dude is so righteous

Luo Hong walked up to the Confucian scholar, but the Confucian scholar was happy and fearless, with his back straight.

There was a sneer, contempt, and arrogance of a scholar between his eyebrows and eyes.

For the extremely famous Luo Hong, many Confucian scholars are actually not familiar with it. What these scholars hope most is to spread their fame far and wide.

Literati are naturally relatives, so they are naturally jealous of Luo Hong, who has an excellent reputation.

What is elegant and easy-going, what is an example of justice?

The better you praised at the beginning, the harder you scold now!

"My son... should be killed?"

The Confucian scholar turned his head and looked at Luo Hong, "Yes, you murderous devil! You should be killed!"

"If you still have humanity, you should commit suicide to the Zhao Mansion and apologize for the hundreds of people who died in the Zhao Mansion!"

The more Confucian scholars talked, the more excited they became.

He stood at the highest point of morality, overlooking Luo Hong, suppressing the righteous example of Anping County, he... so cool!

"Apologize?"

Luo Hong smiled.

"Sure enough, useless is a scholar."

"Have you ever heard a saying that if you don't know the suffering of others, don't persuade them to be kind?"

Luo Hong raised his hand, facing Zhao Donghan, who was standing on the stairs, as tall as a hill.

The knife on Zhao Donghan's waist trembled suddenly.

Wisps of sword energy wrapped around it, and the knife was pulled out from the air.

The knife exploded and fell into Luo Hong's hands.

Holding the handle of the knife, Luo Hong tilted his head, and glanced disdainfully at the bustling heads and the indignant crowd.

The corner of his mouth curled slightly.

Fuck you, tell the truth and tell the truth.

He looked at the Confucian scholar.

"Apologize, right?"

The Confucian scholar's expression changed slightly, and he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

"You... what are you doing?!"

Luo Hong had a gentle smile on his face.

The sharp and cold knife rested on the Confucian scholar's neck.

Like painting a freehand landscape, a knife is like splashing ink.

Wipe slowly.

The Confucian scholar covered his neck and widened his eyes.

Blood gushed out from between the fingers.

The whole Long Street.

For a moment, there was silence.

ps: Monday, looking for fresh recommendation tickets~

Chapter 56 The world slanders me, bullies me, humiliates me, and despises me...

The knife is a wolf's hair, and the blood is ink.

Floating across it is like splashing ink on a landscape painting.

The Confucian scholar who stood up and scolded Luo Hong covered his neck in disbelief, and soon collapsed on the ground, with regret and unwillingness in his eyes, which gradually lost their luster.

The long street was stained with blood, and the entire street outside Luo's mansion was extremely silent for an instant. Those clamoring mobs, Confucian scholars, etc., all seemed to be strangled by someone. They never thought that Luo Hong would dare to stand on the street. Assault!

One must know that Luo Hong massacred the Zhao Mansion in the middle of the night during the rainstorm, no one saw him, and everyone spread rumors based on the rumors.

However, at this moment, Luo Hong killed the Confucian scholar with his own hands, but it was under the watchful eyes of everyone.

This is tantamount to being undisguised, clearly showing his identity as a murderer.

There are so many of them, this Luo Hong...how dare? !

How dare he!

There was silence for a while, and the next moment, a shrill voice tore the silence.

"Luo thief! How dare you?! Brother Zhang is known as a scholar! How dare you!"

The Confucian scholars were completely blown up. The knife in Luo Hong's hand directly killed one person, which made them feel cold. They underestimated Luo Hong's ruthlessness.

In fact, many people are not sure whether Zhao Mansion was slaughtered by Luo Hong.

They were just spreading rumors, like these Confucian scholars, they were all arranged by the Zhou family.

However, at this moment, they somewhat believed that maybe... the Zhao family was really slaughtered by Luo Hong!

That's why Luo Hongcai was very calm about killing people, so he dared to commit murder in the street!

Some people have already started to coax.

Luo Hong's cowardice at the beginning fueled their arrogance.

However, when Luo Hong showed his wicked side, they didn't dare to be arrogant anymore.

Looking at Luo Hong, who was dressed in white, holding a long knife, the blood-stained tip of the knife touched the ground, dragging slowly, the harsh sound of the blade and the ground made every scholar and scholar feel goose bumps.

