My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Long drought meets the rain.

happy!

Under the attention of everyone, Luo Hong pinched Cui Kui, a fourth-rank evil repairer, but his heart was as sweet as eating honey.

Good people!

Sure enough, all evil cultivators are good people!

Luo Hongzheng was worried that the evil spirit in his dantian had not recovered, which made his trump card in Jiangling Mansion this time less. The appearance of Cui Kui was like a ray of sunlight tearing everything apart in the endless darkness. Hong felt his whole body warm.

It turns out that this is...there is true love in the world, and true love in the world!

Let go.

Cui Kui was sucked out of the evil spirits, twisted the body of his neck, and immediately lost his strength, his face was left with the pre-death panic, unbelievable, and...doubt about life.

His pupils seemed to reflect the shock of discovering the secret of heaven.

Boom.

With a crisp sound, Cui Kui's body fell into Luoshen Lake, as if it had entered Luoshen's arms, and sank weakly to the bottom of the lake.

On the lake, Luo Hong wins Xuexue in white, and Chun Jun Jian is quietly suspended by his side.

The Zhengyang Qi became more and more radiant, making many people look directly, and they felt a bit dazzling, even teary.

Ok... so bright!

There are also countless "zheng" characters blooming above the head, each one is the mantra of a saint, so many regular characters, like stars in the night sky, twinkle and twinkle.

Silent, silent.

Cui Kui, eleventh in the Yellow List, the pinnacle of Rank 4 and the arrogant of the Ghost Sword Sect, was in the hands of Luo Hong... and was killed in seconds!

No, it should be said to have been purified!

Cui Kui's entire body of evil spirits could not pose any threat to Luo Hong, and he was completely purified.

Is this the restraint of the system?

"The yellow list is second, really strong!"

"Five-rank Confucianism, ask the state of mind!"

"Luo Hong is still a disciple of the master, an orthodox Confucianist. Cui Kui is dizzy and dare to provoke the Confucianist."

"How long has it been for Luo Hong to become a disciple? Cui Kui didn't expect Luo Hong to become a fifth-rank Confucianist..."

The surrounding arena watching the battle, as well as the monks in the flower boat, all sighed.

Cui Kui, what a pity.

The eleventh in the Yellow List, the evil cultivation at the pinnacle of the Fourth Stage, could even become the Ghost Sword Sect in the future.

However, he died unexplainedly in this sword appreciation meeting.

Ghost Sword Sect is also considered a sword repair, but it is an alternative sword repair that combines evil spirits with swordsmanship to form a unique ghost swordsmanship.

The power is very strong, and there are top powerhouses in the sect.

Even if you met Chu Tiannan, the second one in the Huangbang list, even if you couldn't win, it was still possible to retreat all over with the strange means of evil cultivation.

However, when Cui Kui met Luo Hong, let alone retreat, all the evil spirits were cleansed.

It's too awful……

The essence of evil cultivation lies in the accumulation of evil evil power. As a result, evil evil spirits were evaporated, there was no threat in an instant, and Luo Hong broke his neck easily.

The bleakness of death.

But many people were also cheered up because they found Luo Hong closed his eyes.

It seems to be calming down.

"After all, Cui Kui is the eleventh in the Yellow List! Even if Luo Hong kills Cui Kui, he will consume a lot. Although he is a Confucianist, it takes a lot of spiritual power to purify the evil spirits. Big!"

"He closed his eyes to recover, don't give him too many opportunities to recover!"

"Our chance has come. I thought this guy was an iron man, so he would be tired too!"

A low voice lingered in the flower boats.

Many people feel that their opportunity is here!

Kill you while you are sick!

kill!

Wow!

The flower boat swayed, one after another, the air machine rushed into the sky.

The quaint visitors on the lakeside all looked narrowed, some sneered, some scorned, and some secretly sighed.

Luo Hong is crazy, but he is still human after all...

The wheel fight was shameless, but the effect was remarkable. It came down time and time again, even though Luo Hong killed the opponent by thunder means every time, shocking the Quartet.

