As soon as he finished speaking, Tie Shu came to Wang Po's face and his hands broke through the air.

There was a strong wind blowing above the Luo River, and the snow was about to cover people's eyes. It was faintly visible from the ground. Ten finger shadows shook the snow and broke through the sky, as if a giant tree was stretching out its branches, and like a giant flower blooming.

Countless extremely tough, with a metallic aura, falling towards Wang Po as the branches stretched and the petals spread out.

Iron tree blooms.

This is the Tao in the sacred realm, this is the power above the starry sky.

No matter how hard that sword can defend, it will never be able to cover the entire starry sky.

If Wang Po does not shoot out the knife again, he will definitely die.

So Wang Po finally took the knife.

The knife is still in the sheath, and the intention has already arisen.

An extremely sharp but extremely innocent sword staircase soared into the sky.

The wind and snow suddenly stormed, and countless cracks appeared on the ice surface of Luoshui.

Feeling this knife intent, Tie Shu's expression suddenly turned sharp and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Chapter completed!