My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

　　The quiet Anping County is as bright as day.

　　 The entrenched white python turns into a white dragon, roaring at the rainy night, and the sword energy like a waterfall evaporates all the raindrops falling from the sky.

　　 In the white dragon, Steward Chen sits in a green shirt, his breath seems to be connected to the world.

　　 The white dragon is fierce and flies past, as if the rivers and mountains burst.

　　 To the east of Anping County, on a **** with flowing yellow mud.

　　 The old-fashioned whisk exploded, and a large mouthful of blood was coughed out in an instant, and one after another sword marks appeared on his body.

　　 The whole person rolled down from the **** and turned into a clay figure,

　　 "Although the nine swords turned into the dragons were not forced, the four swords turned into the dragons, but it is also worthy of a confession!"

　　 The old Dao turned into a clay figure, took a gourd that was stained with mud, unplugged it, and looked crazy, mixing rain and wine into his throat.

After 　　, he grabbed a handful of talisman paper from his sleeves, and threw it away without money.

　　 The hills have a momentum, and suddenly rise to the sky, so that the rain that falls all over the sky will be rolled up.

　　 In the north, thunder blasted suddenly on the open flat ground.

　　 The man with a sheepskin fur and a beard standing on a sweaty horse, his hands full of flesh and blood instantly.

　　 The horses under him exploded to pieces.

　　 The entire open and flat ground was bombed into a deep pit. He was standing in the pit, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and Dan Feng also had a little blood oozing out of his eyes.

　　 "What a dragon sword..."

　　 Hu Ren sneered, his exquisite cowhide boots lifted, and he stepped on the gorgeous bow. The uninjured arm pulled the string again. The rain between the world and the earth continued to gather, turning into an ice arrow on the bowstring.

　　 The cold light overflows.

　　 In the west, an old tree seemed to be struck by thunder.

　　 The burly man on the tree hit the arm that punched the void, and the flesh and blood was cut off by the sword energy in an instant, leaving only the thick bones.

　　 The big man grinned and laughed.

　　 drew out the black iron spear he was carrying, screamed sharply, flicked with one arm, burst out like a whipping action, and threw the black iron spear violently.

　　 Like a thunder, the sound is still there, the spear has turned into an invisible black line, and it swept across the Qingyi of Yujian Yukong in Anping County.

To the south, the black robe on a lone boat standing in the water was wickedly repaired, and the evil spirits all over his body seemed to have been evaporated by sword energy, and let out a miserable howl. Kneeling on the bow of the boat, his whole body trembled, and the scarlet eyes under the black robe were full of anger. , The night crows, who turned to cover the sky and shade the sun, fluttered out one after another.

　　……

　　 Anping County.

　　 Steward Chen stepped on a bronze sword with his feet and hands on his back, like a peerless sword fairy.

　　 His eyes are as usual, and the heavy rain can't get close to his body.

　　 Countless sword lights converged, gradually disappearing between the sky and the earth, the white flood that covered the sky and the sun rushed into the sky, as if to cut off the dark clouds that had accumulated torrential rain.

　　 Qingshan hunts and hunts, Steward Chen no longer cares about the monks in the four directions outside Anping County.

　　Four second ranks, from Dazhou, Dachu, Saibei and Heaven and Earth...

　　 The four may not be in a group, but the purpose is the same.

　　 Chen Tianxuan is still in the city. They dare not enter the city, but they can choose to involve themselves outside the city, and let the killers in Anping County kill Luo Hong and Luo Xiaoxiao.

　　 One sword crushed four people, but Steward Chen thought that these four people should retire.

　　 However, Steward Chen didn't expect that these four men were not afraid of death, and they broke out a killer move just to get him involved.

　　 "Looking for death!"

　　 The housekeeper Chen was furious with his eyebrows.

　　 These people, just want to kill the son and the young lady? !

　　……

　　 Luohuayuan, as if isolated from the world.

　　 A few plump plantains were planted outside the window. Under the vent of the heavy rain, the sound was very crisp.

　　 Wen Tianxing sat on the rocking chair, looking cloudy at the banana leaf that looked like a beautiful woman swaying.

　　 "One sword crushes the fourth and second ranks. As expected, he is the master of Daxia Swordsmanship."

　　 "If the prince is here, I am afraid he will laugh and be a reward."

　　 The old man smiled with his palm.

　　 Two little children who light incense walked respectfully and helped the old man.

　　 "Go, go to Zhao Mansion."

　　 "Reach out in the abyss."

　　 "Let’s meet Luo Rentu’s son officially."

　　 The old man chuckled.

　　 A child took a bamboo umbrella, and the Ling Yi child took a new charcoal stove, and helped the old man to walk out of Luohua Courtyard.

　　……

　　 Zhao Mansion.

