dude is so righteous

The blade of the sword cuts the rain, and the air evaporates.

Two swords.

When the sword draws an arc, the light leaves a trace.

Three swords.

Jianmang swims like a snake.

Four swords.

The sword energy soars to the sky, and the magic dragon becomes.

A small black flood dragon, although only three or four points similar to the white flood dragon in Anping County, but it provoked the two seventh-rank martial arts practitioners, and made the hair stand on end!

puff!

Luo Hong swung the sword, the long sword in his hand broke inch by inch, and the black flood dragon flew out, washing over the bodies of the two seventh-rank martial artists in an instant. driven to distraction.

The black dragon exploded quickly, turning into sword energy and disappearing in the world.

Luo Hong, who was wearing a mask, pouted and spat in the rain.

"Tch, there's only half a mask."

"Stealing a teacher and learning four different things."

However, soon, like a dragonfly on his toes, he appeared in front of a distraught seventh-rank martial artist.

The evil bead emerged and instantly turned into a black dagger.

He gave the seventh-rank martial artist a gentle and refined smile.

After that, he jumped up and plunged into the neck of this seventh-rank martial artist who had vented all his energy and blood.

Dive in, pull out.

Plug in again, pull out again!

One slash, another slash, and another slash.

The knife pierced the neck.

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Chapter 50 老伯，姓甚名啥

Puff, puff!

The muffled sound of knives piercing flesh overwhelmed the roar of the torrential rain.

The atrium of Zhao Mansion.

The seventh-rank martial artist who was stabbed countless times by Luo Hong was already icy cold, and blood sprayed out from the wound on his neck like a fountain.

The seventh rank martial artist stared in disbelief at the masked, elegant and easy-going Luo Hong.

"You...you are...a demon..."

puff!

Luo Hong's white clothes were stained with blood, and under the mask, there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

The evil bead changed and turned into a black long sword, which suddenly wiped away.

The head of this seventh-rank martial artist shot up into the sky, and his body and head were separated.

Only the burly body was left, and it fell straight, splashing more than two feet of water.

In an instant, the atrium became extremely quiet.

The only sound left was the continuous clatter of torrential rain.

Luo Hong was dressed in white, with silver hair all over his head, holding a black Shazhu sword, humming a little tune.

The remaining seventh-rank martial artist stared at Luo Hong's back, only feeling a chill creeping up his heart, this son... is too evil.

A seventh-rank person died, and was stabbed to death by Luo Hong with a single knife.

This son is the son of Luo Rentu, and indeed has Luo Rentu's ferocity!

escape? !

This Qipin had this kind of thought in his heart at the moment.

But... where can I escape?

It would be fine if the task was completed, but if the task is not completed at this moment, I am afraid that even this Anping County will not be able to leave.

Therefore, he felt that for the sake of the current plan, he had to fight for survival.

Luo Hong turned around leisurely, his white clothes were fluttering a bit in the rainstorm, the rain kept falling down his cheeks, and the corners of Luo Hong's mouth hung with the same evil arc as the corners of the mask's mouth.

Looking at the seventh-rank martial artist whose eyes gradually emerged with ferocity, he couldn't help but sneered.

He raised his hand and hung it over the seventh-rank martial artist whose head had been beheaded.

It seemed to be grabbing something faintly, and slowly pulled it up.

"stand up."

Luo Hong was wearing a mask, as if singing strangely, said.

The corpse that was hit by the rainstorm suddenly moved slightly, and a shadow under the dim light squirmed slowly...

In the next moment, the seventh-rank martial artist, who had the intention of fighting, appeared like falling into an ice cave.

The companion's body squirmed for a while, and then, the shadow separated and got up from the ground.

His companion turned into an evil shadow!

The shadow seemed to have turned into the most terrifying cage, and the undead were crying in it.

The evil shadow of the seventh rank.

Luo Hong laughed lightly.

Raising the Shazhu sword, he pointed at the still alive seventh-rank martial artist.

Bang!

The water exploded.

The seventh-rank evil shadow rushed out instantly.

