Since the war started, this is the first time that Wang Po’s Iron Knife has had the chance to come to Zhu Luo.

Just when Zhu Luo suddenly encountered a sneak attack, was injured by a sword, and the filth image shattered, and the moon in the water was forced to return to his original body.

The iron knife was blowing and storm, and it was extremely strong.

Wang Po didn't care about what had happened before, and ignored the bright moon in the rain. The assassin attacked again and again. Chen Changsheng's swords were clamoring together, but he just slashed at Zhu Luo in front of him.

It's like chopping wood, more like calculating accounts, extremely focused.

At this time, or the time when he is most likely to defeat Zhu Luo, or even the only time when he defeats Zhu Luo before entering the sacred realm.

Zhu Luo raised his palm toward the sky, and dark clouds covered the moon.

No one knows who can be stronger with Wang Po's full force and Zhu Luo's hasty palm when he was seriously injured.

Until the next moment, no one knew.

Because Wang Po's knife did not fall.

The iron knife stopped in the air in front of Zhu Luo.

Zhu Luo's palm also stopped in the air.

The two did not meet.

The heavy rain gradually stopped, and the streets were still dark and extremely quiet.

The picture seems to be still.

Even the sound of breathing cannot be heard.

Zhu Luo looked at Wang Po, silent, and his face suddenly turned extremely pale.

Countless powerful auras gushed out from the edge of his palm and his clothes, dissipating into the drizzle.

Those were the true energy that he forced to restrain while seriously injured. It should have fallen on Wang Po's iron knife, but he did not expect that Wang Po would give up his last chance and the iron knife stopped in the air.

With a muffled sound, Zhu Luo's true energy fell into the void, and his breath was all placed between heaven and earth.

He could not have thought that Wang Po would put away his sword because he was not a person like Wang Po.

The reason why Wang Po stopped his sword was not because he calculated the development of the situation in the future, nor because his combat awareness was so strong that he could see through the clouds that covered the moon, but because of a very simple reason.

Zhu Luo was injured, and he didn't want to take advantage of others' danger.

He didn't care about the best opportunity. He believed that as long as he could survive, he would one day enter the sacred realm and then openly defeat Zhu Luo and other powerful people in the sacred realm.

Therefore, Wang Po received his knife.

So... Zhu Luo was seriously injured, even worse than the injuries Liu Qing and Chen Changsheng had put on him.

Blood overflowed from the corners of his lips and flowed out of his body, getting faster and faster.

Many of the things that are happening in this world make no sense.

But actually, it makes sense if you think about it carefully.

The light rain brushes gently, and the long street is still quiet.

Neither the people in the field nor the people watching the game from a distance spoke.

Looking at Zhu Luo, covered in blood, it is difficult for anyone to speak.

It has been hundreds of years, but who has ever seen a big man like Fengyu in the world be defeated by others?

Who has ever seen a peerless strong man like Zhu Luo in such a embarrassing and suffering such severe injuries?

Zhu Luo lowered his head, his long hair wet by the rain spread on his shoulders. He looked at the sword in his hand, and there was only one sword hilt left - the Moonlight Sword made of ten thousand fine steel and mitral, extremely hard, but at this time it had turned into dust in the cracks between the wall and the ground.

He raised his head, looked at Chen Changsheng on the other end of Weiyu, and said, "Henatao Jianxin?"

Listening to this, the spectators who were shocked by the sound of thousands of swords were even more shocked.

Zhu Luo looked at Wang Po in front of him again and said, "I admire him."

There were no more than five people on the entire continent who could admire him. But he said to Wang Po. Because Wang Po showed his strong will and combat power far exceeding his age in the battle situation today. Also, because the knife that Wang Po did not fall in the end was far stronger than the knife.

Finally, Zhu Luo looked at the other end of Yujie, the blood-covered assassin standing in front of the horse.

Today, the three guards of Su Li in Xunyang City are all heroes. If we want to consider the damage caused to Zhu Luo, Chen Changsheng will be about two points, Wang Po's last unstoppable sword will be five points, and the assassin named Liu Qing will be three points. For the entire battle situation, Wang Po is the foundation, Chen Changsheng will be the last accident, and Liu Qing will be the most critical breaker.

Assassin, killing, naturally, it will not be built. In history books, he always appears as a breaker. The spectator in the distance of the Yu Street looked at the assassin with Zhu Luo's eyes. He remembered that the two sudden changes in the previous battle arose because of this person. He was shocked. He thought about what was going on, who was this assassin? Who was this assassin? Who was willing to walk in the darkness and play an assassin in the dark? Which assassin could actually calculate all the details of the battle and successfully destroy Zhu Luo's control over Xunyang City?

Zhu Luo was too confident, or because Wang Po was too strong and could not hold back, he didn't mind killing Wang Po in Xunyang City, which could also avoid some future problems, but he would not let Chen Chang live and die. The assassin calculated this, so he launched a sneak attack in the heavy rain, with swords and swords all blood, killing Chen Changsheng in danger.

The Zhu family is a large clan of Tianliang County, with a large clan. Even if Zhu Luo was not worried about the revenge of Lishan Sword Sect and hatred of the southerners afterwards, he had to consider the descendants of the clan. After all, he had to consider reputation, so he didn't want to... kill Su Li with his own hands, so he chose to use the Moon of Water to come to the other end of the rain and capture Chen Changsheng. Zhu Luo thought that he used the simplest method to create the most perfect situation and gave the assassin the chance to kill Su Li, but he did not expect that this opportunity was originally the opportunity created by the assassin for him.

This is not an opportunity for the assassin to kill Su Li, it is an opportunity for... to kill him

Human heart, love and hate, pros and cons, family, feathers, sacred, everything is in the calculation of the assassin

Chen Changsheng stood in front of the assassin and naturally remembered what Su Li taught him on the road. If there is really a sword of wisdom in the world, then this is the real sword of wisdom, right?

Zhu Luo's cold voice sounded in the cold rain: "Liu Qing, do you actually dare to attack me?"

There was an uncontrollable scream in the crowd, and some people who were about to continue attacking Su Li while the rain stopped subconsciously. Not many people knew the name Liu Qing, but those who knew the name understood what this very ordinary name meant - Liu Qing was the third terrible killer on the list of assassins in the world. After the mysterious and extremely gloomy and terrifying world chief assassin disappeared back then, he could be said to be the most terrifying person on the mainland.

It turns out that this assassin is the legendary Liu Qing

No wonder he even dared to assassinate Zhu Luo

Zhu Luo looked at Liu Qing and said, "Do you think there is really no one in the world who can dig out your background? If you dare to reveal your background, don't blame me for sending people up the mountain to dig three feet away from the ground in the future."

Liu Qing's mask was already broken, with dandruff and blood drooping everywhere, looking extremely terrifying.
Chapter completed!