However, once he showed fatigue, those who were eager to move would show hideous minions and would tear Luo Hong apart.

In the crowd.

The woman wearing a veil and carrying a piano case frowned slightly, and there was a trace of worry in her eyes.

These people are really shamelessly engaged in wheel warfare, so go on...

Luo Hong might really be unable to hold it.

The most important thing is... the third-rank cultivator hasn't shot yet.

So far, only the fifth-rank and fourth-rank monks have been shot. Once a third-rank monk makes a move, Luo Hong will inevitably fall into a bitter battle.

He can't protect Piaoxuejian.

At this thought, sadness appeared in the woman's eyes. Luo Hongchen's sword is now regarded as a finished product, and even his descendants can only spare their lives to guard.

It feels a bit sad inexplicably.

In the carriage.

Yuan Xiazi sat quietly, his old face was full of ravines. Although he could not see, his ears were very bright. He could hear the rustles of the people around him clearly.

However, he is very calm. Does killing evil cultivation really cost the son a lot?

Doesn't anyone really think so?

A Confucian cultivator who possesses the illusion of a saint is definitely the nemesis of evil cultivators!

A whole body of righteous energy is enough to purify evil cultivators. The son has not even used the illusion of the saint.

However, Yuan Xiazi's brows were still frowned.

Because, with Cui Kui's death, there were gradually third-rank monks in the flower boat ready to move.

Those third-rank monks who originally watched the excitement were ready to take action.

The Sword Appreciation Conference stipulates that you can participate under the second rank, so the third rank... is the ceiling of this sword appreciation conference.

Of course, the third grade has strengths and weaknesses, but even if it is weak, it will not be weak.

Therefore, next, for Luo Hong, it is even more dangerous.

The world seems to have become quiet.

All forces are watching.

In the low building in the distance, the prefect Zhang and the commander of the mansion were watching.

Above the upper floors of Guixiang Tower, Chu Tiannan and Lao Huang were also looking at them.

Behind the white jade stone fence, the people from the rivers and lakes held their breath, and the Hua Chuan Zhong looked jokingly.

On the flower boat in the center, Wei Qiansui squinted his eyes, with a playful look.

The atmosphere began to gradually become cold and severe.

After the setting sun gradually disappeared and descended the mountain, it seemed to be half swallowed by Luoshen Lake, and only half of the cooked egg yolk was left, exuding a yellow halo.

On the surface of the lake, the **** blood continued to disappear.

A seat in white stood still, closed his eyes.

In the flower boat, a dashing young swordsman pointed his toe on the side of the flower boat and swung out directly, as if Feihong stepped on the mud, without causing the slightest fluctuation on the lake.

This control of power is indeed amazing.

"Aren't you that crazy? If you want one person to stop this sword-watching convention, let's meet you next time."

A faint voice lingered, shaking on the lake.

In the flower boat, many people appeared, and even the middle-aged man in the Wu family flower boat stepped out of the cabin and watched the battle seriously, because the person who shot was a third-rank monk!

A third-rank sword madness sword repairer.

Luo Hong still kept his eyes closed, but he was not adjusting his breath, he was feeling the evil spirits pouring into his dantian.

The evil spirit power that was sucked up by Miss Ashura before finally recovered a little.

"But I finally gave up the third-rank monk, and thought you would continue to send fifth- and fourth-ranks to die, consume me with human lives, and let you third-ranks sit and gather fishermen."

Luo Hong still closed his eyes and said lightly.

As soon as the words came out, the complexion of Zhou's family in Hua Chuan was extremely ugly. After all, the Zhou family died of two fourth-ranks and one fifth-rank, which consumed a lot of talisman. For Zhou's family, it was definitely a serious injury. .

Many monks in the surrounding flower boats also whispered.

The figure standing on the lake surface facing Luo Hong smiled.

"Down, Meteor Sword Sect, Wangcheng."

"Master Luohong...please advise."

Wangcheng Road.

Following his words fell.

Above the lake, there was a sudden sword qi floating out of thin air, and the third rank was able to slightly mobilize the power of heaven and earth for its own use.