Under the inconceivable gaze of the living seventh-rank martial artist, surging energy and blood rolled out, and he punched out.

He smashed that rank seven martial artist to the ground, his head collided with the ground, splashing water.

The seventh-rank martial artist at the end of his strength, and the seventh-rank evil shadow whose state is getting higher and higher.

There is no suspense about the outcome of the battle.

Xie Ying grabbed the seventh-rank martial artist's head with his big hand, and lifted him up, the blood was washed away by the rain.

Luo Hong was wearing a mask, humming a ditty, and swinging the Shazhu sword, looking like a street dandy, but also like a bohemian undead monarch.

Fear appeared in the eyes of this seventh-rank martial artist.

The elegant and easy-going smile on Luo Hong's face was like the sunshine brother from the next door.

That gentle smile calmed down the heart of the seventh rank martial artist.

However, the next moment.

With the Shazhu sword in Luo Hong's hand, it touched the neck of a seventh-rank martial artist.

With a gentle smile, wipe it off slowly.

Blood sprayed all over Luo Hong's face, and onto the mask of the evil evil king.

Luo Hong stretched out his finger and hooked it, and summoned the evil shadow again.

The two seventh-rank martial artists who died turned into the evil shadow of Luo Hong...

"I'm going to kill you soon. I forgot to ask your names. If that's the case, I'll call you Xie [-] and Xie [-]."

Luo Hong said with a smile.

The words fall.

Di Shan's evil shadow, Hu Zhishui's evil shadow, the evil one and the two disappeared one after another.

Luo Hong suddenly raised his hand, pressed the mask, and slowly took it off.

In an instant, exhaustion like a tidal wave swept over his body, Luo Hong sat down on the ground, his silver hair turned black again.

In the atrium of the Zhao Mansion, the corpses of two seventh-rank martial cultivators exuded powerful blood.

Luo Hong was gasping for breath, his eyes were wide and bloodshot, and he was a little depressed.

This may be the sequelae of the evil king's mask.

……

Zhao Mansion, backyard, wing room.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the ground full of corpses in horror.

In front of her, a servant girl stood quietly. The servant girl who had not told her a new story and gave her the board, at this moment, turned into a female Shura and killed many people.

This is a plump maidservant with a cold face and a short knife in her hand, with a cold light.

"Miss, don't worry."

"The enemy has been killed."

The maid looked back and gave Luo Xiaoxiao a smile.

However, Luo Xiaoxiao was still terrified. She was just a little girl after all. Although she was a little headstrong, she had never seen such a cruel scene.

Her face was pale and she couldn't stop shaking.

"Miss, the Zhao family colluded with outsiders, using the young lady to threaten the young master, and let the young master enter the Zhao residence, intending to murder the young master and young lady."

said the maid.

Luo Xiaoxiao's terrified eyes regained a little light.

"my brother?"

After that, he seemed to think of something, and panicked: "Tell my brother not to come, it's too dangerous here!"

Luo Xiaoxiao shouted.

The maidservant's eyes became more and more gentle: "Unfortunately, the young master should have already entered Zhao's residence."

"Hongxiu, you are so powerful, you can definitely save my brother!"

Luo Xiaoxiao was becoming more and more frightened at this moment.

Her father disappeared, and if her brother died again, then she, Luo Xiaoxiao, would have no relatives in this world.

She doesn't want to be without relatives, she doesn't want to be alone.

The maid named Hongxiu nodded, took Luo Xiaoxiao's little hand with her big hand, walked across the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and walked out of the wing.

……

The gate of Zhao's mansion.

Luo Feng was wearing the uniform of Dali Temple, which was watered by the rain and stuck to his body.

Behind him, Ziwei and Fangzheng stood quietly.

Their faces were serious, and they could smell the thick blood wafting out of the Zhao residence.

However, Luo Feng did not enter the mansion immediately, but turned his head to look into the distance.

There, in the rain.

An old man came slowly, a child held an umbrella, and a child supported him, taking his time.

The two sides met in front of the Zhao family.

The old man nodded and smiled, and then continued to go to the mansion.