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

This sword has accumulated for many years, in order to cut a passage between the starry sky and the earth and cut off that threshold.

Tie Shu clearly felt that after Wang Po's sword intention reached the peak, he did not calm down for a while, but continued to improve, and some unknown changes were vaguely taking place.

Wang Po has already practiced to the peak of Star Gathering, and he still needs to continue to improve. What is it if it is not a breaking realm?

A sharp roar resounded across the Luo River.

The figure of the iron tree disappeared from Wang Po's eyes - it was not really gone. He was everywhere between the snow clouds and the ice surface.

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

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

The flower bloomed between heaven and earth, and it was his body that showed his anger and his hands shining with cold light!

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

If Wang Po wants to survive, he may see through these legal rules or make a positive breakthrough.

He has only been practicing Taoism for decades, but he can see through the methods of iron trees being boiled by long years.

No matter how much his sword intent improves, he cannot cut through the iron tree, which contains the laws of heaven and earth.

So what should he do?

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

With a light sound, his left arm broke and flew towards the sky.

A stream of blood appeared in a monotonous world where there was no other color except snow-white.

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

The sky was full of blood, shocking, like flowing magma, or like rotten plum blossoms, to burn everything and pollute everything.

In those blood colors, there is an extremely fearful and extremely awe-inspiring aura.

Somewhere in the sky, a roar with an incredible anger came from, it was the sound of the iron tree./p>

From the moment Wang Po cut off his arm, his arm was his knife, and his blood was his Tao. So what kind of knife intention was he using?

Why is this sword intent so powerful and terrifying that it can easily break through the laws and regulations of heaven and earth?

If the Pope or the merchant sailed here, or could see it clearly.

This sword is called "Fin Shi", which is Zhou Dufu's two-breaking sword techniques back then.

When practicing Taoism at the end, the paths often lead to the same end, but Wang Po used the intention of using two broken swords at this time, but there was nothing to do with this sentence.

Previously, Chen Changsheng told him about his understanding of the two broken swords, but he just listened to it casually and didn't care.

But, can he really ignore it?

Of course it is impossible.

Zhou Dufu is the world-recognized as the strongest person under the starry sky, and he uses a knife.

Wang Po was recognized by Zhou Dufu as the most powerful master of swordsmanship, and he also used swords.

Whether he admits it or not, or resists it or not, Zhou Dufu's swordsmanship has always influenced his practice.

As long as this name exists, as long as the two broken swords still exist, this influence will always be there.

He knew very well that even if he could temporarily break the iron tree's attack on the heaven and earth law of the world, he would inevitably have a great impact on his sword practice in the future.

But he still slashed down with one sword.

If it were just inheritance, this knife was still not enough to cut through the flowers of the iron tree.

But his sword first killed himself.

His sword came from Zhou Dufu, but it was the influence of Zhou Dufu on him and all the sword learners in later generations.

This is not inheritance, nor is it inheritance, it is acceptance and then abandonment.

No one in the world can do this.

Even if he is Wang Po, he still needs to cut off his own arm.

But as his arms flew into the sky, all the fog in his heart had been driven away, the shadows disappeared, and there was a clear and clear view in front of him.

Then, his sword continued to slash at the flowers blooming from the iron tree.

So, the sky was filled with slurry and the flowers fell like mud.

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Wang Po's heart of Tao was unprecedentedly calm, and the blood that was scattered around him was extremely hot, melting the snow in the sky and the ice on the river.

His iron knife, carrying his own blood, broke the petals representing the laws and regulations of heaven and earth, and came to the iron tree.

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

Those terrifying, destructive and destructive meanings, those resolute and cold auras have disappeared without a trace, leaving only himself.

Like snowy mountains, like green pine trees, unshakable.

If his iron knife had been unsheathed at this time, or he might have really defeated the iron tree.

Fortunately, his knife still failed to be unsheathed.

Tie Shu knew that this was an opportunity he should seize.

In the battle of Luoshui today, Wang Po showed his talent and courage beyond his imagination and shocked him.

But even though Wang Po broke through the threshold unbelievably, Tie Shu still firmly believed that he would easily win the final victory.

Because he had already seen Wang Po's problem.

Wang Poyun's sword took too long.

If time is enough, its momentum is enough. However, it often brings some new problems that you have not expected.

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

It would be more troublesome and slower than before when he wanted to shoot a knife.

Even the moment when lightning falls, it is enough to change the end of this battle.

In the cold roar, the figure of the iron tree appeared above the Luoshui River, and slapped Wang Po's head with a palm.

Just like it was at the beginning.

Wang Po seemed to have no idea that his knife was still in the sheath, and continued to swing the knife, with a calm expression and even a little dull.

Suddenly, an extremely light voice sounded between heaven and earth.

It was a light bang.

It sounds like the yellow leaves of Tanzhe Temple are blown by the wind, and it is like the snow on the long street being stepped on by someone.

No, it seems that something is broken.

It is the ice layer that is melted and thinned by heat blast, and the numerous cold willows cut off by the aftermath by the embankment!

It was a silver bottle that broke out, and thousands of troops were in trouble!

It is the ice that finally breaks, and the spring is full of the mountains!

It is the breaking of the realm.

It is Wang Po's.

The king breaks the realm!

The iron knife broke the sheath and slashed towards the iron tree!

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This is of course the most powerful sword that Wang Po has ever had in his life.

Heaven and earth must respond to this to express their respect.

The snow falling in the clouds suddenly stopped.

Countless cracks appeared on the ice layer on the surface of Luoshui, turning into thousands of thick floating ice.

The floating ice kept arching and then falling down, as if there was a irritating giant beast hidden underneath.

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

I don’t know how long it took, everything became quiet again.

Wang Po held the iron knife and looked at the distance more than ten miles away.

His broken arm went where he was covered in blood, his face was pale, but his eyes were very quiet.

More than ten miles away, Tie Shu stood on the ice, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head.
Chapter completed!