dude is so righteous

On the streets of Anping County, there are huge water figures roaring at the Tianhe River, opening their mouths, and spewing out waterfalls that flow straight down.

In the north, the raindrops all over the sky turned into sharp arrows and shot like ten thousand arrows, each arrow has the power to shoot through the tiger.

Boom!

The rain all over the sky, stained with vitality and blood, turned into a huge punch, hitting from the west.

In the south, night crows fly together, with murderous intent.

Murderous intent from all directions, like a big net, caught Butler Chen.

"Sending four second-ranks to involve Chen, do you really think highly of Chen?!"

Steward Chen was suspended in the air, with thousands of sword aura gushing out from his body. The white sword aura seemed to have turned into a giant white python, entrenched around his body, colliding with various attacks.

There was murderous intent in his eyes.

Half the world wants the son and miss to die, how innocent are they? !

Tear!

The cloth wrapped with the sword on his back exploded immediately.

A sharp sword light shines brightly in the dark night!

The sword divides into two, turns into three, and then turns into four.

Four bronze swords are suspended around.

The white giant python, when one sword gave birth to four, suddenly changed its image and gave birth to four claws.

On a rainy night, the four swords turn into white flood dragons!

……

Luohua Courtyard.

The old man was sitting in a rocking chair, admiring plantains in front of the window, but he didn't know whether it was plantains or the peerless swordsmanship that he was admiring.

"One sword turns into a snake, four swords turn into a dragon, nine swords turn into a dragon..."

"It's a pity that Hualong is like a flower in the epiphyllum, you can't see it, and you can't bear to see it."

The old man shook his head, full of regret.

……

County government.

Luo Feng looked at the white flood that lit up the night, his face trembling with fright.

The whole body is icy cold, this sword technique is indeed that one!

But what shocked him even more was the world-shattering attack that erupted from the four directions outside Anping County, southeast, northwest.

Roaring water man, arrows all over the sky, fists that shake the sky, crows that cover the sun and night...

That's all from the means of a second-rank high-grade monk!

Little Anping County has attracted so many masters to gather together. Those brother and sister... have become the center of the storm. Is it worth attracting such masters to attack and kill them?

Luo Feng took a deep breath and looked at the heavy rain.

Armed with a knife, he strode out of the county government office and into the rain. Fangzheng and Ziwei followed with firm expressions on their faces.

The three of them galloped in the direction of Zhao Mansion.

And the county government.

County Magistrate Liu sat in the high hall, feeling the wind and rain all around him, holding the teacup, but trembling unceasingly, the tea cover collided with the teacup continuously, and the tea escaped.

"I'm just a small county magistrate. Although I'm petty greedy, I'm not guilty of any major crimes. The most important thing is self-awareness."

"Let's fight, let's fight, and leave quickly after the fight."

……

Zhao House.

main hall.

On the left and right sides, the blood of the two salt owls erupted like a scorching sun and a rainbow.

Zhao Donghan's expression suddenly changed drastically.

"Seventh-Rank Violent Blood Martial Cultivator?!"

"Seventh Grade Royal Talisman Daoist!"

"Young master! Let's go!"

It never occurred to Zhao Donghan that there was a martial artist of the seventh-rank violent blood realm hidden in Zhao's mansion, a family of merchants.

More than that.

The salt owl in the middle laughed even more strangely.

A piece of Zhang Xuan's yellow talisman paper rushed up and floated around the salt owl. It turned out to be a Taoist cultivator of the seventh-rank imperial talisman realm!

Luo Hong was also shocked.

Three rank seven!

what happened?Could it be that his identity as Luo Hong's little villain was discovered?

No, even so, you can't provoke three seventh-ranks to kill him, right?

Reminiscent of what Yan Xiao said before, Luo Hong felt that he might have been involved in some dispute unknowingly.

The Daoist Yan Xiao, with the black and yellow talisman paper floating all over his body, looked at Luo Hong with a chuckle.

"Mr. Luo, since you want to die clearly, then I will fulfill you, Mr. Wei Wuxian, a seventh-rank imperial talisman in Longhu Mountain."

Bang!

The words fall.

The two rank-[-] violent blood martial artists beside him have already started.

Like a tiger descending the mountain, it flew towards Luo Hong and Zhao Donghan.

The knife in Zhao Donghan's hand slashed out, and the light torn out by the sharp blade seemed to burst the air.

however……

The two violent blood martial artists were happy and fearless, each drew a white blade from the bodyguard's body, and slashed out fiercely.

