My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

　　 Above the Daping, halfway up the East Mountain.

　　 The atmosphere is a bit grim, mainly due to the low air pressure in Wanyan Chegu, which has infected many people.

　　 The cold murderous intent, arbitrarily fluttering on the Daping.

　　 Suddenly, Wanyan Chegu seemed to sense something, raised his head, and looked at the palace gate on the top of the mountain.

　　 "He is at the top and is about to enter the palace."

　　 Wanyan Chegu stood up, looked at Li Xiuyuan, and said.

"correct."

　　 Li Xiuyuan lay on his side under the peach blossom tree, holding a book of sages in his hand, watching it leisurely, without lifting his head in reply.

　　 There were constant fights on the stone path, and blood was flowing, but beside the stone path, everything could hardly disturb Li Xiuyuan's reading.

　　 He likes peach blossom trees, and he also likes to read under the peach blossom trees.

　　 Just as in the past, the woman he met under the peach blossom tree, and the woman recited the saint's classics.

　　 Therefore, every time he wants to meditate, he will create a peach forest, so that he will be immersed in it, like the dreaming woman by his side, never gone.

　　 Such a plain answer made Wanyan Chegu a little uncomfortable.

"In that case, can we let us watch the battle? If I guess right, the genius of my Golden Tent Palace has been encountering Luo Hong. You should have arranged it. And Luo Hong's battle for entering the palace is definitely not the same. Yan Liehuo, right?"

　　 Wan Yan Chegu said coldly.

　　 Wanyan Chegu was very concerned about this battle, and even he couldn't calm down.

　　 Wanyan Liehuo is ranked 36th on the yellow list, so he has confidence in Wanyan Liehuo.

However, Luo Hong's son is really weird. He is obviously only an eighth-rank sword repairer. It is enough to kill Tuoba Bing's sixth-rank, but even Tuobagu geniuses who have reached the fifth-ranked archery and martial arts are killed. dead.

　　 made him a little frightened, he was worried...Wan Yan Rie Huo might not be able to stop Luo Hong.

　　 He was worried that Yan Liehuo's body would slide down the stone path.

　　 If this is the case, he will not be able to explain to his elder brother when he goes back.

　　 "What about it?"

　　 Li Xiuyuan was still lying on his side under the peach blossom tree, his untied hair flew freely, and there was a breeze blowing, bringing up a few peach blossoms.

　　 "Anything in the world will eventually have a result, just wait."

"quickly."

　　 Li Xiuyuan said lightly.

After 　　, I continued to read, but I didn’t know where there was another gust of wind, and brought a few petals by the way.

　　 Wan Yan Chegu gritted his teeth, the scholar really owes it.

　　 But he can't beat it.

　　 He had to retreat bitterly, sitting on the ground, his eyes fixed on the mountain palace.

　　……

　　 "Sword... Sword Servant?"

　　 Xiaodouhua is a little confused. She doesn't understand anything about cultivation. The most important thing is to be the swordsman of the son who always likes murderous people. I don't know how many times she was murdered that day...

　　 "Does it mean to be a maid?"

　　 Xiaodouhua asked.

　　 Steward Chen smiled and shook his head: "Of course not, the sword served... the sword."

　　 "To tell the truth, your talent reminds me of an old man. She is the same as you. Although she is good at kendo, she has a more special physique and is good at raising swords."

　　 "Swords are the same as people. They need to be raised. If you raise them well, the sword will have more damage."

　　 "An ordinary cold iron sword, if it is properly cultivated, is no weaker than a thousand-forged sword."

　　 Mr. Chen said.

　　 "Furthermore, with your temperament, you want to cultivate true Mahayana swordsmanship. I don't know how long it will take to cultivate. Even if you complete it, do you dare to kill?"

　　 "You are naturally kind and not suitable for swordsmanship."

　　 "If you become a sword servant, you have to follow the sword master forever. This is a fetter and a fetter."

　　 Xiaodouhua was startled.

　　 Butler Chen didn't force anything, but with his hands on his back, looking at the two carefree koi in the pool, he slowly said, "If you want to practice swords, I can teach you."

　　 "If you want to become a swordsman, I can help you too."

　　 "Two choices, it's up to you."

