dude is so righteous

In the east of Anping County, on the soil slope where the yellow mud flows.

The veteran's fly whisk exploded, and he coughed up a large mouthful of blood in an instant, and sword marks appeared one after another on his body.

The whole person rolled down from the slope and turned into a clay figurine,

"Although the Nine Swords have not been forced to transform into a dragon, but the Four Swords have transformed into a dragon, it is still worthy of a confession!"

The old Taoist turned into a clay figurine, took a gourd stained with mud, unplugged it, and poured rainwater and wine into his throat like crazy.

Afterwards, he grabbed a handful of talisman papers from his sleeve and threw them away like he didn't want money.

There is a momentum on the hill, which suddenly rises into the sky, causing the rain that is falling all over the sky to roll upwards.

In the north, thunder exploded suddenly on the open plains.

The man with the sheepskin fur and the beard standing on the back of the sweaty horse had his hands bloody in an instant.

The horse beneath him exploded to pieces.

The entire open ground was blasted into a deep hole. He stood in the hole, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and a little blood oozed from Danfeng's eyes.

"What a Dragon Transforming Sword..."

The barbarian sneered, raised his exquisite cowhide boots, stepped on the gorgeous bow, and pulled the string again with his uninjured arm. The rain in the sky and the earth continued to gather, turning into an ice arrow on the bowstring.

The cold light is overflowing.

In the west, an old tree seemed to be struck by lightning.

The arm of the burly man on the tree that punched the void was cut off by the sword energy in an instant, leaving only white bones.

The big man bared his teeth and laughed.

He pulled out the black iron spear on his back, screamed sharply, swung his one arm, and threw the black iron spear violently like a whip.

It was like thunder exploding, the sound was still there, the spear had turned into an invisible black line, and it went straight to the green-clothed seat guarding the sword in the air in Anping County.

In the south, the evil cultivator in black robes standing on a lone boat in the water, his whole body seemed to be evaporated by the sword energy, and let out a miserable howl, kneeling on the bow of the boat, trembling all over, his scarlet eyes under the black robe were full of anger , who turned into night crows covering the sky and the sun, flapped their wings and came out one after another.

……

Anping County.

Steward Chen stepped on a bronze sword with his hands behind his back, like a peerless sword fairy.

His eyes were as usual, and the torrential rain could not get close to his body.

Countless sword glows converged and gradually disappeared between the sky and the earth. The white flood dragon that covered the sky rushed into the sky, as if it wanted to cut off the dark clouds that had accumulated the torrential rain.

The green shirt was hunting, and Steward Chen ignored the monks in the four directions outside Anping County.

The four second grades are from Dazhou, Dachu, Saibei and Tiandixiemen...

The four may not be in the same group, but their purpose is the same.

With Chen Tianxuan still in the city, they dared not enter the city, but they could choose to get involved outside the city and let the killers in Anping County kill Luo Hong and Luo Xiaoxiao.

Pressing four people with one sword, Chen Butler thought that these four people should retreat.

However, Steward Chen did not expect that these four people were so brave and unafraid of death, they broke out their killer moves just to drag him.

"court death!"

Steward Chen's brows were furious.

These people, just want to kill the young master and young lady? !

……

Luohua Courtyard seems to be isolated from the world.

A few plump plantains were planted outside the window, and under the vent of the heavy rain, the sound was extremely crisp.

Wen Tianxing sat on the rocking chair, looking at the banana leaf that looked like a beautiful woman swaying with cloudy eyes.

"One sword can beat the fourth and second grades, and he really deserves to be the master of Daxia swordsmanship."

"If the prince is here, I'm afraid he will laugh, and he will be rewarded."

The old man clapped his hands and smiled.

Two little boys lighting incense walked respectfully and helped the old man up.

"Let's go to the Zhao Mansion."

"A helping hand in the abyss."

"Meet Luo Rentu's son formally."

The old man chuckled.

A little boy took a bamboo umbrella, Ling Xiaotong took a hand stove with new charcoal, and helped the old man slowly out of the Luohua courtyard.

……

Zhao House.

Luo Hong leaned on his sword and looked at the dead Wei Wuxian calmly.

The seventh-rank Taoist cultivator of Longhu Mountain in the Great Zhou Dynasty is very powerful.

However, this guy was careless and made the same mistake as Hu Zhishui.

Di Shanxieying grabbed the opponent, and with Daoxiu's physical body, he couldn't break free at all, so the final end was death.

Of course, maybe Wei Wuxian never imagined that Luo Hong's dazzling righteousness is not weaker than the upright and awe-inspiring Confucianism cultivator, but behind his back he is an evil cultivator.

The evil shadows of Hu Zhishui and Di Shan floated behind Luo Hong, and Wei Wuxian's body fell to the ground weakly.