All three of their knives were broken.

What followed was a rough hand-to-hand fight. The three of them wrestled close to each other, and the energy and blood exploded from the physical collision, like a boulder thrown into a lake.

Zhao Donghan was pushed out of the main hall by the two, and fought in the courtyard where the rainstorm was pouring out.

The rainwater whipped by Qi and blood spurted into sharp blades, smashing the courtyard into pieces.

It's just that Zhao Donghan was suppressed and beaten, and when he roared, he seemed to be just incompetent and furious.

In the main hall.

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

Holding the charcoal pen, Luo Hong wrote the words "Wei Wuxian" on the second target of the human skin booklet.

Then, he exhaled contentedly, and stuffed the booklet into his bosom.

Wei Wuxian didn't look at Luo Hong's weird behavior, he raised his head, and looked at the horror and depression in Anping County that instantly brightened like daylight.

Take a deep breath.

The high-quality game begins.

He knew that a quick battle had to be done. Kill Luo Hong and Luo Xiaoxiao, and this mission would be considered complete.

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's eyes fell on Luo Hong again.

Luo Hong raised his hand, the sword that pierced Patriarch Zhao trembled for a while, drawn by the sword energy, shot back in a burst, and was held by Luo Hong in his hand.

Luo Hong, who was dressed in white, flicked the blade of the sword with his fingers, and the blood on the sword splashed and dripped.

But I heard Luo Hong speak with a smile.

"The eighth-rank master has killed..."

"Qipin, I want to try it too."

"Come on, fair one-on-one."

Wei Wuxian was dumbfounded, the son of Rentu didn't seem very smart.

Rank Nine wants to kill Rank Seven.

You are skating the world's jokes!

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Chapter 47 Who said Qipin can't be killed

It was raining heavily, like the god of heaven was furious.

In the atrium of the Zhao Mansion, which was ravaged by the torrential rain, Zhao Donghan let out a deep roar, and fought with two seventh-rank martial artists endlessly.

He is not afraid of death, and his fighting style of risking his life makes the two seventh-rank martial artists a little afraid.

One person entangled the two, but Zhao Donghan was anxious in his heart.

Because there is still a Taoist cultivator of the seventh rank in the main hall, the son is alone in the Taoist cultivator, and he is anxious in his heart.

How does the ninth rank fight the seventh rank?

Although the gap between low-ranks is not as huge as that between high-ranks, how easy is it to fight across second-ranks?

"piss off!"

Zhao Donghan roared, his blood was steaming, and he threw his fists at the rain curtain. The two seventh-rank martial artists were cold and solemn, and they also punched.

Two fists against four hands.

The fried raindrops continued to shatter, creating clouds of water mist.

Zhao Donghan took a piling step, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, but he slid backwards for several meters, his legs were dripping with blood.

The bones of his fists were even more distorted, and the skin on the fists was blurred, revealing ferocious iron bones.

far away.

The two seventh-rank martial arts cultivators stood there, blood qi transpiring around their bodies, and the surging qi and blood formed a blurred bloody coat on their bodies.

He stared at Zhao Donghan coldly.

However, Zhao Donghan stood up unsteadily, with a low growl from his throat, he stooped and kicked up a three-foot spray, rushing to kill him.

"I once followed General Saibei to kill Hu people!"

Zhao Donghan roared sharply, his eyes turned red instantly, "Today, I will protect my son even if I die!"

The cold night sky, the torrential rain.

Grain after grain fell, covering the oppressive earth.

Zhao Donghan hugged one person lazily, and kept rushing forward, letting the other person's strong elbow hit him hard on the back.

Coughing up blood.

With one against two, it is impossible to win even if you risk your life. Zhao Donghan knew in his heart that all he could do was to hold these two back.

Waiting for Butler Chen to come to the rescue!

……

Ninth rank kills seventh rank?

Can this be said?

Wei Wuxian came from the Great Zhou Dynasty to carry out a secret mission to kill the son of Luo Rentu who had just come back to facilitate the massacre of hundreds of thousands of Hu soldiers in Saibei. The relationship between Zhenbei King and Luo Rentu was ruined, and the relationship between Zhenbei King and the prince was ignited. contradiction.

He also sighed that the young master and young lady of the Luo family were so innocent that they became victims of court disputes.