dude is so righteous

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In the peach blossom forest, Luo Hong's white shirt was stained with blood, making it look red and delicate.

He was lying on the ground, the sword energy in his body was running fast, fighting and recovering constantly, his spirit was tense to the extreme.

Having met the genius of the Golden Tent Royal Court seven times in a row, every time it was a hard fight, Luo Hong understood that he was assigned.

"Further up, it should be the palace of Jixia Academy... Probably, maybe, what I met was still from the Golden Tent Royal Court. There is only one genius left from the Golden Tent Royal Court, and I should be the one who was picked up by me." that."

"New hatred, old hatred."

Luo Hong grinned, and stood up leaning on the ground flood sword. He walked up the stone ladder, and the vitality of heaven and earth gathered. Soon, the injuries on his body recovered rapidly, and the meridians that were running excessively violent sword energy also recovered.

The cultivation base of the seventh-rank potential sword has been greatly improved, although there is still a gap from the sixth-rank, but... soon!

After all, he, Luo Hong, has practiced very shortly so far.

Fighting is indeed the best way to improve strength.

The stronger the strength, the more emboldened to do bad things.

Luo Hong carried the ancient sword on his back, raised his head, and watched the clouds and mists separate to the two sides, revealing a sloping stone path.

The top of the stone path is within easy reach of the palace.

As Luo Hong watched, he could vaguely see a fiery figure standing in front of the palace gate in the peach blossom forest in front of the palace.

Wanyan Riehuo stood there, with cold eyes, staring at the lower end of the stone path where the clouds and mists dispersed, feeling a bit dazed.

Dead, all dead.

The genius of the Golden Tent Royal Court who came to participate in the Jixia Academy's admissions assessment, was the only one left to die, Wanyan Liehuo.

The rest were all killed by Luo Hong!

When Wanyan Liehuo reached the top of the stone path and heard the news, he was completely stunned.

next moment.

Murderous intent filled the air, stirring on every bluestone in the last section of the stone path.

The anger soared to the sky, as if dyed half of the sky with fire.

On the stone path.

The murderous intent made Luo Hong startled, then he grinned, took out the human skin booklet, and wrote the name of Wanyan Riehuo.

"There are so many people who want to kill me, Luo Hong, how old are you?"

Luo Hong smiled lightly.

Then, he raised his hand and broke off a peach blossom branch beside the stone path.

He took out half of the mask from his pocket.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he smiled lightly.

Bearing the ancient sword, the robe stained with blood, stepping up the ladder.

In the battle of entering the palace, then, be less embarrassing and more powerful.

ps: Monday, ask for tickets!

Chapter 85 Cutting the Peach Blossoms

On the Daping on the mountainside of Dongshan.

The atmosphere was a little grim, mainly because of the low air pressure in Wanyan Chegu, which infected many people.

The cold murderous intent spread wantonly on the Daping.

Suddenly, Wanyan Chegu seemed to sense something, raised his head, and looked at the palace on the top of the mountain.

"He has reached the top and is about to enter the palace."

Wanyan Chegu stood up, glanced at Li Xiuyuan, and said.

"correct."

Li Xiuyuan was lying on his side under the peach blossom tree, holding another book of sages in his hand, he looked at it leisurely, and answered without raising his head.

Fighting continued on the stone path, blood flowed, and beside the stone path, everything could hardly disturb Li Xiuyuan's reading.

He likes peach blossom trees, and he also likes to read under the peach blossom trees.

Just like the woman he met under the peach blossom tree back then, he recited the sage's scriptures with her.

Therefore, every time he wanted to meditate, he would create a peach forest and let him immerse himself in it, as if the woman he was dreaming of was by his side, never far away.

Such a bland answer made Wanyan Chegu a little upset.

"In this case, can we go to watch the battle? If my guess is correct, the genius of my Golden Tent Royal Court has been encountering Luo Hong. It should be arranged by you, and Luo Hong's battle of entering the palace must be the same as the perfect match. Yan Liehuo, right?"

Wanyan Chegu said coldly.

Wanyan Chegu was very concerned about this battle, to the point that he couldn't calm down.

Wanyan Lihuo ranked No.30 on the Yellow List, so he has great confidence in Wanyan Lihuo.

However, this son of Luo Hong is really weird. He is obviously only an eighth-rank swordsman, so killing a sixth-rank Tuoba Bing is fine, but even a genius like Tuoba Gu who has reached the fifth rank in both archery and martial arts was killed. die.

It made him a little frightened, he was worried...Wanyan Riehuo might not be able to stop Luo Hong.

He was worried that Wanyan Riehuo's body would slip down on the stone path.

If this is the case, he will not be able to explain to his elder brother even when he goes back.

"So what?"

Li Xiuyuan was still lying on his side under the peach blossom tree, his unbundled hair was flying wildly, and a gust of breeze blew up a few peach blossoms.

"Anything in the world will eventually have a result, just wait."

"quickly."

Li Xiuyuan said lightly.

After that, I continued to read, and a gust of wind came from somewhere, and a few petals were brought along by the way.

Wanyan Chegu gritted his teeth, the scholar really deserves a beating.