Luo Hong opened his eyes suddenly and glanced at the imposing royal city.

A third-class sword repairman.

Very good, very good.

Finally came Sanpin.

Cui Kui died so quickly that Luo Hong didn't even write his name in the booklet. It was a little regretful. That was at least a hundred sins.

Luo Hong took out the charcoal pencil and solemnly wrote the name of the royal city on the pamphlet.

And the royal city is also moving.

Step down.

Countless sword energy shot out from under his feet, and in an instant, the lake water was stirred, making the calm lake surface like a mirror broken in an instant, and water swords shot out one after another, densely packed into Flying swords all over the sky whizzed towards Luo Hong.

Tier 5 and Tier 3!

On Luoshen Lake, everyone watched the battle with breath.

The third rank belongs to the extraordinary rank, and the top rank monk ranks, even though Luo Hong is second in the yellow list, it should be difficult to win, right?

Although everyone thought so in their hearts, everyone was watching the battle on the lake.

The gust of wind roared, causing Luo Hong's white shirt to suddenly press against his body.

Pressure, finally there is a little pressure.

Third grade, still very strong.

Luo Hong squinted his eyes, tapped his fingers on the pure Jun sword, and the next instant the pure Jun sword whistled out.

In the face of the sword rain in the sky, Chunjun Sword rushed up alone, looking a bit cold and weak.

However, Chunjun Sword was swaying, avoiding all the sword rain, like a bird traveling through a gust of wind and showers, without a piece of rain.

On the surface of the lake, Luo Hong's body shook, and suddenly turned into a white horse and shot out.

So far, he moved for the first time.

Shazhu appeared one after another, turning into swords in front of him, and the Shazhu sword whizzed out, hovering around Luo Hong's body quickly, turning into an offensive and defensible Tiandou chain sword formation.

咚咚咚!

One after another, the sword rain formed by the imperial city stepping on the lake exploded outside the Tiandou sword array, like one after another brilliant translucent lotus.

However, these sword rains could not form any barriers.

Upon seeing this, Wang Cheng shrank his eyes and shouted.

"Good job!"

After that, he suddenly rubbed his hands, and the unsheathed sword suddenly spun in front of him, and countless sword qi seemed to turn into a small tornado.

"Out!"

The sword slammed out of the sheath, and a sharp sword aura spread out.

Jian Niansheng, the skill of the sword!

Accompanied by the sword chant like a hurried thunderstorm, the flying sword that was unsheathed and revolving at high speed suddenly changed into four.

With a ding sound, Chun Jun flicked.

Afterwards, the four white rays of sword light turned into four white scorpions and swept towards Luo Hong.

Luo Hong looked strange.

Low-profile version of Dragon Swordsmanship?

Fancy, but flashy.

Luo Hong stood on the spot, the seventy-two evil bead swords circling constantly, turning into a series of swords to protect him.

It was like the most powerful defense in the world, absolute defense, which made the sword energy of that royal city impossible to get close.

Wangcheng's hair was flying, glaring with anger.

"How can it be?!"

The sword formation defense formed by the fifth-rank life sword can actually block his third-rank sword madness?

"I do not believe!"

The king screamed, and the sword energy in his body gushed again, pouring endlessly into the flying sword.

boom!

The lake water exploded, setting off turbulent waves, like two extremely high water walls, and the sprayed water waves fell rapidly and silently.

Shit!

The Heaven Dou sword array is scattered!

A black shadow was instantly crushed by sword energy.

The four sword auras were cast unabated and poured into the lake. After making the lake turbulent, an explosion with sword aura suddenly occurred!

However, Wang Cheng's heart changed slightly.

"What about people?"

The king's hair was horrified. After the sword formation, Luo Hong disappeared!

Disappearing like a ghost, seems to have evaporated out of thin air.

"Are you looking for me?"

Luo Hong said lightly.

Wang Cheng suddenly exploded his scalp.

"The third grade sword repair, let this son a little disappointed..."

"It looks worse than Chu Tiannan."

Luo Hongdao.

When the words fell, Luo Hong learned what Chu Tiannan did at the beginning, and slammed his shoulders out.

