Chunks of ice floated in the river. Tie Shu floated among them, his eyes open, already dead.
His eyes reflected the gloomy sky, just like the chunks of ice around him and the surface of the water.
There was a wound on his abdomen, extremely straight and deep. It had directly severed his Ethereal Palace and all his acupoints, severing his life.
From this wound, one could see the blade Wang Po had just struck.
His blade was still the same as before, but it had faintly undergone many transformations, the meaning of his cultivation even more profound.
In the moment the metal blade left its sheath, he had successfully broken through.
The prerequisite for this was that he had removed the shadow that Zhou Dufu had cast on his heart.
When faced with the mountain in front of them, some people would choose to take a detour, some would choose to retreat, and some would choose to climb.
Wang Po had always been advancing towards that mountain. The peak had always been right before his eyes, but he had never been able to approach it.
Only in that moment just now did he destroy his inner demons and establish his own path of the blade.
It was not unjust that Tie Shu had died in his battle to establish his Dao.
But he had just broken through and his reserves were not sufficient. To slay an expert of the Divine Domain, he had to pay an enormous price.
He had lost an arm, and an injury that was even more terrifying than losing an arm was constantly invading his meridians and mind in his body.
The cold winter wind blew through the willows on the two shores of the Luo River, gently blowing away the chunks of ice on the water and everything within them.
Although the wind was cold, it was not actually very strong. However, Tie Shu's corpse within the chunks of ice was carried away by the wind into a puff of smoke and vanished.
Soon after, the wind ruffled Wang Po's clothes, widening those tears. Blood instantly gushed out like a waterfall.
Countless faintly discernible strands of Qi followed the blood and left his body.
Wang Po's face was bloodless, even whiter than the snow on the river embankment.
His body had become incomparably heavy, devoid of strength.
He walked towards the shore.
The river water mixed with the chunks of ice seemed to have become much more viscous, making it very difficult to walk through.
A straight line of blood appeared in the river and then spread to the two sides. The edges were frozen, transforming into something like blood coral.
He didn't know where he should go, but seeing that the eastern shore of the Luo River was right in front of him, he walked towards it.
He was used to walking forward.
But this time, he seemed to have made the wrong choice.
The heavy willows were blown by the wind, and many figures appeared.
The first to reach the Luo River was the Tang Second Master. Behind him were several hundred cavalry of the Imperial Guard and two Divine Generals of the Great Zhou.
His face was full of tiny wounds, and he looked very miserable.
This was the injury that Wang Po and Tie Shu had suffered when they first exchanged blows on the snowy street.
As he gazed at Wang Po in the Luo River, the shock and anger in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by indifference.
Then, he silently laughed. His smile contained indescribable mockery, contempt, and pity.
Yes, you have successfully broken through and become an expert of the Divine Domain revered by the world.
However, in the next moment, you will die.
What a sad fact! What a story to celebrate!
The Tang Second Master's smile faded as he raised his right hand and expressionlessly waved it.
Several hundred arrows, shining with dazzling light, left the shore of the Luo River and landed in the center of the river.
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The Li Palace was silent, the atmosphere extremely tense. The snow on the eaves silently melted, but before it could fall, it turned into beads of ice in the air.
Time slowly passed, but no one appeared.
Madam Mu gazed at the snowy clouds in the sky and slightly arched her brows in surprise.
Who had left Shang Xingzhou in the Imperial Palace?
And who had made such a ruckus on the streets of the capital?
Tie Shu? No, if it were just him, the thunder would not have been so bright.
The thunder ultimately landed on the Luo River.
The laws of the world above the Luo River began to change.
An invisible flower descended from the sky.
A blade intent soared into the sky.
Madam Mu was finally moved.
Wang Po had broken through!
Tie Shu was dead!
This shocked her, and then she fell silent, and then she shivered.
The words that Zhu Luo had said in the Mausoleum of Books before his death were not only for Shang Xingzhou to hear, but also for the two of them to hear.
If it was any other time, she would have personally killed Wang Po.
But at this moment, she needed to be in the Li Palace, herding the snowy clouds in the sky and temporarily resist the will of the Orthodoxy, so she could not leave.
Fortunately, she could clearly sense that after Wang Po defeated Tie Shu, he no longer had the strength to fight.
In the capital, he could not fight, which meant death.
If he died, would Chen Changsheng still be alive?
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All around him were assassins, killers, and experts of profound cultivation.
Xiao De stood before him.
Chen Changsheng was not surprised by the current situation.
He knew that his master wanted to kill him, had always known.
It was related to the position of Pope, but the more important reason was something else: the relationship between him and his senior brother was too close.
He had never mentioned this to anyone, but that did not mean that he was unaware.
He had always believed that his master would choose the day his martial uncle the Pope returned to the sea of stars.
So before that day came, he had to finish what he had to do.
Under the yellow leaves, he had gone to New North Bridge and exhausted all his efforts to make arrangements for the little Black Dragon's escape in two years.
Under the blizzard, he had come to the alley of the Northern Military Department to kill Zhou Tong.
He had not expected that his master would so eagerly want him to die.
Perhaps it would be today.
Yes, no sound could be heard from the long street.
Then it would be today.
There was still one last leaf left in the bare branches of the crabapple tree. As the assassin crashed into the wall, the leaf also fell, noiselessly landing on the snow in front of that pair of leather boots.
Chen Changsheng's gaze moved up, resting on Xiao De's face.
This unparalleled expert of the younger generation of demi-humans had naturally appeared in the alley of the Northern Military Department on the orders of White Emperor City. At the very least, he had obtained the tacit approval of that Saint couple.
In these past two years, many gifts, greetings, and honors had come from White Emperor City to the Orthodox Academy. Now that he thought about it, none of it had any meaning. He did not ask for reasons or reasons, because in the matters of the world, all reasons and reasons, when investigated, would often end with the word 'benefit'. The White Emperor couple had to consider the benefit of the Demi-human race. Even if they had once had a good impression of Chen Changsheng, it would not affect their cold judgment. Xiao De had to consider his own benefit, and he had no good impression of Chen Changsheng. For the sake of the eight hundred li of the Red River and Luoluo, he was very willing to let Chen Changsheng die.
"I must ask you to die."
Xiao De earnestly said to him, and then he punched.
This fist seemed simple, but it was actually incomparably terrifying. The vigorous true essence of the demi-humans carried the Qi of the world as it arrived in front of him.
At the same time, ten-some Star Condensation assassins thrust their swords out of the snowstorm, sealing off all his paths of retreat.
If Chen Changsheng forcefully retreated, he would have to simultaneously confront these ten-some terrifying swords, and he would also have to confront the even more terrifying Xiao De's fist.
If he chose to advance, he would assuredly be stopped by Xiao De's fist, and those ten-some swords would explode with their most terrifying might.
It seemed like no matter what he chose, he would die.
Perhaps it was for this reason that he chose to advance.
Both forward and backward meant death, so why not advance? Of course he had to advance.
He broke through the snowstorm and thrust his sword forward.
His movements were even faster than Xiao De's fist.
His sword intent was like a mountain fire.
No, it should be the Heavenly Fire.
The fire descending from the Heavens was lightning.
His sword was like a bolt of lightning, stabbing into Xiao De's body.
At the same time, Xiao De's fist also reached his body.
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I went to the hospital at noon and returned home at nine in the evening. I was so tired that I didn't want to write anymore, but as I wrote, I gained more strength. I wrote this chapter, 'Forward, Forward'. I thought of how Xu Le was constantly moving forward on the flying ship, and then the accompaniment in my head was all a march, especially majestic and powerful.
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