My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

　　 The heavy rain roared down like a waterfall.

　　 The heavens and the earth are like a dragon hissing, resounding, surrounded by heavy sounds that are difficult to suppress.

　　 Slum, Gopher Street.

　　 Luo Hong walked out of the pork shop with a flat voice, but the torrential rain roared over the sky and the earth, causing the novice monk in the rotten monk robe who stood up from the roof to show a funny laugh.

　　 "One person becomes an army? You said you can become an army alone?"

"The poor monk practiced this technique, excavated seven or eight mass graves, so many graves, and many coffins opened! You are a righteous son, a sword-cultivator, how can you be Do you think you are the great immortal master of Kunlun Palace who can cast beans into soldiers?!"

　　 The novice monk laughed sarcastically on the roof.

　　The words of Luo Hong showed endless mockery.

　　 is in control of 1,872 walking corpses. He alone is worth an army of 1,000 people. This is what he is most proud of.

　　 However, the son-in-law in front of him, who does not know the heights of the sky, actually intends to compete with him in the item he is most proud of.

　　 Why are you a sword repairer? !

　　 Luo Hong's face was as usual, even if he was insulted by the novice monk, there was not much discoloration.

　　 He walked out step by step and walked to Zhao Donghan who was soaked in the rainstorm.

　　 Zhao Donghan was a little weak, his blood circulation was over-consuming, he was sleepy and wanted to sleep.

　　 "The son..."

　　 Zhao Donghan raised his head, and the rain clouded his eyes again. Looking at a white robe walking in the rainstorm, Zhao Donghan felt that this scene seemed familiar.

　　 Luo Hong smiled without saying anything.

　　 patted Zhao Donghan on the shoulder.

After 　　, I took over from Zhao Donghan the long knife that had chopped many corpses, but was still sharp.

　　 Luo Hong thinks this knife is particularly useful.

　　 This is Zhao Donghan's private knife, and now Luo Hong has temporarily requisitioned it.

　　 The tip of the knife hit the ground, and Luo Hong held the knife and was flooded through by the rainstorm.

　　 The hair sticks to his cheeks, and the rain washes his skin on his forehead.

　　 He stared at the novice monk and raised his chin slightly.

　　 "You said... what happened to Chen Tianxuan himself?"

　　 Luo Hong asked.

　　 On the roof, the novice monk wiped a handful of rain and grinned sharply.

"You do not know?"

After 　　, the arc of the smile on the corner of the mouth grew wider and wider: "Then I can't tell you."

　　 The novice monk said, laughing to himself, crazy.

　　 Luo Hong curled his lips.

　　 jingle bell.

　　 The novice monk's smile ceased instantly, and he shook the silver bell in his hand suddenly, and the crisp silver bell began to explode in the rainstorm.

　　 Those stiff walking corpses that were watered by the rain were instantly like hungry wolves in the dark night, with their green eyes lit up, staring at Luo Hong, stepping on the splashing mud, and flying towards him.

　　 Murderous intent, instantly intertwined the rain from the sky, turned into a spider web, and came towards Luo Hong's web.

　　 And the ghosts that were under control were all under the control of other evil cultivators and flew towards Luo Hong.

　　 Luo Hong frowned, the meaning of this novice monk's words, is it... Butler Chen is in danger?

　　 It shouldn’t. With the strength of Steward Chen, who in Anping County can bring him danger?

　　 However, this is not the time to think about these things.

　　Luo Hong did not dare to be too careless in the face of the walking dead.

　　 The sword qi in the meridians revolves, and the sword qi continuously stacks ten times during the roaring rainstorm.

　　 Stacked sword air with swords.

　　 slammed a knife sharply, and the majestic sword aura suddenly whistled and tore, cutting the rain curtain falling like a pillar into a divided line.

　　Using the sword as a sword, cut out a sharp sword.

　　 噗嗤!

　　 The leading walking corpse who swooped down was cut in half, but the sword's energy was still there, and it was cut all the way down.

　　 two, three, five... ten...

　　 Kill ten walking corpses with one sword!

　　 Even the novice monk standing on the roof couldn't help but shrink.

　　 "This sword is so overbearing!"

　　 The novice monk exhaled.

　　 However, Yinling shook more and more violently, but this kind of sword energy...you can cut a few swords!

　　 Luo Hong did not continue to pour sword energy into the long sword, because he knew that if this continued, his sword energy would be consumed sooner or later.

　　 raised his head and glanced at the black sky that was constantly falling raindrops.

　　 What happened to Steward Chen?

　　 Will something happen to Luofu?

　　 I don't know why, Luo Hong is a little worried.

　　 The roar of the walking dead exploded.

　　Guisha's roar came close to Luo Hong with a deep sullen air.

　　 Luo Hong glanced at the rushing Gui Sha, suddenly raised his hand to grasp Gui Sha's face.

　　 The evil spirit ball rolled in the dantian, and the evil spirit was almost instant...the ice disappeared and the snow melted.

　　 outside.

　　 The rainstorm slapped the hat frantically.

　　 The evil repairmen wearing hats, staring at the ghosts that melted instantly, took a deep breath.