It slammed into the back of Wangcheng.

Bang!

A large mass of blood mist exploded, and Wang Cheng was knocked into flight by Luo Hong like a ball, and his body was completely uncontrollable, flying on the lake, rolling.

When he suddenly stood up and pulled two long narrow white waves with his feet on the lake, a black shadow appeared behind him as the shadow trembled.

As soon as the shadow flickered, it turned into Luo Hong's appearance, and appeared behind him like a weird one.

Transformation!

At this moment, Wangcheng's eyes were suddenly bright, and it was this moment that I was waiting for!

boom!

A tyrannical pressure erupted from his body, that was...the power of heaven and earth that a third-rank monk could master! It is also the reason why the third rank is extraordinary.

He will use the power of heaven and earth to suppress Luo Hong.

A sharp blade popped out of the sleeve and slashed towards Luo Hong's neck.

One hit kill!

The power of heaven and earth?

Luo Hong did feel his shoulders sink, but that was all.

In the middle of his eyebrows, the Cthulhu Void yawned disdainfully, and the saint phantom in the dantian was too lazy to open his eyes.

The power of heaven and earth condensed by the third grade of the royal city, like a breeze blowing over Luo Hong's cheek.

Bang!

Luo Hong gently slapped the sword of the dynasty away, and quickly pulled out his leg like a whip, and slammed it on the waist of Wangcheng, his waist seemed to be kicked.

Wang Cheng's eyes shrank, why the power of heaven and earth he aroused was useless? !

He is so...

Yujianjianxiu is most afraid of being close.

Especially Wu Xiu with strong blood and energy is close, isn't you Luo Hong Jian Xiu?

Why is it the same as Wu Xiu? !

Although Luo Hong's martial arts level is not high, his physical body is not comparable to that of a royal city!

The most important thing is that Luo Hong's ghostly close methods make Wang Cheng undefeable!

Wang Cheng bounced again on the lake, embarrassed, he coughed up blood, clutching his waist.

He stood up, and the four flying swords suddenly swept over, turning into four white scorpions.

"Die to me!"

He is angry!

However, Luo Hong did not change his appearance this time.

Rather, standing still~www.ltnovel.com~ the sword accuses Chunjun, the sword energy revolves in the meridians, one circle, two circles, three circles...

The next moment, his fingers tapped lightly, and the pure Jun sword groaned softly, like a dragon.

Suddenly whistled out, the sword energy overflowed, forming a white dragon outside Chunjun!

The white dragon scroll and the white waves collided with the four white dragons cut from the city!

"This is the Dragon Sword."

Luo Hong said lightly.

Bailong seemed to stretch his waist. In an instant, the four-headed Baijiao sword aura fell apart, Wang Cheng's body was stained with blood, and his eyes shrank.

The next moment, holding the sword horizontally in front of him.

The tip of Chunjun's sword slashed on the sword in front of the king's city.

Click...

The sword suddenly burst into cracks and directly exploded countless blades.

Puff!

The pure Jun sword pierced through the chest of the king city, wrapped in great power, and it seemed that the white dragon caught the king city and rushed to the sky.

Luo Hongjian pointed at it slowly.

The seventy-two evil bead swords suddenly turned into black lights and swept out, staggered across the sky, and then, the sword pointed downward, turning into a black sword rain.

Jian Yu fell.

Puff, puff, puff!

Sword through the body!

The falling sword rain poured in again and penetrated the body.

The royal city was dripping with blood in the rain of swords crisscrossing up and down, and his body was uncontrollable like a ball, driven by the power of the piercing bead sword to fly horizontally, and the blood mist exploded and was cut seventy-eight. Fall, there was no life in an instant.

On the lake.

Standing in white clothes, the sword fingers lightly raised, and the blood rained above his head.

Slightly profiled, looking at all the guests on the lake in silence, finally, the line of sight fell on Wei Qiansui's face on the board of the center flower boat, and the corner of his mouth curled.

"The third grade...but so."

"Anyone else?"

"If not, Piaoxuejian, I will take it back for the uncle."

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