dude is so righteous

Luo Feng took a deep breath, looked at the old man with deep eyes, and followed.

As soon as he entered Zhao's residence, he saw corpses all over the floor.

Zhao Yue's head, staring and unwilling, was washed by the rain.

In the courtyard, there were even thirty killers in night clothes who had been killed.

"All nine-rank martial arts, and one eight-rank."

Fangzheng glanced at it, judged it, and took a deep breath.

however.

The old man just glanced at it, and the smile on his face faded a little.

Let the little boy support him to continue walking.

Luo Feng didn't speak, but followed with a straight face.

Soon, several people passed through the garden of the Zhao Mansion and came to the atrium in front of the main hall of the Zhao Mansion.

The old man stopped, and the rain falling from the umbrella eaves seemed to be intertwined into a bead curtain.

Through the bead curtain, the old man saw the white-clothed Luo Hong sitting in the rainstorm with one hand holding the mask.

Around Luo Hong, the corpses of seventh-rank martial artists were still releasing berserk blood...

The screen appears to be still.

The rainstorm became silent.

The sky, the earth and the water are dyed blood.

Luo Feng's eyes narrowed, full of disbelief.

Ziwei covered her mouth.

Fang's expressionless face twitched.

the other side.

The maid who came out of the other courtyard of the Zhao Mansion pulled Luo Xiaoxiao and saw Luo Hong sitting in the courtyard watered by the rain.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at his blood-stained, pale-faced brother, his eyes turned red in an instant.

The rain was pouring down.

Luo Hong turned his head slowly, and through the hazy rain, he saw Luo Xiaoxiao, whose eyes were red, with a gentle and doting smile on his face.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the old man standing in the rain.

Silence for a while.

grin.

It's like a cordial greeting from a new neighbor squatting on the street smoking dry cigarettes.

"The old man also came to kill our brothers and sisters?"

"May I ask..."

"What's the old man's name?"

Chapter 51 A Sword in Tsing Yi Can Stop Thousands of Armies

The old man had a boy holding an umbrella, and the heavy rain hit the umbrella, splashing misty water.

Hearing Luo Hong, who sat down in the rain curtain, asked with a smile like a flower.

The old man's ravine-filled face with a smile gradually became expressionless.

"Luo Rentu's son..."

Wen Tianxing looked at Luo Hong, did not respond, but looked deeply.

This son, really only rank nine?

Why at this moment Luo Hong's smiling face gave him an inexplicable palpitation.

He felt that it was best to kill this son at this moment, otherwise... In the future, this son will definitely become the crown prince's confidant.

Vaguely, on Luo Hong's body, he saw the Luo Rentu from back then.

That ordinary big man who looked like a farmer, holding a bloody hatchet, walked back step by step from among the corpses of five thousand armored barbarians.

Luo Feng was in a daze.

Looking at the messy and dilapidated courtyard after the battle, he didn't know what to say.

He saw the corpses of two seventh-rank martial artists, and with his eyesight, he also saw the dead body of Wei Wuxian in the main hall of the house.

Two seventh-rank martial arts cultivators, one seventh-rank Taoist cultivator...

Just like that, he died in Luo Hong's hands.

If it is said that Chen Tianxuan prepared for Luo Hong to deal with the three seventh ranks, then it is still in the past.

However, in fact, in Anping County, Chen Tianxuan didn't leave much behind. Luo Rentu took his children to retreat, hoping that the children would be safe and sound, and just wanted to be a mortal isolated from the rivers and lakes and temples.

Therefore, there is not much guardian force, otherwise, with the Black Armored Army under the command of Luo Rentu, who would dare to come and die?

There is only one Chen Tianxuan in the entire Anping County.

But that alone is enough.

Many second ranks did not dare to enter the city, they only dared to use their means outside the city to drag Chen Tianxuan as much as possible to buy time for the killers inside the city.

However, it seems that these rank-[-] killers... were all killed by Luo Hong alone!

As for the half-dead Zhao Donghan lying on the ground, Luo Feng still understood that the guard probably had no hope.

