My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Zi Wei and Fang Zheng from Dali Temple had very ugly faces.

They have been guarding against Xie Chong all the time, but they never expected that Xie Chong's actions would be silent...

Evil? How could it be evil?!

Zhao Donghan's eyes were even redder, and his whole body was cold.

He had heard of the name of evil spirits for a long time, and seeing the tragic situation of the entire Heiyun Village, Zhao Donghan seemed to have predicted the tragic situation of the young master.

Once the evil erupts, there will be absolutely no survivors left behind.

Those evil cultivators' distorted personalities and ruthless methods cannot be overcome by common sense.

The three quickly jumped down from the earth building and entered the Heiyun Village. The pungent bloody pavement came, but they didn't care about it.

It stands to reason that Di Yun, the owner of Heiyun Village, is a martial artist of the eighth-rank Iron Bone Realm. Even if it is an evil spirit, it is impossible to kill him quietly.

Fangzheng analyzed with a cold face.

Ziwei and Zhao Donghan ignored him, making Fangzheng feel a little embarrassed.

The figures of the three flew across at high speed, and they kept running towards the stockade. The corpses one after another made their hearts sink deeper and deeper into the bottom of the valley.

The creator of this evil spirit is really cruel.

And Zhao Donghan was almost on the verge of going crazy, feeling that every step he took was suffering.

If something happens to the young master... how should I explain to the lord? I am a sinner! A sinner of Luofu!

Zhao Donghan blamed himself extremely.

He should have taken the Broken Blood Pill earlier and wiped out the Heiyun Village directly. Even if there are evil spirits hiding in them, they will be exposed early, and the young master will be fine.

Snapped!

Zhao Donghan slapped himself suddenly, his cheeks were swollen.

Moonlight is cold.

In the entire Heiyun village, the wind is still howling.

The flames in the brazier had been extinguished by the Yin wind, and a piercing chill spread.

The blood reflected the moonlight, making the whole cottage extremely strange.

The three of Zhao Donghan soon came to the party space in the cottage.

The corpses were piled up one after another, and the smell of blood hit the nasal cavity.

Zhao Donghan's eyes shrank, and he saw Di Shan who was sitting on the tiger leather chair immediately with Heng Dao.

It's just that Di Shan was beheaded, even if he died, his energy and blood as an eighth-rank Iron Bone Realm martial artist was still strong.

Eighth-rank martial artist Di Shan... is dead.

Silent death, it seems that there are two possibilities for the creator of this evil spirit, one is an eighth-rank evil cultivator, and has been planning for many days... The other is a seventh-rank evil cultivator, but no matter which one, Luohong Young masters are all bad and good.

The massacres around Anping County may also be the work of this evil spirit.

Fangzheng and Ziwei also saw Di Shan's body on the tiger-skin chair, and felt a little bit embarrassed for a moment.

There are new clues in the case of the evil massacre of the village, but...they are not happy.

Young master!

Suddenly, Zhao Donghan let out a low growl.

Ziwei and Fangzheng's minds immediately turned away from Di Shan's body.

After seeing this, he was dumbfounded.

The death of an eighth-rank martial artist caught their attention, but they didn't see a figure sitting in a daze looking at a token amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

That figure... the white shirt was stained with blood, and his complexion was pale.

Under the light of the moonlight, the uncontrollable Zhengyang energy on the other party's body steamed up, as if echoing the moonlight, shining radiantly, as if...

Holding a black token in his hand, the figure seemed to hear the shout, and turned his head slowly. A familiar and tired face jumped into the eyes of Ziwei, Fangzheng, and Zhao Donghan.

It was Luo Hong.

Luo Hong saw a familiar figure, with a smile on his pale and bloodless face.

Under the enveloping positive yang energy, his relieved smile was like a spring breeze, like the warm sun in winter,

It actually dispelled the gloomy energy in the Heiyun village.

Fangzheng and Ziwei were stunned.

Young Master Luohong... is still stubbornly alive!

Zhao Donghan's eyes turned red in an instant, and he galloped out with a whistling speed.

Boom!

Kneeling on one knee, she slid directly in front of Luo Hong.

Young master! The subordinate is late!