But he couldn't beat it.

He had no choice but to retreat resentfully, sitting on the ground, staring at the palace on the top of the mountain.

……

"Sword... Sword Servant?"

Xiao Douhua is a little confused, she doesn't know anything about cultivation, the most important thing is, being the sword servant of the son who always likes murderers, she didn't know how many times she was murdered that day...

"Do you mean to be a maid?"

Xiao Douhua asked.

Butler Chen shook his head with a smile: "Of course not, the sword attendant serves... the sword."

"To be honest, your talent reminds me of an old friend. She is like you. Although she is good in the way of swordsmanship, she has a more special physique and is good at raising swords."

"Swords are the same as human beings, they need to be raised. If they are raised well, the sword's lethality will be more powerful."

"An ordinary cold iron sword, if properly cultivated, is no weaker than a thousand-forged sword."

Butler Chen said.

"Besides, with your temperament, it will take a long time to cultivate the true Mahayana swordsmanship. Even if you succeed, would you dare to kill someone?"

"You are born with a kind heart, so you are not suitable for practicing swords."

"However, to become a sword servant, one has to follow the sword master forever. This is a shackle and a fetter."

Xiao Douhua was startled.

Butler Chen didn't force anything, just put his hands behind his back, looked at the two carefree koi in the pond, and said slowly: "If you want to practice swords, I can teach you."

"If you want to become a sword servant, I can also help you."

"Two options, up to you."

"The choice you make must be based on your heart. The sword attendant is actually a human-shaped scabbard. If your heart is not pure, you can't raise any good swords."

Luo Xiaoxiao was confused and continued to eat fruit.

Hongxiu looked at Xiaodouhua, wondering what choice she would make.

for a long time.

Xiao Douhua exhaled.

"Senior Chen, I am willing to serve as a sword servant."

However, Xiao Douhua looked at Steward Chen, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and asked in a somewhat frightened, abrupt and curious tone: "Senior Chen, what about your old friend?"

After the words fell, there was silence by the lotus pond.

The white-haired Steward Chen stared blankly at the lotus in the pond, silent.

The setting sun in the sky is like blood, the cicadas are singing slowly, and the heat is gradually disappearing.

……

Above the palace.

On Dongshan Mountain, the clouds gradually dispersed, and a figure in white clothes stained with blood, with an ancient sword on his back, and a peach blossom branch in one hand, climbed step by step towards the palace on the top of the mountain.

In the last peach blossom grove in front of the palace, Wanyan Riehuo folded his hands on his chest, condescending, with awe-inspiring killing intent.

And outside the peach blossom forest.

There are one figure after another.

The young monk, who was as spotless as a white lotus coming out of mud, looked at the forest with peaceful eyes.

The unruly young man with two knives on his waist stared sharply at the last battlefield.

There is also a heroic girl with a three-sword box on her back, her eyes are burning.

This is the end point of the Bailian Stone Path. Those who can reach this place have basically stepped into Jixia Academy with half a foot, and those who can appear here are basically Tianjiao.

At this moment, many Tianjiao also knew about Luo Hong's record.

On the Bailian Stone Path, the genius of the King's Court of the Seven Kills Golden Tent...

It's so hot that it's shocking, it's like Luo Rentu back then.

"It's a little underestimating this kid..." The woman carrying the three-sword box stared and said.

The eighth rank kills the fifth rank, even when she is the eighth rank, she may not be able to do it...

This son of Luo Rentu seems to be a bit of a monster.

"Amitabha, the murderous intention is too heavy, the sky is angry and the people complain, if it is not for Wanyan Liehuo to stop, this last ladder, this little monk would like to persuade Lord Luo to devote his heart to the Buddha." The little monk with a spotless white robe said with a gentle smile.

The unruly young man with two knives glanced at the young monk, curled his lips and said, "Persuasion, do you use your fists to persuade? You Wangchuan Temple was trampled by the Luo family's iron cavalry back then, killing countless people. Every monk in the Xuankong Temple hates the Luo people." Tu, you also want Luo Hong to die."

"Amitabha, benefactor Xiao speaks carefully." The little monk folded his palms together and said.

A little Taoist priest in a Taoist robe smiled: "Wanyan Liehuo's strength is not bad, Huang Bang No. 30... is also considered a figure among the younger generation of the Golden Tent Royal Court, Luo Hong may be dangerous gone."

At this point in the words, the few Tianjiao in the dense forest did not say anything more.

The peach grove is full of chills, killing intent scattered wantonly, blowing all the peach petals in the forest flying around.

The sound of small footsteps faded away.

Far away in the sky, the setting sun tore through the clouds, pierced through the cover of misty clouds, and sprinkled like fire on the last stone staircase.

Luo Hong carried the ancient sword Dijiao on his back, held a peach blossom branch in his hand, and carried half a strange mask, and stepped into the last peach blossom forest.

Wanyan Liehuo looked over, his thunderous eyes fell on Luo Hong.

Looking at the bright red blood on Luo Hong's white robe, Wanyan Lihuo did not hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

Boom!

There is not too much nonsense, and there is no chatter before the war.