The entire Zhao Mansion fell into an eerie silence.

"elder brother!"

The cry of tearing the rain curtain broke the eerie silence.

Luo Xiaoxiao rushed into the rain.

Although she hated Luo Hong's storytelling that always moved her physically, Luo Hong was her only relative after all.

Mother died early, and father also mysteriously disappeared.

Luo Xiaoxin's only family member is Luo Hong.

The rain instantly washed Luo Xiaoxiao into a drenched chicken, and tears kept pouring out of the girl's eyes, mixing with the rain, making her look a bit pitiful and miserable.

The maidservant Hongxiu hurriedly opened an umbrella and followed behind.

Luo Hong didn't look at Wen Tianxing, but turned to look at Luo Xiaoxiao.

"It's fine."

"Don't cry."

Luo Hong smiled, and patted Luo Xiaoxiao's chubby cheek.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the hideous wounds on Luo Hong's body, and cried even more sadly.

Her grief is not only the injury of Luo Hong saving her, but also the sadness of being betrayed.

Zhao Yue is one of her few friends who can play with her, but now, he has framed her, and even wants to use her to frame and kill Luo Hong.

"Why are you crying? I have a brother. At worst, I will tell you a few more nice stories when I go back."

Luo Hong laughed.

"Half the world wants our brothers and sisters to die."

"Then our brothers and sisters will not die, and we will piss them off."

As Luo Hong said that, he actually burst out laughing.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at his brother who was laughing, and for some reason, laughed along with tears.

The old man looked at the pair of crazy siblings thoughtfully.

With his hands behind his back, under the umbrella held by the little boy, he left the Zhao residence holding the stove.

……

Steward Chen stood in the torrential rain in Tsing Yi.

Ruthless.

He raised his head, looked at the raindrops falling all over the sky, and dissipated the energy around him.

Let the raindrops wash over his face.

The huge white flood dragon roared to the sky and the ground, and there seemed to be thousands of sword auras growing like spring grass on the flat ground. The spears that shot like thunder were shattered, and the ice crystal arrows that melted with the sky and the earth were also broken by the sword aura.

Steward Chen lost a third of his hair.

On the cheeks washed by the torrential rain, the closed eyes suddenly opened.

Murderous intent surged in his eyes.

The palm was pressed down suddenly.

The bronze sword suspended all over the body suddenly split into four swords.

Towards the four directions of southeast, northwest, and shot away at high speed.

The four swords pierced into the ground.

boom! ! !

The sound like a landslide surrounds Anping County, like a huge mountain collapses and the Tongtian Building falls.

After that, the world was quiet.

Steward Chen put his hands behind his back, and a green shirt was clung to his body under the rain.

Taking a step forward, the ancient bronze sword flew towards him and landed at his feet. A puff of air rushed out of his body, and the rain evaporated. The green shirt seemed to be puffed up and fluttered continuously.

Chic and unrestrained, like a sword fairy sitting in the sky and looking at the world with a smile.

Yujian pierced through the sky like a shooting star.

It fell before the Zhao Mansion.

It happened that the child was holding an umbrella and the old man was walking slowly.

Chen Butler was carrying a rag, winding the ancient bronze sword bit by bit, and looked at the old man calmly.

"General Luo, you gave birth to a good son."

The old man said: "This is not a good thing."

Butler Chen curled his sword by himself.

"Unfortunately, I'm here to protect him this time." The old man shook his head, smiled, let the boy walk forward with an umbrella, and passed Butler Chen.

Steward Chen rolled up the sword, turned his back to the old man, and carried the ancient sword on his back.

"So, next time... is to kill my young master?"

Butler Chen said lightly.

The words fell, and the world was silent.

for a long time.

The old man's voice drifted over.

"It depends on the Luo family."

A little boy held an umbrella, and a little boy supported the old man, and his figure gradually disappeared into the rain.

……

Outside Anping County.

One after another black shadows broke through the torrential rain and swept across at high speed, as if they were probing the outcome of that terrifying battle.

Oriental yellow mud slope.