Way of Choices

From Tianliang to Wenshui, from Tiannan to Demon Territory, from Xunyang City to Kyoto, from Tanzhe Temple to Xuejie, Wang Po has been preparing for the sword.

This knife he accumulated for many years, in order to cut a channel between the starry sky and the earth, cut off the threshold.

Tie Shu clearly felt that Wang Po's sword was not temporarily suspended after climbing to the top, but continued to ascend, and some unknown changes vaguely occurred.

Wang Po has already been repaired to the peak of Juxing, and he must continue to improve. Isn't it a breakthrough?

A loud roar rang across the Luo River.

Tie Shu's figure disappeared from Wang Po's eyes-not really disappeared, between Xueyun and the ice, he was everywhere.

The breath of heaven and earth and the rules of law hidden between them were touched by his figure. The invisible flower with metallic luster descended from the sky and enveloped Wang Po's knife in the middle.

He bound Wang Po's sword intentions with heaven and earth.

The flower was blooming between heaven and earth, that is, his figure showing his anger, and the hands with cold hands!

The iron tree is blooming and there are tens of thousands of flowers. Each flower and each petal represents the legal principles of the world and is extremely powerful.

If Wang Po wants to survive, or see through these legal principles, or make a breakthrough.

He hasn't practiced for more than a few decades. Where can he see the means by which the iron tree has been boiled for a long time?

No matter how he improves his sword intention, he can't cut the iron tree at this time, which is a blow that contains the law of heaven and earth.

So what should he do?

Wang Po's sword rose sharply and came out.

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

A blood appeared in the monotonous world where there was no other color except snow white.

The clouds and dancing snow in the sky were smeared with gorgeous colors at this moment.

The sky was full of blood, and it was shocking, as if it was flowing magma, and it seemed to be rotten plum, to burn everything clean and pollute everything.

In those bloodstains, there is a breath of extreme fear and great awe.

Somewhere in the sky came an incredulous anger, it was the voice of the iron tree.

From the moment when Wang Po broke his arm, his arm was his knife, and his blood was his word, so what was the meaning of the knife he used?

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

If the Pope or the firm is here, it might be clear.

The name of the sword is burning the world, but Zhou Du|fu's two broken sword tactics.

At the end of the monastery, they often ended up in the same way, but Wang Po used two broken swords at this time, but had nothing to do with this sentence.

Earlier on the banks of Luoshui, Chen Changsheng told him his understanding of the two broken knives. He just listened to it casually and didn't care.

But can he really care?

Of course not.

Zhou Dufu is the most powerful person under the stars in the world. He uses a knife.

Wang Po is the most powerful master of swordsmanship after Zhou Du |

Whether he admits it or not, Zhou Dufu's knife approach has been affecting his practice.

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

He knows very well that the use of two broken swords at the present time, even if he can temporarily break the iron and earth jurisprudence of the iron tree, it will inevitably have a great impact on his practice in the future.

But he still fell.

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

But his first cut was his own body.

His sword came from Zhou Dufu, but it was Zhou Dufu's influence on him and all later generations who learned knife.

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

No one in the world can do this.

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

But as his arms flew to the sky, all the mist in his heart was also evacuated, the shadow disappeared, and a clear and clear look in front of his eyes.

Then, this knife of hiss then cut the flowers blooming on the iron tree.

As a result, the sky was full of pulp and the flowers fell like mud.

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Wang Po’s Tao heart was unprecedentedly calm, and the blood spilled around him was extremely hot, melting the snow in the air and the ice on the river.

With his own blood, his iron knife broke through the petals that represented the rules of heaven and earth and came to the front of the iron tree.

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

Those horrible, ruinous world-destroying meanings, those determined, indifferent breath, have disappeared, leaving him alone.

Such as snowy mountains, such as green pine, cannot be shaken.

If at this time, his iron knife has already been sheathed, or he may really defeat the iron tree.

Fortunately, his knife still failed.

Tieshu knew that this was an opportunity that he should seize.

Today's battle in Luoshui, the talent and courage shown by Wang Po really exceeded his imagination and shocked him.

But even if Wang Po broke the threshold unbelievably, Tie Shu 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.

There is enough time, and its strength is sufficient, however, it often brings some new problems that you did not intend to think of yourself.

For example, his knife is still in the sheath at this time, and the sheath has been bent.

He wanted to make a knife, which would be more troublesome and slower than before.

Even the moment when the lightning strikes is enough to change the ending of this battle.

In the sound of Han Xiao, the figure of Tie Shu appeared above Luoshui, and among the thousands of flowers, he slapped a hand towards Wang Po's head.

Just like at the beginning.

It seemed that Wang Po didn't know that his knife was still in the sheath, and continued to swing the knife, his expression calm, even a little sullen.

Suddenly, there was a very light voice between heaven and earth.

It was a snapping sound.

It sounded like the yellow leaves of Tanzhe Temple were blown by the wind, and some were like the snow on the long street was trampled by people.

No, it seems something is broken.

It is the ice layer melted and thinned by the heat, and the heavy willow cut off by the aftermath beside the embankment!

The silver bottle is broken at first glance.

It is the end of the ice, the spring is full of mountains!

It's a breakthrough.

It was Wang Po's broken.

Wang Po broke through!

The iron sword came out of the sheath and cut to the iron tree!

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This is of course Wang Po's most powerful knife in his life.

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

The snow falling in the cloud suddenly stopped.

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

The ice floes kept arching, and then fell, as if hiding a fierce giant beneath.

In fact, it was because the river was disturbed by the breath of heaven and earth, and kept running.

I don't know how long it has passed, everything is quiet again.

Wang Po held an iron knife and looked into the distance of more than ten miles away.

His broken arm didn't know where to go, he was covered in blood, his face was pale, but his eyes were very quiet.

For more than ten miles, the iron tree stood on the ice, seemed to want to say something, but eventually shook his head.

He fell backwards, fell into a river full of ice and withered branches, and died.

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