My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

The rain is getting heavier.

　　 The whole world seems to be shrouded by this torrential rain.

　　 Depressed, dull, feeling the howl of God.

　　 Zhao Mansion.

　　 Luo Hong walked out from the main hall of Zhao's mansion step by step in a **** white robe, wearing a mask, holding a sword in one hand, stepping on the bluestone ladder, and instantly as if stepping into a waterfall, soaked by rain.

　　 Zhao Donghan lay on the floor of the atrium overflowing with a layer of rain, and his eyes were dim.

　　 The continuous flow of blood turned the water in front of him into the color of blood. He still kept his eyes open, but the world was spinning and confused.

　　 He watched a white-robed boy step into the torrential rain step by step, and he was moved and sad.

　　 The son is such a good man, why do he kill him in half of the world?

　　 Seventh-rank martial arts, placed in the ordinary army, they are all commanders of the rank, but they are sent to kill the son who has only been practicing for a few days.

　　 This is no way to survive.

　　 Seeing Luo Hong walking under the rain curtain, his pace was firm, but Zhao Donghan's heart became more uncomfortable.

　　The son... is so benevolent.

　　 At this time, you should abandon him and run away.

　　 fled back to Luo Mansion, and the guardian of the housekeeper Chen is the safest.

　　 "Quick...Run away!"

　　 Zhao Donghan lay on the ground, exhausted all his strength, and shouted.

　　 It’s just that, before the sound came too far, it was washed away by the rainstorm.

　　 The two seventh-rank martial artists, their faces were very solemn.

　　 Wei Wuxian is dead.

　　 Dragon Tiger Mountain’s Taoist cultivation is not weak, and even if the two of them work together, they will suffer a big loss.

　　 However, such a noble Taoist Xiu was cut off by Luo Hong and threw it out like a Cuju.

　　 The two looked at each other, both seeing the solemnity in each other's eyes.

　　 is not to say that Luo people live in seclusion in a small town, intending to live an ordinary life, so their children have never practiced.

　　 But Luo Hong, who looks like a mortal in front of him.

　　 can kill Wei Wuxian, it is definitely not easy.

"kill!"

　　 The two seventh-rank martial artists roared, low voice, and the vibrating rain exploded.

　　 The blood on their bodies, like a small snake, wrapped around their bodies, stepping on them with one step, splashing rainwater three feet high.

　　Since Wei Wuxian is dead, they need to complete the task of killing Luo Hong.

　　 With so much effort, set up such a round.

　　 even dispatched four second-ranks to involve the Hualong Sword. If Luo Hong couldn't be killed, the people of the world would laugh at him.

　　 It doesn't matter if Wei Wuxian is dead, then they are afraid that they will be nailed to the pillar of shame!

　　 Boom!

　　 Two blood-colored figures leaned forward and took steps, their bodies leaned forward, smashing the falling raindrops, and each stepped on both sides with pleasing steps, leaving behind many phantoms, approaching Luo Hong.

　　 The big fist was raised and aimed at Luo Hong's masked head.

　　 Seventh-rank martial artist's punch might smash Luo Hong's head in an instant.

　　 Luo Hong stood calmly in place.

　　 The rain continued to flow down the mask.

　　 The original gray color between the world and the earth has changed, becoming more and more gloomy, endless whimpers, endless darkness, like the huge waves rising from the sea, to swallow Luo Hong's mind.

　　 When the evil monarch mask was put on, Luo Hong felt a powerful force.

　　 is indescribably powerful.

　　 The hurricane came whizzing, it was the terrifying pressure of the two approaching Seventh-Rank Wuxiu.

　　 Luo Hong's mouth raised a smile that was the same as the curvature of a mask, and his evil spirit was awe-inspiring in an instant.

　　 This smile made the two approaching Seventh-Rank Wu Xiu's minds tremble, and felt a chill of horror and indescribable evil.

　　 Luo Hong held the sword in one hand and raised the other hand, covering half of his face without a mask.

　　 "Hahahaha..."

　　 A deep laugh, but a laugh without a slight smile, came from Luo Hong's mouth.

　　 "Pretend to be a god! Die!"

　　 Two seven-pin cold drinks.

　　 Murderous intent is revealed!

　　 "The world laughs at me too madly, I laugh at the world... all fools."

　　 The eyes are sharp sharp, Luo Hong's mouth is upturned and said.

　　 Boom!

　　 Two huge fists with big bowl mouths smashed down, and the accumulation of water on the ground exploded two seven-foot-high water rings. The water rings collided like two large water tanks colliding together.

　　 However, the white robe wearing the mask has disappeared in place.

　　 The two seventh-rank martial artists were shocked, and only felt a palpitation.

　　 But he heard the sound of sword chanting, and a long sword cut through droplets of water, smashed the blasted water ring, and cut it towards the neck artery of the two.

　　 The sharpness brought by the sword blade made the continuous energy and blood of the two seventh-rank martial artists appear a little cold.

　　 The two reacted very quickly, their palms turned back suddenly, and then they pushed forward vigorously.

　　 pushed the tip of the sword away.

　　 Luo Hong's white clothes rolled up, like a horror, spinning away countless raindrops, touching the water with his toes, and constantly retreating, pulling out a gully on the rainy ground.

　　 Luo Hong, who wears a mask, keeps a gentle smile all the time, but the evil in his smile makes people seem crazy when they see it.

The eyes under the mask of 　　 see the world in gray, but it is also the clearest.

　　 "Will you kill me in half of the world?"

　　 The corner of Luo Hong's mouth was slightly raised under the mask of the evil monarch.

　　 "So why not slaughter him for half of the world?"

　　 faintly laughed.

　　 Luo Hong's eyes looked at the tumbling white dragonfly in the city, and the world was overshadowed at this moment.