Losing Wei Wuxian's mana control, the red talisman warrior also collapsed directly, turning into a red talisman and burning up.

All the evil shadows in the house dissipated.

Holding the sword, Luo Hong calmly walked to Wei Wuxian's body with his white shirt stained with blood.

"stand up."

In the dantian, the evil beads rolled, and the evil spirit swept across.

Luo Hong's voice was like singing.

He wanted to summon Wei Wuxian's seventh-rank evil shadow.

However, it clearly failed.

After calling three times, Wei Wuxian's corpse remained indifferent, and the evil shadow was never born.

"This damn street attack technique."

Luo Hong finally couldn't help cursing inwardly, after three failed attempts, Wei Wuxian's evil shadow could not be summoned in the end.

hum...

In Wei Wuxian's corpse, a little brilliance surged and gathered into a blooming flower.

This is the spiritual practice of Taoism, where three flowers gather at the top, and Wei Wuxian obviously only cultivated one flower.

Facing the soul flower, Hu Zhishui and Di Shan's evil shadows immediately flew up to it and ate the soul flower.

Luo Hong could faintly feel that the strength of these two evil shadows seemed to have been improved.

There is a faint tendency to break the eighth rank.

Luo Hong raised his eyebrows, let out a breath of depression, and felt much more comfortable in his heart.

Holding the sword, he cut off Wei Wuxian's head.

Luo Hong carried it, turned around and walked towards the rain-like atrium, where Old Zhao was still desperately trying.

With a thought, Hu Zhishui and Di Shanxieying rushed into his shadow.

Luo Hong smiled strangely, raised his foot, and kicked open the closed door.

The howling rainstorm was mixed with the icy wind to vent wantonly.

Luo Hong looked at the atrium.

At a glance, Luo Hong saw Zhao Donghan lying on the ground, the rain slapped his body, and his hands firmly clasped the ankles of the two seventh-rank martial artists, preventing them from going to the main hall.

With cold faces, the two martial artists kept stomping on Zhao Donghan's palms until they were bloody.

Zhao Donghan was spitting blood, but he was laughing wantonly and crazily. His consciousness had long been blurred, and he persisted with a single will.

The torrential rain fell crazily, and the raindrops hit the ground, splashing hazy mist.

Luo Hong stared at Zhao Donghan, his heart trembled.

The two seventh-rank martial artists turned their heads suddenly, and looked at Luo Hong who kicked open the main hall door, with disbelief flashing in their eyes.

Luo Hong came out alive, which means... Wei Wuxian, a seventh-rank Taoist, died.

Ninth rank kills seventh rank?

really.

The two seventh-rank martial artists stopped struggling, but Zhao Donghan couldn't hold it, and his palms gradually fell off from their ankles.

Luo Hong laughed.

Throwing Wei Wuxian's head straight out, with a slap, like a rubber ball, splashed half a foot high, and rolled down a certain distance on the uneven ground of the atrium.

The eyes of the two martial artists narrowed.

Wei Wuxian...is really dead!

"Two, I would like to ask, what is your surname..."

"Forget it, I don't want to know anymore."

Luo Hong shook his head, stretched out his hand and took it out of his bosom.

Half of the mask with a gentle smile was pulled out.

Holding a sword in one hand and a mask in the other.

Luo Hong stepped into the rainstorm step by step.

Pillar-like rain poured down, slapping his body, splashing fine water droplets in all directions.

Luo Hong raised his clean chin, and the corners of his mouth raised with a cold arc.

"My son... just want to kill you now."

Finished.

Luo Hong slammed the half mask on his face.

In an instant, his hair was full of black silk and turned into silver.

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Chapter 49 Why not kill him half the world

The rain is getting heavier.

The whole world seemed to be enveloped by this torrential rain.

Depressed, dull, feeling the wailing of God.

Zhao House.

Luo Hong dressed in blood-stained white clothes, wore a mask, and held a sword in one hand. He walked out of the main hall of the Zhao Mansion step by step, stepped on the blue stone ladder, and instantly felt like stepping into a waterfall, drenched in rain.

Zhao Donghan was lying on the floor of the atrium overflowing with a layer of rain, his eyes were dimmed.

The blood continued to flow, turning the water in front of his eyes into the color of blood. He still kept his eyes open, but his eyes were spinning and confused.

He watched the white-clothed young master step into the rainstorm, and he was both moved and sad.

Young master is such a good person, why does half the world want to kill him?

Seventh-rank martial arts, placed in the ordinary army, are all at the rank of a thousand commanders, but they are sent to kill young masters who have only practiced for a few days.

This is not giving a way out.

Seeing Luo Hong walking in the rain, with firm steps, Zhao Donghan felt more and more uncomfortable.