Since the start of the battle, this was the first time that Wang Po's blade had a chance to appear in front of Zhu Luo.
Just when Zhu Luo was suddenly ambushed, his body was wounded, his phantasm shattered, and the moon in the water was forced to return to his body.
The blade rose in the storm, reaching its peak and also reaching its peak.
Wang Po paid no attention to what had just happened. He paid no attention to the bright moon amidst the rain, the assassin's sneak attack after sneak attack, Chen Changsheng's ten thousand swords clattering together as he slashed at Zhu Luo.
It was like he was chopping firewood, or even calculating accounts. He was incomparably focused.
This might be his best chance to defeat Zhu Luo, and it might even be his only chance to do so before stepping into the Divine Domain.
Zhu Luo raised his palm to the sky, dark clouds obscuring the moon.
No one knew whether Wang Po's full-strength blade or Zhu Luo's hastily executed palm in his heavily injured state would be stronger.
Even in the next moment, no one knew.
Because Wang Po's blade did not descend.
The blade stopped in the air in front of Zhu Luo.
Zhu Luo's palm also stopped in the air.
The two did not meet.
The torrential rain gradually subsided, but the street was still gloomy and quiet.
The scene seemed to stop.
Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Zhu Luo silently gazed at Wang Po, his face abruptly turning abnormally pale.
Countless strands of powerful Qi gushed out from the edges of his palm and his clothes, scattering into the drizzle.
This was the true essence he had forcefully restrained after his heavy injuries. It should have fallen on Wang Po's blade, but he had not expected that Wang Po would give up on this final chance. The blade stopped in the air.
With a muffled hum, Zhu Luo's true essence completely missed, his Qi completely dispersed into the world.
He had not expected Wang Po to withdraw his blade, because he was not Wang Po's type of person.
Wang Po had withdrawn his blade not because he had calculated how the situation would develop, not because his battle instincts were so powerful that they could see through the dark clouds obscuring the moon. It was because of a very simple reason.
Zhu Luo was injured, so he did not want to take advantage of him.
He did not care about the best opportunity. He believed that as long as he could survive, there would be a day when he would step into the Divine Domain and then openly defeat Zhu Luo and the other experts of the Divine Domain.
Thus, Wang Po withdrew his blade.
Thus … Zhu Luo suffered heavy injuries, even more serious than the injuries that Liu Qing and Chen Chang Sheng had inflicted on him.
Blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth and flowed out from his body faster and faster.
Many of the things that happened in this world were illogical.
But when he thought about it carefully, it made sense.
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The drizzle was light, and the long street was still quiet.
Whether it was the people in the arena or the spectators in the distance, none of them spoke.
Looking at Zhu Luo who was covered in blood, it was hard for anyone to speak.
It had already been several hundred years. Who had ever seen a mighty figure like the Storms of the Eight Directions lose to someone else?
Who had ever seen a peerless expert like Zhu Luo in such a sorry state, suffering such heavy injuries?
Zhu Luo lowered his head, his long, wet hair draped over his shoulders. He looked at the sword in his hand. Only the hilt was left. The Moonlight Sword was made of steel and mithril. It was incomparably hard, but now it had become dust in the cracks of the wall and the ground.
He raised his head and looked at Chen Chang Sheng who was on the other side of the drizzle and said, "Innate Sword Heart?"
Upon hearing this, the spectators who were previously shocked by the sound of tens of thousands of swords were even more shocked.
Zhu Luo then turned to Wang Po and said, "Admiration."
In the entire continent, there were no more than five people who could make him say the word of admiration. But he had said it to Wang Po. Because Wang Po had displayed a formidable will and a battle strength that far exceeded his age. And because Wang Po's blade, which had not yet descended, was far more powerful than the blade that had descended.
Finally, Zhu Luo turned to the other end of the street, to the assassin covered in blood standing in front of his horse.
Today, in Xunyang City, the three people guarding Su Li were all heroes. In terms of the damage they had dealt to Zhu Luo, Chen Chang Sheng took about twenty percent, Wang Po's blade that did not fall accounted for fifty percent, and the assassin called Liu Qing accounted for thirty percent. In this entire battle, Wang Po was the foundation, Chen Chang Sheng was the unexpected hand at the end, and Liu Qing was the most crucial game-breaker.
Assassins killed, so they naturally did not build. In the annals of history, they had always played the role of game-breaker. The spectators in the distance followed Zhu Luo's gaze to look at the assassin. When they thought about how the two sudden changes in the battle had been caused by this person, they were all very shocked. They thought to themselves, just what is going on? Who is this assassin? Who could cultivate to the upper level of Star Condensation and still be willing to walk in the dark and play the role of an assassin? And 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 perhaps because Wang Po was too strong and could not hold back, but he did not mind casually killing Wang Po in Xunyang City. This could even avoid a few future problems, but he would not let Chen Chang Sheng die. This assassin had calculated this point, so he had launched a sneak attack in the rain, his sword dripping with blood, causing Chen Chang Sheng to be surrounded by perils.
The Zhu clan was one of the great clans of Tianliang County, with many clansmen. Even if Zhu Luo was not worried about the vengeance of the Mount Li Sword Sect or the enmity of the southerners, he still had to consider the descendants of his clan. Moreover, he still had to consider his reputation, so he did not want … to personally kill Su Li. As a result, he had chosen to use the Moon in the Water to go to the other end of the rain and capture Chen Chang Sheng. Zhu Luo believed that he had used the simplest method to create the most perfect situation, leaving behind a chance for the assassin to kill Su Li. However, he had not imagined that this chance had originally been created for him by this assassin.
This was not an opportunity for the assassin to kill Su Li, but … an opportunity to kill him!
The hearts of people, love and hate, advantages and disadvantages, noble clans, reputation, sacredness — everything was within the calculations of the assassin!
Chen Chang Sheng stood in front of the assassin and very naturally recalled the words that Su Li had taught him on the road. If the world really did have an Intellectual Sword, then this was the true Intellectual Sword, right?
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Zhu Luo's cold voice rang out in the chilly rain, "Liu Qing, you actually dare to attack this old man?"
The crowd let out an irrepressible cry of alarm. Some of the people that had been prepared to take advantage of the rain to continue their assault on Su Li subconsciously stopped. There were not many people that knew the name Liu Qing, but those that did all understood what this extremely ordinary name represented: Liu Qing was the terrifying assassin ranked third on the Ranking of Assassins of the world. After that unfathomable and incomparably sinister and terrifying chief assassin of the world disappeared, he could be said to be the most terrifying person on the continent.
It turned out that this assassin was the legendary Liu Qing!
No wonder he even dared to assassinate Zhu Luo!
Zhu Luo looked at Liu Qing and said, "Do you really think that there's no one in the world that can dig out your background? You actually dared to reveal your background, so don't blame this old man for sending people to Mount Li to dig three feet into the ground! "
Liu Qing's mask was already in tatters. Bits of skin and clotted blood drooped everywhere, making him seem abnormally terrifying.
He looked at Zhu Luo and said, "I'm not a person of Mount Li, so how did you find me on Mount Li?"
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