　　 "The choice you make depends on your heart. The swordsman is actually a human-shaped scabbard, with an impure heart, so you can't raise a good sword."

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao listens to the clouds, continue to eat fruit.

　　 Hongxiu looked at Xiaodouhua, wondering what choice she would make.

for a long time.

　　 Xiaodouhua exhaled.

　　 "Senior Chen, I am willing to serve the sword."

　　 However, Xiaodouhua looked at Steward Chen, her long eyelashes trembling, and asked with a somewhat scared, abrupt and curious tone: "Senior Chen, what about your old friend?"

　　 The words fell, and the lotus pond was quiet.

　　 The white-haired housekeeper Chen stared at the lotus in the pond, silently.

　　 The setting sun in the sky is like blood, the cicadas cried slowly, and the summer heat faded away.

　　……

　　 Above the palace gate.

　　 There is a trail of clouds in Dongshan, a figure stained with blood in white clothes, carrying an ancient sword on his back, holding a peach blossom branch in one hand, and climbing step by step towards the palace gate of the mountain.

　　 In the last peach blossom forest in front of the palace, Wan Yan Lihuo put his arms around his chest, condescending and killing intently.

　　 and outside the peach blossom forest.

　　 There are figures one after another.

　　 Spotless, like a silt white lotus, the little monk looks at the forest with peaceful eyes.

　　 The young man with two swords in his waist stared sharply at the last battlefield.

　　 There is also an energetic girl with three swords and Xiaying, her eyes burning.

　　 This is the end of the Bailian Stone Path, and those who can reach this place are basically half-footed into the Jixia Academy, and those who can appear here are basically Tianjiao.

　　 At this moment, many Tianjiao also know Luo Hong's record.

　　 On the hundred-refining stone path, seven kills golden tent king court genius...

　　 is so spicy that it is shocking, it smells like Luo Ren Tu.

　　 "I look down upon this kid..." The woman with the Three Sword Box on her back stared.

　　Eight-Rank kills five-Rank in a row, even she may not be able to do it at 8-Rank...

　　 The son of Luo Ren Tu, seems a bit demon.

　　 "Amitabha, the murderous intention is too heavy, the sky is angry and the people are angry, if it is not blocked by the flames of the face, this last ladder, the little monk is willing to persuade the Lord Luo to be pious toward the Buddha." The little monk in the slender white robe smiled gently.

The young man with two knives glanced at the little monk, and said, "Persuade you, do you use your fist to persuade you? You Wangchuan Temple was trampled by the Luo family's iron cavalry, and the killing heads rolled. Every monk in Xuankong Temple hated Luo people. Tu, you also wish that Luo Hong would die."

　　 "Amitabha Buddha, Xiao donor speaks carefully." The little monk put his palms together and said.

A little Taoist wearing a Taoist robe smiled: "Wanyan Lihuo's strength is still good, Huang Bang 36...In the young generation of the Golden Account King Court, it can be regarded as a personal character, Luo Hong is afraid it is dangerous. Up."

　　 At this point, the few Tianjiao in the dense forest did not say anything.

　　 The peach forest is full of solemnity, and the wanton dissemination of murderous intentions blows all the peach petals in the forest.

　　 The faint footsteps gradually stopped.

　　 Far away in the sky, the setting sun tore the cloud curtain, penetrated the cover of the misty cloud, and sprinkled like fire on the last stone ladder.

　　 Luo Hong carried the ancient sword to the dragon, holding a peach blossom branch in his hand, carrying a half weird mask, and set foot in the last peach blossom forest.

　　 Wan Yan Liehuo looked over, and his gaze fell on Luo Hong.

　　 Looking at the bright red blood on Luo Hong's white robe, Wan Yan Lihuo made no secret of the murderous intent in his eyes.

　　咚!

　　 There is no too much nonsense, and there is no chatter before the war.

　　 After Yan Liehuo took a step, the entire peach blossom forest seemed to tremble at this moment.

　　'S fifth-rank martial artist's momentum began to skyrocket, and a blood-colored armor formed on him.

　　 This blood armor is exquisitely exquisite, like a work of painstaking ingenuity, ingenious workmanship.

　　 But in fact, this is the armor naturally formed by qi and blood.

　　 This Wanyan Liehuo has reached a bottleneck in the fifth stage realm.

