dude is so righteous

In the torrential rain, the footsteps became extremely clear.

"The Zhao family is so enthusiastic about this young master, don't be in a hurry... This young master is here to ask for a glass of wine."

Outside the main hall.

Luo Hong's faint laughter drifted over.

Two figures, one tall and one short, broke through the rain and appeared in front of everyone.

Patriarch Zhao's face was terrified, Patriarch Zhou and Patriarch Wang turned their heads and left.

Luo Hong glanced at the Patriarchs of the Zhou family and the Wang family, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an ever-higher arc.

The head of the Zhao family didn't run away, his home is here, where can he go?

"Luo Hong! You are cruel and merciless, and Yue'er's heart is attached to you, yet you have the heart to kill Yue'er!"

The head of the Zhao family shouted.

Luo Hong flicked the sword, shaking off the water stained on the sword.

"Ok?"

"Kill it, kill it...Are you angry?"

Luo Hong raised his chin, looked at the Patriarch of the Zhao family, and said.

The head of the Zhao family froze for a moment.

This... seems to be different from the righteous Luo Hong he knew.

"It's right to be angry, so I'm guilty enough, isn't it?"

"Old Zhao, remember, Mie Man Sect."

Luo Hong chuckled, and tapped the tip of his sword on the ground.

"Where's the guard?! Kill me!"

Destroy all doors?

How dare he, Luo Hong? !

Patriarch Zhao narrowed his eyes and roared sharply.

Outside the main hall, the servants of the Zhao family who had been waiting for a long time, the guards rushed to kill them one after another, swiping their bright white blades, and slashed at the wet Zhao Donghan and Luo Hong.

Luo Hong pulled a chair and sat down on his own, leaning on his sword.

Zhao Donghan's Qi and blood filled the lake like a mountain torrent.

Kill a guard and servant with one punch.

Even a ninth-rank copper-skinned martial artist can't stand it in front of Zhao Donghan, who is now compared to a seventh-rank violent blood martial artist, let alone these ordinary people.

The smell of blood filled the main hall in an instant.

Patriarch Zhao looked at the ferocious Zhao Donghan, his face was pale, and he glanced at the Yan Xiao in the capital who was still calm and drinking on his own, with a secret hatred in his heart.

He looked at Luo Hong with a commercial smile on his face.

"Nephew Luo Xian..."

However, the words just came out.

Luo Hong, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly threw out the sword leaning on the ground.

The sword burst out like a javelin.

Under Patriarch Zhao's unbelievable gaze, his head was pierced instantly, and the huge force drove his body, nailing him to the wall.

"Nephew...is it also your name?"

Luo Hong said lightly.

The sound echoed in the main hall, which smelled extremely bloody, like thunder on the ground.

And all the guards and servants of the Zhao residence were all beaten to death by Zhao Donghan's iron fists.

In the main hall, corpses were scattered all over, bloody and thick, only three salt lords remained.

Zhao Donghan stood behind Luo Hong with a murderous look.

The scar on his face squirmed, staring at the three salt owls with a bit of vigilance.

clap clap clap...

The three salt owls put down their wine glasses and applauded.

"As expected of being the son of General Tu Luo from Saibei..."

"Unfortunately, I was born at an untimely time."

Luo Hong was startled.

General Luo's son?

What the hell?

These guys... misunderstood the person?

He, Luo Hong, was just an ordinary son of a landlord.

Luo Hong took out the human skin booklet and held the charcoal pencil.

After thinking about it, he looked at Yan Xiao in the middle.

"So...you want to kill me too?"

Luo Hong raised his chin and said.

"I don't kill the unknown, what's your last name?"

Yan Xiao in the middle was taken aback for a moment, and shook his head speechlessly the next moment.

Raising his hand and making a gesture, the two salt owls beside him immediately stood up.

Like a beast breaking its bundle, the suppressed breath gradually exploded.

The berserk aura of the seventh-rank violent blood martial artist vented out like a mountain torrent, setting off a storm of energy and blood, making the entire main hall seem to be baptized by a hurricane.

