Chapter 110: The weather is cool, Wang Po (1)
A clear roar echoed in the inn building, and King Liang finally took action and rushed to the man.
His body movement was bright and upright, with a tiger sitting on the dragon plaque, floating in a row, but heavier as a mountain.
He held a gold and steel pestle in his hand, scattering infinite light, as if the spring sun was warm and mellow.
In short, both body skills and martial arts have the kingly aura, which makes people unable to hide.
This is the first time that King Sun of Liang took action in the true sense. His eyes were extremely bright and his expression was extremely solemn. Taking action was his most powerful means.
Because he knows very well how powerful his opponent is.
Chen Changsheng felt awesome and thought that if he was on the chariot before, it would be such a powerful method. He would have a chance to break through this light and return to the inn?
With his current level of cultivation, he had no way to deal with the bright means of King Sun of Liang, because this means was too bright and unparalleled, unable to break, and could not respond. He could only hold on, bear it and die. Because this was the most powerful means of King Sun of Liang, even that person could not avoid it and could not break it.
The method that man chose was to take it head-on.
One palm broke through the drooping raindrops, and quietly came forward in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng's eyes, blocking Liang Wangsun's vajra.
The palm is very slender and suitable for holding the knife, but the palm seems a bit thick. It is obvious that the knife is held for too long, or because of this, the palm easily holds the tip of the vajra, just like holding the hilt of the knife.
The infinite light is completely converged between the five fingers.
Two powerful auras, two nearly perfect star fields, met in this grip.
At this moment, an angry shout came from across the street. Xiao Zhang shot back like a flying stone, carrying dust and rain, and gravel all over the sky, and stabbed the building with iron spears with wind and thunder.
After being injured, Xiao Zhang became even more crazy. The white paper covering his face was covered with blood spots, which made his eyes look extremely deep and terrifying, and even more violent.
The man stood in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng, holding the vajra in his left hand, looking at Liang Wangsun, calm and focused, as if he had not noticed Xiao Zhang's return of Baman
However, the moment the iron spear fell, his sleeves moved.
In the light rain and breeze, the blue sleeves rippled slightly, and then the knife started again.
The man waved his knife and slashed at Xiao Zhang. His movements were extremely simple. He could be said to be a perfect expression or an understatement. He even gave people a feeling that he seemed to care very much.
The iron spear still started first, and the sword still emerged later, but the blade was still not the iron spear, but the yellow puppet behind the spear, the pale piece of paper, because this seemingly ordinary knife is faster and stronger than this domineering iron spear
Xiao Zhang was angry, unwilling, painful, crazy... but he had to shoot and block
In this world, there are few people who can block Xiao Zhang's iron spear. In this world, this person will never block his gun, and will only force him to use his gun to block it. Therefore, Xiao Zhang hates this person very much, and when he sees him, he becomes extremely irritable and painful.
There was a loud bang
The iron spear and the knife met again between the inn.
At that time, the light of King Liang was still held in the hand of the man, burning and spitting out energy.
The names of these three people are the most resonant names in the world.
After a long separation, they finally met in Xunyang City.
Three terrifying auras meet here.
Three powerful realms meet here.
The blade broke through the air, and the gun was about to expose the sky, and the light enveloped the fields.
The air waves sprayed out of the inn, and a strong wind suddenly blew in Xunyang City.
However, there was a strange quietness among the ruins of the inn, with no wind or even no sound.
The eyes of King Sun Liang were as bright as stars, but the hair on his temples was already wet.
The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face did not move, but there was blood walking on it, like a trace of a worm.
The man stood in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng, holding a knife in one hand and a pestle in the other, as if standing in front of the threshold, but he didn't know whether he was going to open the door or close it.
Finally, his knife fell.
It turned out to be closed.
Uninvited guests were invited to leave the threshold.
The iron knife fell, unstoppable.
Even Xiao Zhang couldn't stop it.
The iron spear trembled quickly and kept buzzing.
Xiao Zhang was forced to sweep back again.
The knife kept following him.
The white paper danced, and the kite flew away. Xiao Zhang retreated all the way, and he destroyed many courtyards.
The blade fell, and the thunder kept ringing throughout Xunyang City.
Houses are collapsed everywhere, smoke and dust are flying everywhere, and only the figure of Xiao Zhang can be seen vaguely.
In the end, Xiao Zhang overcame the sword force and stood firm.
At that time, he had arrived in the west of the city, seven miles away from the inn.
He looked at the inn in the distance and let out a very angry shout.
"Wang Po, you're crazy"
The iron knife left, and the man had no weapons.
He didn't need weapons, and he was still holding the vajra in his left hand.
The brightness of King Liang was held in his hands.
He looked at King Liang, with an unconcealed sharpness in his eyes.
Retreat, or lose.
The eyes of King Sun of Liang became brighter and brighter, as if the stars were about to be destroyed.
As a descendant of a king, glory and pride are at this point.
The man understood, so he stopped saying anything and clenched his palm.
Holding means shaving the knife, and holding the knife means shaving the fist.
The man punched, put the light in the center of the fist, and then broke it.
There was a loud bang, as if in a faraway place, there was a spring thunder thousands of miles away, and a spring at the bottom of the abyss.
In fact, it is the annihilation of energy between the fingers.
The face of King Liang was pale in an instant, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, as if the stars had lost their luster.
He looked at the man, full of incredibleness and said shockedly: "Are you crazy?"
The blade fell, and it was thunder.
The light is broken by the fist, and it is thunder.
Countless thunder sounded in Xunyang City, and the last and loudest thunder sound came from that person's body.
The wind blew hard, the breath crushed, and the inn finally collapsed completely.
The broken gravel and tiles were sputtered everywhere, and countless people were hit and fell one after another.
The smoke and dust were ripped off, and it was immediately wet and fell down by the rain.
Seeing that his building collapsed, the people who were originally in the building had already appeared in the Yukong, and the people who were originally on the second floor had arrived at the ground, and Su Li was still sitting in the chair, as if he was unaware of anything.
Xiao Zhang walked from the other end of Yujie, and the white paper on his face had already broken a corner, revealing the terrifying wound below.
His hand holding the gun was shaking constantly.
King Sun Liang's face was snow-white, holding the vajra, his hands were trembling.
The man was still silent and calm.
The man was dressed in blue, a little tall and thin, quiet, with his eyebrows slightly hanging, and was lonely.
For some reason, I feel shabby when I see him.
It is not ordinary shabby, but shabby after wealth and desolation after flowers.
He ignored his hopes and was not proud, but just stood in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng like this. But even if the painting Jia Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun joined forces, they could not get through.
Because he is Wang Po.
The first place in the Xiaoyao List, the King of Tianliang was defeated.
Chapter completed!