　　 Luo Hong held his sword and looked at the dead Wei Wuxian calmly.

　　 The Seventh-Rank Taoist cultivation in Longhu Mountain of the Great Zhou Dynasty is very powerful.

　　 However, this guy was careless and committed the same problem as Hu Zhishui.

　　 Dishan evil shadow buckled the opponent, using Daoxiu's physical body, he couldn't get rid of it at all, so the final result was death.

　　Of course, perhaps Wei Wuxian couldn't think of it. Luo Hong's dazzling righteousness is not weaker than the righteous and awe-inspiring Confucianism, but it is an evil cultivation behind him.

　　 The evil shadows of Hu Zhishui and Di Shan floated behind Luo Hong, and Wei Wuxian's body suddenly fell to the ground weakly.

　　 Losing Wei Wuxian's mana control, the red talisman warrior also collapsed and turned into red talisman and burned out.

　　 All the evil shadows in the house dispersed.

　　 Luo Hong carried his sword, his white shirt was stained with blood, and calmly walked to Wei Wuxian's body.

"stand up."

　　 In the dantian, the evil bead rolled, and the evil spirit swept across.

　　 Luo Hong's voice is like singing.

　　 want to summon Wei Wuxian's seventh evil shadow.

　　 However, it clearly failed.

　　 shouted three times, Wei Wuxian's corpse was indifferent, and the evil shadow was never born.

　　 "This **** bashing technique."

　　 Luo Hong finally couldn't help but cursed inwardly. After three attempts failed, Wei Wuxian's evil shadow could not be summoned.

　　 hum...

　　 In Wei Wuxian's corpse, a little bit of brilliance surged and gathered into a blooming flower.

　　 This is the Taoist spiritual practice, cultivating three flowers to gather the top, this Wei Wuxian obviously only cultivated one flower.

　　 Facing the soul flower, the evil shadows of Hu Zhishui and Di Shan immediately flew on it and ate the soul flower.

　　 Luo Hong can faintly feel that the strength of these two evil shadows seems to have been improved.

　　 has a faint tendency to break the eighth rank.

　　 Luo Hong raised his eyebrows and let out a depressed breath, which made him feel more comfortable.

　　 Holding the sword, he cut off Wei Wuxian's head.

　　 Luo Hong mentioned it, turned and walked towards the atrium where the torrential rain was like a column, where Old Zhao was still desperate.

　　 With a move of mind, Hu Zhishui and Di Shan Xie Ying rushed into his shadow.

　　 Luo Hong smiled strangely, lifted his foot, and opened the closed door with one kick.

　　 The torrential rain mixed with the cold wind willfully vent.

　　 Luo Hong looked at the atrium.

　　 At a glance, Luo Hong saw Zhao Donghan lying on the ground, the rain slapped his body, and his hands clasped the ankles of the two seventh-rank martial artists, preventing them from going to the main hall.

　　 The two Wu Xiu's faces were cold, and they kept stomping on Zhao Donghan's palm, UU reading www.uukanshu.com smeared the flesh of the palm.

　　 Zhao Donghan was spitting blood in his mouth, but he smiled wanton and crazy. His consciousness had already been blurred, and he insisted on a will.

　　 The torrential rain fell crazily, and the raindrops hit the ground, splashing hazy mist.

　　 Luo Hong stared at Zhao Donghan, his heart trembled.

　　 The two seventh-rank martial artists turned their heads abruptly and looked at Luo Hong who kicked the main hall door open, their eyes flashed in disbelief.

　　 Luo Hong came out alive, that means... Seventh-Rank Dao Xiu Wei Wuxian is dead.

　　 Nine-Rank Kill Seven-Rank?

really.

　　 The two seventh-rank martial artists stopped struggling, but Zhao Donghan couldn't hold it, his palms gradually fell off their ankles.

　　 Luo Hong laughed.

　　 directly threw Wei Wuxian's head out, and slapped it like a ball, splashing a half-foot-high water, and rolling down a distance on the uneven floor of the atrium.

　　 The two Wu Xiu's eyes narrowed.

　　Wei Wuxian... is really dead!

　　 "Two, take the liberty to ask, the last name is very..."

　　 "That's all, I don't want to know anymore."

　　 Luo Hong shook his head, and stretched out his hand in his arms.

　　 took out half of the mask with a gentle smile.

　　 holds the sword in one hand and the mask in the other.

　　 Luo Hong stepped into the heavy rain step by step.

　　 The rain, like a column, poured down, slapped on his body, and splashed scattered fine water drops.

　　 Luo Hong raised his smooth chin, and the corners of his mouth raised, bringing out a cold arc.

　　 "My son... I just want to kill you now."

　　The words are over.

　　 Luo Hong slammed the half of the mask on his face.

　　In an instant, his head was covered with black silky silver hair.

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