Chapter 46 Come, fair one-on-one

The torrential rain gathered for a whole day, and it rained recklessly at this night.

The heavy rain shrouded the entire Anping County in a hazy veil.

Every raindrop is like a comet falling from the sky, and it will hit the earth full of holes.

And in such a berserk rain, a figure in Tsing Yi stood above the Luo Mansion.

He didn't move, and there seemed to be endless depression between heaven and earth.

The torrential rain fell, as if it had been chopped into pieces by an invisible sword energy, but none of it touched the Tsing Yi.

Steward Chen stood on the roof with his hands behind his back and a long sword wrapped in rags on his shoulders, as if overlooking the entire garden, courtyard, and rockery of Luofu.

When three energies erupted in Zhao's residence, Steward Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Three rank seven, two martial arts cultivators, and one Taoist cultivator..."

A murderous intent appeared on Chen Butler's icy face.

Although Zhao Donghan swallowed the Violent Blood Pill and possessed a rank-[-] combat power, it was still difficult to deal with such an opponent.

It's time for him to make a move.

Zhao Donghan couldn't cope with the three seventh ranks.

A raindrop fell from the sky, but it seemed to be still in front of Steward Chen.

He took a step forward, and the black cloth shoes stepped on the raindrops. The raindrops burst out with amazing elasticity, making Steward Chen use his strength to walk like an autumn leaf.

Walk in the rain.

Go to Zhao Mansion.

……

Outside Anping County.

In the four directions of southeast, northwest, and the moment Butler Chen left the Luo Mansion, figures opened their eyes one after another.

In the east, on the hills where the yellow mud was washed away by the heavy rain, an old Taoist priest stood there, shaking his whisk, his eyes were sharp in the rainstorm.

He couldn't help smiling.

The old Taoist rolled up his sleeves, and slapped his palm suddenly, and his fingers melted into prints on his palm.

Seven or eight printings have been changed in a row.

"Bah!"

With a sharp howl, the whisk was thrown out, and it turned into three thousand feet in an instant.

The roots plunge into the void, piercing through the falling raindrops.

Like a thin string pulling a puppet, the raindrops all over the sky gathered a water figure.

……

north.

open ground.

There is a red-haired horse standing in the rainstorm, with a figure sitting on the horse's back.

Sheepskin fur, cowhide boots, and a bow on the back.

There are many bright gems inlaid on the bow, even in the rainstorm, it is difficult to cover up the brilliance of the gems.

The figure has a beard and beard, but it has unique red phoenix eyes, which are rough and delicate.

His phoenix eyes looked through the rainstorm, as if he saw the green clothes walking in the rain in the county town.

Calmly remove the bow.

The body suddenly soared to the sky, independent of the horse's back, creaking, and the bow was drawn to the full moon.

There are no arrows on the bow, but the raindrops in the sky are all turned into sharp arrows that can break through the river and sea in an instant.

……

In the west, on a century-old tree.

A burly figure stood there, its body was two meters high, like a giant, with dense muscles, faintly like a dragon.

The rainwater hit him and evaporated in an instant.

The man has wanton and ferocious black hair, his eyes are like lightning, he is wearing a black armor, and he is carrying a heavy hand on his back.

The corners of the mouth with fragmentary stubble are slightly raised.

Facing a seat in Tsing Yi in Anping County, he threw a punch.

In an instant, the torrential rain froze for a while.

……

In the south, the torrential rain was like a pillar, drawing almost to the raging torrent.

There is a lone boat bobbing up and down in the rainstorm.

And the figure wrapped in a black robe stood on the lone boat.

Facing the direction of Anping County, he suddenly raised his black robe.

wow... wow...

Group after group of black flies out, it is densely packed night crows, wrapped in a strong evil spirit, tearing apart the rainy night, and flying towards a table of Tsing Yi.

……

Steward Chen walked in the rain, his eyes suddenly sharp.

He turned his head and looked in the four directions of east, west, north and south. In his pupils, the silhouettes of the Taoist, the barbarian, the strong man, and the evil cultivator were respectively reflected...