　　 "Good swordsmanship."

　　 Luo Hong admired.

　　 After putting on the mask of the evil monarch, his six senses, strength, speed, and consciousness have all been greatly increased.

　　 That Bai Jiao's sword made the brilliance flow in his gray eyes.

　　 "This child... is very strange!"

　　 "Quick battle!"

　　 Compared with the hearty and hearty fighting with Zhao Donghan, Luo Hong wearing the mask of the evil monarch is too weird.

　　 Although the kendo cultivation level was only 9th rank, it was more pressured than Zhao Donghan, who had swallowed the blood pill and reached 7th rank.

　　 plus the head of Wei Wuxian who was beaten and rolled by the rain.

　　 There was a little anxiety and anxiety in their hearts.

　　 The evil monarch Luo Hong wearing a mask held his sword and stood there, tilting his head, as if thinking about something.

　　 He swings his sword from time to time, seeming to imitate some sword moves.

　　 The two 7th-rank martial artists looked at each other, feeling strange, "When fighting, thinking about swordsmanship?"

　　 "Is it deliberately, or is it looking for death?"

　　 The fierceness in the eyes of the two of them is full.

"No matter how."

　　 "Kill him, you can go back and hand in the task."

　　 The two looked at each other, and the murderous intent was so strong that they would stop the raindrops in the world for a while.

　　 Boom!

　　 The two men were ready to wear clothes, and they rushed again.

　　 However...

　　 Luo Hong, wearing a mask of the evil monarch, with white clothes and silver hair in the rain, is still trying his sword.

　　 The two seventh-rank martial artists are getting closer.

　　 Three feet, two feet, one feet...

　　 suddenly.

　　 Luo Hong raised his hand and slowly raised it up.

"come out."

　　 "Entangled."

　　'S faint voice, with the irritability that the world will not disturb me.

　　 The two Seventh-Rank Wu Xiu, who were **** and bloody, felt stiff.

Roar!

　　 Like a beast roaring.

　　 I don't know when a burly figure appears above their heads.

　　 The evil evil spirits are rolling, the breath is escaping, and it is not a weak seventh-rank martial artist!

　　 The original eighth rank Di Shan Xieying, with the increase of the evil monarch mask, vaguely reached the seventh rank.

　　嘭!

　　 Like a mountain smashed down.

　　 The two seventh ranks each punched out and collided with Di Shan Xieying who fell from the sky.

　　 Dishan evil shadow was smashed to pieces!

　　 But, in an instant, his big hands, as black as ink, held the faces of the two Seven-Ranks in astonishment, and smashed them to the ground like a boulder thrown into a lake, blowing up water.

　　 Hu Zhishui's evil shadow was in the distance, staring sadly.

　　 The crutches dropped suddenly.

　　 There were so many shadowy sticks, like sharp spears, on the ground.

　　 Under the mask of the evil monarch, Hu Zhishui's evil shadow has also become stronger!

　　 噗嗤!

　　 was pressed on the ground by the two seventh grades, and was stabbed by the crutches born on the ground.

　　 However, they are powerful, but the crutches didn't pierce their bodies, just a blood hole.

　　 The two seventh ranks were furious, and once again smashed Di Shan Xie Ying. One of them flew like a tiger, approaching instantaneously, and a whip kick also exploded Hu Zhishui Xie Ying, who could not be avoided.

　　 However, Di Shan Xie Ying and Hu Zhishui Xie Ying quickly formed again in the distance.

　　 immortal and immortal.

　　 "Evil repair!"

　　 The two seventh-rank martial artists bleed through the holes in their bodies, staring at the white-robed Luo Hong in the heavy rain, incredible.

　　Anping County sets an example of justice, son of General Luo...

　　 is actually an evil cultivator!

　　 Who can believe this? !

　　Wearing the mask of the evil monarch, Luo Hong, who was thinking about swordsmanship, suddenly smiled~www.ltnovel.com~ The eyes under the mask turned and landed on the two seventh-rank martial artists.

　　 The corner of his mouth is slightly raised, revealing a strange arc.

"I understand."

　　 After that, Luo Hong held the sword backhand and laughed at the rainy world.

　　 The sword in his hand was suddenly thrown out!

　　 Sword gas gushes.

　　 a sword.

　　 The sword cuts the rain, and the air is steaming.

　　 Two swords.

　　 The sword draws an arc, leaving a mark in the light.

　　Three swords.

　　 Jianmang swims around, like a snake.

　　Four swords.

　　 Sword energy rushes into the sky, and the magic dragon is successful.

　　 A small black dragon is only three to four points similar to the white dragon in Anping County, but it provokes the two seventh-rank martial artists, the hair is terrifying!

　　 噗嗤!

Luo Hong shook the sword, the long sword in his hand was broken every inch, and the Black Jiao flew out, scouring the bodies of the two seventh-rank martial artists in an instant, and the blood on their bodies seemed to be wiped away in an instant. driven to distraction.

　　 The black water bird exploded quickly, turning into sword energy and disappearing into the world.

　　 Luo Hong, wearing a mask, curled his mouth and spat in the rain.

　　 "Hey, only half of the mask."

　　 "Stealing the teacher and learned something different."

　　 But, soon, his toes were like a dragonfly, and Pian Ruo Hong appeared in front of a desperate seventh-grade martial artist.

　　 Shazhu appeared, and instantly turned into a black short sword.

　　 gave the seventh-rank Wuxiu a gentle and elegant smile.

After 　　, he jumped up and plunged into the neck of this seventh-rank martial artist who had vented all his energy.

　　 Penetrate and pull out.

　　 Push in again, pull out again!

　　 One cut, another cut, another cut.

　　 The knife cuts into the neck.

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