Zhao Donghan looked at Luo Hong with wounds all over his body, the scars on his face trembling, and he blamed himself very much. He was grateful, annoyed, and even more afraid.

If the young master dies, what should he do?

However, at the same time, infinite shock welled up in his heart.

Zhao Donghan looked at the sword marks cut out from the ground around him, and the undissipated sword energy in the air...

Can imagine how tragic the battle broke out here before!

Luo Hong endured the severe pain and his head that was almost fainting. When he saw Ziwei, Fangzheng and Zhao Donghan, he understood that they were safe, and he couldn't help but relax.

Ziwei covered her mouth, Fangzheng's dull face showed uncontrollable shock.

They saw the corpse of the evil man, whose head had been blown off. Judging from the distorted delicate body, it was a woman.

This battle...is too brutal.

They have been able to imagine a thrilling and brutal battle.

At the juncture of life and death, Luo Hong fought a bloody battle with the evil spirits, and finally achieved the anti-killing.

What a domineering sword energy...

Fangzheng took out the copper coin sword, felt the remaining sword energy in the air, and took a deep breath.

It's no wonder that Mr. Luohong survived, it turned out that he got the inheritance from his predecessor...

It's no wonder that Mr. Luohong dared to enter Heiyun village alone. He is indeed chivalrous and courageous. He is worthy of being an example of justice in Anping County!

Fang Zheng sighed, put away the copper coin sword, and bowed his hands to Luo Hong with respect on his dull face.

Luo Hong was exhausted at this moment, and he used great willpower to resist fainting.

I heard Fang Zheng chattering a lot.

I vaguely heard adjectives such as chivalrous and righteous, righteousness beyond the sky, and example of justice.

For a moment, Luo Hong was short of breath and had a bad feeling.

He stared at Fang Zheng.

you……

Luo Hong opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak, and his mind suffered a severe shock.

It was dark in front of my eyes, and I finally couldn't bear it anymore, and passed out directly.

Luo Hong, who hadn't fainted in the bloody battle with the evil woman, fainted at this moment.

Luo Hong's dizziness immediately caused a burst of exclamation.

Ziwei glared at Fangzheng, and Zhao Donghan showed a fierce look.

Fangzheng's face became more and more dull, and he faintly doubted his life.

What am I doing?

I just praised Mr. Luohong...

what? Can't boast?

Zhao Donghong's eyes were full of anxiety, and he didn't bother to pay attention to Fang Zheng. He hugged Luo Hong horizontally and ran towards Anping County at high speed.

...

Holding Luo Hong in his arms, Zhao Donghan ran from Heiyunzhai back to Anping County in one breath.

As an eighth-rank martial artist, his powerful blood and physical strength made him tireless.

The soldiers guarding the city, frightened by Zhao Donghan's aura, blocked the door and refused to let them in.

Ziwei and Fangzheng floated up afterward, took out the tokens, and Fang asked the soldiers to open the city gate.

The two soldiers saw Luo Hong fainting in Zhao Donghan's arms, saw the dense wounds on Luo Hong's body, and the blood-stained white shirt, and immediately gasped.

With a dull face, Fang appeared quietly behind the two soldiers.

Don't spread the word about what you saw tonight.

The two guards were shocked, and hurriedly waved their hands, saying they didn't dare.

Fangzheng is the envoy of Dali Temple, how dare they provoke him.

My lord...what happened?

A soldier couldn't help being curious.

Looking at Luo Hong's appearance, could it be that Mr. Luohong suffered inhuman abuse in Heiyun Village?

Is Mr. Luohong innocent? !

The fire of gossip in their hearts is blazing.

Fang Zheng didn't want to say it.

But I'm afraid that some bad rumors about Mr. Luohong will spread in Anping County tomorrow.

So after thinking about it, Fangzheng looked at the two soldiers dullly and solemnly.

From tonight, there will be no more Heiyun village in the world.

With his hands behind his back, Fangzheng looked at the slightly pale Dongfang, a look of deep emotion appeared on his dull face.

Young Master Luohong...too strong.

Words fell.

Fangzheng walked away with the wind blowing under his feet.

The two soldiers in front of the city gate of Tuliu looked at each other, speculating on Fang Zheng's words.

The more I think about it... the more shocked I feel.

Young Master Luohong... destroying the bandit village by himself? !