　　 "So strong righteousness... It's worthy of being an example of justice in Anping County. All righteousness, ghosts and gods are hard to invade!"

　　 "His righteous qi is too strong, like a blazing sun, take back the ghosts, otherwise it will only be purified by his righteous qi."

　　 A Wei Xie Xiu made a decision in his heart.

　　 In front of the pork shop.

　　 After Luo Hong absorbed the evil spirits of several ghosts, he felt the evil spirits become bigger again.

　　 It's a pity that those evil cultivators have taken away the ghosts, otherwise...these ghosts, how many come, how much he eats!

　　 Boom!

　　 The walking corpse swooped forward.

Luo Hong did not continue to hold the knife, his hand grasped the upright handle of the knife in front of him, and the moment his slender fingers touched the handle of the bundled cloth, the white shirt on his body that was watered by the heavy rain, was suddenly After a shock, countless raindrops were shattered into misty fog.

　　 Luo Hong's face is cold, walking in the rain.

　　 stepped out, waved the long knife in his hand, and broke a raindrop.

　　 swinging the knife in a chic, the blade rubbed the raindrops, buzzing, like a steel whip whizzing and dancing, wrapped in raindrops, the cool breeze slapped.

The sword-enhanced long knife was close, with a pressure on the right elbow, a half-body of a walking corpse was split open, with the knife and legs, several walking corpses turned over, like a windmill turning in the rain, and finally slammed on the ground. , Splashing mud and water two feet.

　　 Luo Hong used a knife as a whip, constantly beating, and every beating engulfed his domineering sword spirit, so he sank vigorously.

　　 But every walking corpse that was knocked into the air would sweep a vacuum out of its surroundings, so that Luo Hong would not be surrounded by walking corpses all at once.

　　 With sword energy and sword, Luo Hong is very focused at this moment. He knows that he lacks actual combat skills, so he can sharpen himself through this battle with the walking dead.

　　 Luo Hong finally felt exhausted, even if a seventh-rank martial artist like Zhao Donghan chopped down two hundred walking corpses, it was exhausted into a pool of mud, let alone Luo Hong.

　　 Soon, Luo Hong began to gasp, there was a loophole in his movement, and a bunch of walking corpses swarmed up.

　　 rounded him up.

　　 on the roof.

　　 The novice monk saw Luo Hong using his walking corpse to practice the sword. He was furious, but when he saw it, he was happy.

　　 "Even Wuxiu with long blood and blood is besieged and beaten by an army of poor monks with walking corpses. It is difficult for you to be beaten by an army of walking corpses of poor monks. You are so arrogant...

　　 "Children, divide him up for me!"

　　 The novice monk's eyes are full of fierce light.

　　 On the roof, his left and right feet were swaying while shaking the silver bell.

　　 The silver bell suddenly broke, throwing away the rainwater and turning into a cloud of dust like fog.

"this one?"

　　 "Also worthy of one person to be an army? Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

　　 The novice monk laughed.

　　 suddenly.

　　 The walking corpses who were holding Luo Hong down like a stack of arhats were suddenly shocked. First, the rain exploded, and then...the walking corpses were opened vigorously.

　　 A surge of sword aura bloomed like a flower, bursting out of the sword swing.

Luo Hong shook his back ~www.ltnovel.com~, his body was stained with blood, and he didn't know when he wore half of a smiling face mask on his face. The black silk turned silver hair, holding a knife in one hand, and the rain was running along the edges of the mask and chin. Converge into a waterline and drip.

　　 The novice monk squinted, did not speak, and the silver bell shook again, killing intent like a waterfall!

In Gopher Street, there are many more walking corpses one after another, shaking, like a crucian carp crossing a river, the evil spirit is so strong that it melts into the rain and falls to the ground, transpiring a gloomy atmosphere, making the whole gopher The street has turned into a dead end.

Ok? !

　　 The novice monk on the roof saw Luo Hong's changes, his complexion suddenly changed slightly, and an inexplicable sense of oppression came.

　　 "Are you crazy?"

　　 "Then I will be more crazy than you."

　　 Luo Hong’s laughter exploded.

　　 Luo Hong, wearing a half-evil-lord smiling face mask, straightened his waist and stood unruly in the rain.

　　 After looking around the street, he tilted his head, staring at the novice monk ringing the bell with his eyes through the falling rain curtain...

　　 "My son is in the army...Want to see?"

After 　　, he ignored the novice's reaction.

　　 Luo Hongping stretched out his arms, playing the rain from heaven and earth, like the conductor of a symphony where heaven and earth merge.

　　 holds the knife in one hand and raises the other.

　　 With a deep laughter, he spoke.

"stand up!"

　　 The torrential rains between the sky and the earth seem to be at this moment, suddenly silent.

　　 The densely packed corpses on the Gopher Street suddenly ignored the silver bell's guidance, and their bodies froze.

After 　　, in the incredible gaze of the novice monk and several evil cultivators.

　　 In the shadow of each walking corpse, there is a group of black wriggles...

　　 is like a series of icy ghosts, standing behind the walking dead.

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