This year's winter in Kyoto is much colder than in previous years. It is early winter, and the Luo River has frozen, especially the ice surface on the river outside the Tongqu Gate is already thick and can stand people.

Wang Po and Tie Shu were standing on the ice of Luoshui at this time.

There was a broken mouth more than ten feet in the middle of the two, and the river was rippling inside, extremely dark, like an abyss.

The thunder that resounded through Kyoto started on Snow Street and eventually fell here.

Tie Shu looked at the opposite side with his hands in his arms expressionlessly, as if he had not taken action before.

Wang Po's iron knife was standing in front of him, and his clothes were torn into pieces, especially his clothes, collars and corners of his sleeves, as if they had been blown by the strong wind for decades.

Blood stains can be seen in those torn holes.

It was obvious that he had been injured after just one meeting, and his injuries did not seem to be minor.

But there was no relaxed expression in Tie Shu's eyes, nor contempt or disdain. Instead, he became more solemn and even seemed a little vigilant.

The iron knife that Wang Poheng held was still not unsheathed. Several clear finger marks could be seen on the scabbard, and even obvious bends had occurred.

He still didn't shoot.

A strong man from the sacred realm took the lead in taking action, but he didn't even shoot out the sword.

This is a very puzzling and shocking thing.

What was even more shocking was that although he suffered heavy injuries, he was still alive.

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When facing Zhu Luo on the Yu Street in Xunyang City, Wang Po used his strongest sword technique without hesitation and cut out countless space cracks to barely separate Zhu Luo's moonlight from the other end of Yu Street.

Today, facing Tie Shu on the snow street in Kyoto, his knife was not even sheathed, so he could catch Tie Shu's move.

Tie Shu and Zhu Luo are both in all directions. Just by fighting power, they are even faintly above Zhu Luo.

This only shows that in just two years, Wang Po's sword has been much better than when he was in Xunyang City.

Tie Shu had no expression on his face, but his mood was a little subtle.

Without moving the knife, you can take on your own powerful attack and stand still. The opponent is indeed the strongest among the younger generation.

He didn't know how much progress Wang Po had made in the past two years, but he only knew that the other party was stronger than the rumors, and even much stronger than in Tanzhe Temple.

This speed of improvement is really incredible.

He could no longer judge how far Wang Po was from that threshold.

The same sentence.

——Wang Po still didn’t shoot.

"What kind of knife is this?" Tie Shu suddenly asked.

Since Wang Po did not use the knife, what was he asking about this sentence?

If there were people watching the battle on both sides of Luoshui at this time, they would definitely not understand this sentence.

Wang Po understands.

A knife is a word, but it can have many meanings.

The knife itself.

The moves of the knife.

The trajectory of the knife.

The road of the knife.

He did not make a knife, but he had already made a move.

This move is a horizontal knife.

Wang Po's sword art and the magic of this move themselves are all contained in this horizontal line.

In this way, he could catch an attack from Tie Shu without ejaculation.

Iron Tree had never seen such a wonderful sword technique.

What he asked was the name and origin of this trick.

"I have no idea."

Wang Po said, "He didn't tell me."

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It is still a bit far from Wei Mansion to Beibingmasi Hutong, and you will pass by Luoshui.

Wang Po and Chen Changsheng walked along the way before and once stopped by the Luo River to have a leisurely chat.

There are cold willows, embankments, ice on the river surface, and stories.

When they first met in Xunyang City, they didn't say anything. This time they met again in Kyoto. They knew that they would part again later, and maybe even part forever, so they talked a lot.

They talked about Wang Zhice back then, talked about the present day of Naiheqiao and their past.

Looking at the iron knife beside his waist, Chen Changsheng remembered the tomb in Zhouyuan, the owner of the tomb, and the sword technique painted on the black coffin, and came up with an idea.

That set of sword techniques could not be passed on from word to word of mouth, so he could only tell Wang Po some of the gains he had learned from it.

Wang Po did not express his gratitude or refuse, but it could be seen that he was not very interested.

Even though he knew it was the strongest set of sword techniques ever since ancient times.

Because he has his own sword art, and his sword art is completely opposite to Zhou Dufu's one sword and two swords.

Chen Changsheng continued to say that he had learned swords from Su Li in the wasteland.

Many practitioners in the world are very interested in this matter, or are jealous.

Wang Po was not jealous because he didn't like Su Li, but that was Su Li's sword after all, so he was a little interested.

Especially when Chen Changsheng mentioned that he followed Su Li to learn the third sword, but in fact Su Li didn't learn it either.

He told Chen Changsheng that he wanted to learn this sword.

Chen Changsheng said yes.

They stood under the cold willows by the Luo River and said a few words.

Then, Wang Po learned the sword.

He is the third person in this world to learn this sword.

And he only took a few words.

I don’t know how Su Li will feel after he knows this.

That sword is called the Stupid Sword.

To learn this sword, what is needed is to train and repeat constantly monotonously and irritatingly.

What this sword requires is not talent, but an almost stupid persistence.

So Su Li couldn't learn this sword because he was too smart.

Logically speaking, no matter how amazing Wang Po's talent is, he will not be able to learn this sword in such a short time.

Interestingly, Wang Po’s method of practicing swords is very similar to Chen Changsheng’s method of practicing swords, which is just a practice calligraphy.

He has waved the iron knife too many times in the past few decades.

Now, he only needs to use the sword as a knife to cast this sword, or this sword.

So, Tie Shu's terrible hands failed to break through his scabbard.

"You lost because you were wrong."

Wang Po looked at the iron tree opposite and said, "You shouldn't let me take the knife."

Tie Shu was silent for a moment and said, "What's the solution?"

Wang Po said: "When the knife hides the edge of the sheath, there will be many changes and infinite possibilities. Although it is not the strongest, it is the most difficult to break."

Tie Shu said, "Do I have to wait foolishly until you draw your sword?"

Wang Po said: "If you don't dare to see the truth of this knife, then the truth will often be worse than you wish."

Tie Shu looked indifferent, holding his hands behind him, countless cold lights and sharp edges overflowed from his fingers, silently cutting the wind and snow.

This scene symptomatic of his mood at this moment. Because Wang Po hit his mind, would he predict the ending?

His eyes fell on Wang Po's iron knife and said mockingly: "Then you can show me the truth if you can still do this."

Wang Po’s knife is the truth.

Since he left Huaiyuan, the whole world has been looking forward to it.

However, at this time the iron knife was not bent, so how could he pull the knife out of the sheath?
To be continued...