"it has started."

　　 Around the dense forest, there was countless silence at once.

　　 Whether it was Xiao Erqi, who was carrying two knives, or Wu Meiniang, who was carrying a sword box, all calmed down and watched the final battle of the hundred-refining stone path.

　　 There is a murderous stagnation between heaven and earth.

　　 Wan Yan Liehuo didn't give Luo Hong much preparation time at all.

　　 The hardwood Wanshibow on the back fell into his hand, and the bow was pulled to the full moon instantly, and the bowstring squeaked and pierced the ears.

　　 an arrow screamed out, and the momentum was tremendous.

　　 The murderous intent is revealed.

And the moment the arrow was shot again, Wanyan Fierce Fire was like a wild wolf on the grassland, swooping out quickly, the scimitar pulled out from his waist, and across the icy arc, wrapped in a powerful force, he cut Luo Hong's Neck!

　　He wants to kill Luo Hong instantly with the momentum of thunder!

　　 In order to wash the shame of the King's Court!

　　 This momentum is very strong, and the impact of the peach blossom forest is swaying.

　　 Luo Hong smiled in the face of this terrifying murderous intent.

　　 The white clothes are floating, the front of the forehead is flying, and the chin is raised.

　　 squeezed a peach blossom branch in his hand, and suddenly pressed only the left half of the mask on his face.

　　 The mask of evil smile, with a touch of coldness and evil.

　　In an instant, Luo Hong's head became black and silver.

Ok?

　　 Xiao Erqi, Wu Meiniang, and Kuyue monk who were fighting in Taolin's appearance all looked horrified.

　　 Because they discovered that Luo Hong's whole momentum... changed.

　　 They can all discover, how can the Wanyan Fierce fire that is getting closer to Luo Hong not notice it?

　　 But at this moment, he doesn't care about so much. The murderous intent is flourishing, and that makes Luo Hong's years stand still at this moment.

　　 And Luo Hong, who put on the mask, laughed.

　　 Facing the terrifying arrow from Wan Yan Liehu.

　　 has not avoided, actually raised the slender peach blossom branch in his hand, with sword energy on his body, constantly sweeping and surging out.

　　 An arrow struck, and the peach blossom branch fluttered and pinched the node out.

　　嘭!

　　 The straight arrow hit the ground obliquely, exploding a deep hole.

　　 Yan Liehuo's eyes narrowed.

　　 "Seven-Rank Sword!"

He was surprised and said, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but the scimitar in his hand cuts out without reservation. There is a cryptic blade, which flips the dirt that has been cut from the ground, and there is a thick thumb mark. Luo Hong.

　　 Luo Hong held the peach blossom branch, with sword aura, there was a momentum like thunder on the ground.

　　 "Today, cut all peach blossoms."

　　 The silver-haired Luo Hong wearing a mask chuckled.

　　 The laughter seemed to linger.

After 　　, he began to wave the peach branch in his hand, like a sword in the void.

　　 One sword, two swords, three swords...

　　 Seven swords, eight swords, nine swords.

　　In an instant, the peach trees swayed in the peach forest, the peach blossoms all shook off, and they were dragged by the invisible air machine...

　　 Every peach blossom is turned into a flying sword, like a thousand streams of water and a river.

　　 The waves are running, rolling sand and destroying rocks, gushing out of the sea!

　　 gathered into a dragon with peach blossoms as scales!

　　 Nine swords into a dragon? !

　　The dragon sword became famous sword skill!

　　The dragon flew, colliding with Wanyan Fierce Fire.

　　 Wan Yan Liehuo first plowed the ground with his hit legs, and then rolled back like a ball, and his body was dripping with blood cut by peach blossoms like swords.

　　 Boom!

　　 There was a roar, Wanyan Fierce fire let out a muffled snort, blood was splashing, and his body traversed an arc and fell to the ground severely, his blood armor shattered.

　　The peach blossoms that exploded from the shards plunged sharply into the ground like swords, and the ground was devastated.

this moment.

　　 Bare peach forest, quiet and silent, silent everywhere.

　　 Seven ranks and one move defeated the fifth rank of the yellow list? !

　　 Really strong!

　　 Wan Yan Lihuo...a fiasco!

　　 It was a mess!

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