous sky and earth with no other color except snow white.

The clouds and dancing snow in the sky were painted with a bright color at this moment.

The sky was filled with blood, shocking, like flowing magma, and like rotten fallen plum blossoms, trying to burn everything clean and pollute everything.

In those bloody colors, there is an aura of extreme fear and awe.

There was a roar of disbelief from somewhere in the sky, and that was the voice of Tieshu.

From the moment Wang Po broke off his arm, his arm was his sword, and his blood was his Tao. So what kind of sword intention did he use?

Why is this sword intention so powerful and terrifying, able to easily break through the laws of heaven and earth?

If the Pope or Shang Xingzhou were here, they might be able to understand.

The meaning of this sword is called Burning the World, and it is the two-breaking sword technique used by Zhou Du|husband back then.

In the end, people who practice Taoism often reach the same destination through different paths, but the intention of Wang Po's two-broken sword at this time has nothing to do with this sentence.

Earlier at the bank of Luoshui, Chen Changsheng told him his understanding of the two broken knives, but he just listened casually and didn't care.

But can he really not care?

Of course it's impossible.

Zhou Dufu is universally recognized as the strongest man under the starry sky, and he uses a sword.

Wang Po is universally recognized as the most powerful master of swordsmanship after Zhou Du|Fu, and he also uses swords.

Whether he admits it or not, resists it or not, Zhou Dufu's sword technique has always affected his practice.

As long as this name exists and as long as the Two Broken Swords still exist, this influence will always be there.

He knew very well that if he used the sword intention of the two broken swords at present, even if it could temporarily break the iron tree's heaven and earth magic attack, it would definitely have a great impact on his sword practice in the future.

But he still slashed down with one strike.

If it is just inheritance, this sword is still not enough to cut through the iron tree's flowers.

But the first thing he cut with this sword was his own body.

His sword came from Zhou Dufu, but what he cut was Zhou Dufu's influence on him and all the swordsmen in later generations.

This is not inheritance or inheritance, it is acceptance and then discarding.

No one in the world can do this.

Even if he is Wang Po, he still needs to cut off one of his arms.

But as his arms flew to the sky, all the fog in his heart had been driven away, the shadows disappeared, and his eyes were clear and clear.

Then, his sword struck at the flowers blooming from the iron tree.

As a result, the sky was filled with slurry and flowers fell like mud.

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Wang Po's Taoist heart was calm as never before, but the blood spilled around him was extremely hot, melting the snow in the sky and the ice on the river.

With his own blood, his iron sword broke through the petals that represented the legal rules of heaven and earth, and came to Tieshu.

The sword has not yet been unsheathed, but its meaning has already penetrated between heaven and earth.

Those terrifying, destructive meanings of world destruction, those decisive and indifferent auras have disappeared without a trace, leaving only himself.

Like snow-capped mountains, like green pines, they cannot be shaken.

If at this time, his iron sword has been unsheathed, or he may really defeat the iron tree.

Fortunately, his sword was still unsheathed.

Tieshu knew that this was an opportunity he should seize.

In today's battle in Luoshui, Wang Po's talent and courage were beyond his imagination and shocked him.

But even if Wang Po broke through the threshold in disbelief, Tieshu still believed that he would easily win the final victory.

Because he had already seen Wang Po's problem.

Wang Poyun's knife took too long.

Given enough time, the momentum is sufficient. However, it often brings about some new problems that you are not even aware of.

For example, his knife was still in its sheath at this time, and the scabbard was bent.

If he wants to draw the knife, it will be more troublesome and slower than before.

Even the moment lightning falls is enough to change the outcome of this battle.

Amidst the cold whistle, Tieshu's figure appeared above Luoshui, among thousands of flowers, and slapped Wang Po on the head with his palm.

Just like in the beginning.

Wang Po didn't seem to know that his sword was still in the sheath, and he continued to swing the sword with a calm expression, even looking a little dull.

Suddenly, a very light sound sounded between heaven and earth.

It was a soft snap.

It sounds like the yellow leaves of Tanzhe Temple being blown by the wind, and a bit like the snow on the long street being stepped on.

No, something seems to be broken.

It’s the ice layer that has been melted and thinned by the heat, it’s the layers of cold willows cut off by the aftermath of the dike!

It's like the silver bottle is broken, thousands of troops and horses!

It’s the ice that finally breaks and spring fills the mountains!

It's a breaking situation.

It's Wang Po's Po.

Wang Po Po Realm!

The iron sword came out of its sheath and slashed towards the iron tree!

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This was certainly the most powerful sword in Wang Po's life.

Heaven and earth must respond to this in some way to show some respect.

The snow falling in the clouds suddenly stopped.

Numerous cracks appeared on the ice on the surface of Luoshui, turning into thousands of thick ice floes.

The ice floes kept arching and then falling, as if there was a violent giant beast hidden underneath.

In fact, it was the river water that was disturbed by the breath of heaven and earth and kept flowing.

I don’t know how long it took before everything became silent again.

Wang Po held the iron sword and looked into the distance more than ten miles away.

His broken arm had gone somewhere, and he was covered in blood. His face was pale, but his eyes were very peaceful.

More than ten miles away, Tieshu stood on the ice and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just shook his head.

He fell backward into the river full of ice and dead willow branches, and died.