They originally wanted to use the name of Mr. Luohong to make Anping County famous, but they didn't expect that Luo Hong would draw his sword if he disagreed.

Luo Hong looked very calm.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, with a bit of evil charm.

Looking at the frightened Confucian scholars and scholars who began to panic, they laughed a little.

"The world slanders me, bullies me, humiliates me, despises me, despises me..."

Luo Hong dragged the knife and laughed loudly: "I'll cut them all!"

His hands trembled like a scholar: "It's an insult to gentleness!"

Listening to the first half of the sentence, there is quite a sense of Zen, but the second half completely destroys the atmosphere, but it fully expresses Luo Hong's arrogance and ferocity.

Luo Hong's face darkened.

"My son is not a good person."

Luo Hong's white clothes fluttered, and his body bowed slightly.

Then, with a heavy step, his body seemed to fly by.

The knife in his hand turned into a deadly demon in an instant, and as he swept across it, bright red blood would shoot out.

The swordsmen of the eighth grade waterfall sword, even with a knife, are not comparable to these ordinary Confucian scholars.

After all, there are thousands of Confucian scholars in the world, but there are very few who can truly cultivate righteousness.

There are too many temptations in the world, and it is too difficult to resist the temptation and gain a foothold in the world with integrity.

Blood stained the long street red.

Confucian scholars fell one after another.

One, five, ten...

When Luo Hong swung his knife, he showed no mercy. The cursing and articles written by these people won Luo Hong's killing intent.

If Luo Hong didn't kill him, he would be sorry for the splendid articles they wrote.

The people who joined in the fun were petrified.

Dead, and more than one.

The mob hiding in the crowd had fierce eyes flashing in their eyes.

"Luo Hong is insane! This murderous devil is insane! He wants to kill us all! Let's fight together, to eliminate demons and defend the way!"

A mob roared.

Coupled with the halo of blood, many people's hearts suddenly turned violent.

"We have so many people, he can't kill him!"

"Rush up, throw him down, kill him!"

"Slaughtered the Zhao family, and now, he wants to kill us... This person is too murderous!"

The roar of the mob aroused the emotions of the people.

These mobs were originally local hooligans brought by Patriarch Wang. Although they were also afraid, they were even more excited because of the large number of people.

The originally hidden mob rushed out of the crowd and was the first to arouse public outrage.

Dozens of people clenched their fists and frantically rushed towards Luo Hong who wiped off the neck of a Confucian scholar.

The momentum is indeed not weak, it is shocking.

For ordinary people, it is simply impossible for one to fight dozens of people.

For these mortals who have never been in contact with practitioners, they have touched the limit of imagination, so they dare to charge like this, this is the so-called ignorance without fear.

On the stone stairs of Luofu, Zhao Donghan glared for a moment, and wanted to move to stop him.

However, Luo Hong leaned on the knife and waved to him with a smile.

Luo Hong's white shirt fluttered.

The sword energy in the meridians in the body began to circulate continuously, and the sword energy of the eighth-grade Waterfall Sword frantically poured into the long knife in his hand.

hum...

The blade trembled uncontrollably.

Long Street... it's windy.

After accumulating ten sword qi, there is still power left.

Luo Hong accumulated sword energy for eighteen consecutive times, and did not continue.

Hold the knife with one hand.

Facing the swooping mob, Luo Hong twitched his mouth.

Facing the dozens of mobs running wildly, he swung his arm in an arc, and swung his knife forward lightly.

The knife turned into a sword.

The invisible sword energy turned into a phantom of the sword gang and ravaged the long street.

The rushing mob stopped their bodies, with disbelief in their eyes.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

Then, from Luo Hong's feet, a sword mark spread, spreading all the way, like opening a canal.

Some mobs were split in half, blood and flesh spilled all over the ground.

Some had their arms chopped off and cried out terribly.

Some were so frightened by the sword-like knife that they peed on their pants.

The scene was a mess.

Those scholars and scholars who still wanted to scold and scold, their eyes were lost, and they knelt on the ground with a powerless "plop".

Looking at the broken ditches cut on the bluestone long street, I lost my soul.

The people who joined the fun were so frightened that they didn't even have the courage to turn around and run away. They all knelt on the ground and kowtowed uncontrollably.

When Luo Hong was weak and did not respond, they could spit and curse.

However, when Luo Hong turned into a villain and killed dozens of people with one sword, they didn't dare to scold him anymore.