My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

The rain is getting heavier.

The whole world seemed to be enveloped by this torrential rain.

Depressed, dull, feeling the wailing of God.

Zhao Mansion.

Luo Hong dressed in blood-stained white clothes, wore a mask, and held a sword in one hand. He stepped out of the main hall of the Zhao Mansion step by step, stepped on the blue stone ladder, and instantly felt like stepping into a waterfall, drenched in rain.

Zhao Donghan was lying on the floor of the atrium overflowing with a layer of rain, his eyes were dimmed.

The blood continued to flow, turning the water in front of his eyes into the color of blood. He still kept his eyes open, but his eyes were spinning and confused.

He watched the white-clothed young master step into the rainstorm, and he was both moved and sad.

Young master is such a good person, why does half the world want to kill him?

Seventh-rank martial arts, placed in the ordinary army, are all at the rank of a thousand commanders, but they are sent to kill young masters who have only practiced for a few days.

This is not giving a way out.

Seeing Luo Hong walking in the rain, with firm steps, Zhao Donghan felt more and more uncomfortable.

Young Master... is really too benevolent.

At this time, it is time to give up on him and run away directly.

It is safest to flee back to Luo Mansion with Steward Chen guarding her.

Quick... run away!

Zhao Donghan lay on the ground, shouting with all his strength.

However, the sound was washed away by the torrential rain before it could travel too far.

The two seventh-rank martial arts cultivators looked serious.

Wei Wuxian died.

The Daoists of Longhu Mountain are not weak in cultivation, and they are skilled in Rune Armor. Even if the two of them work together, they will suffer a lot.

However, Luo Hong cut off the head of such a noble Taoist cultivator and threw it out like a kick.

The two looked at each other, seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

It's not that Luo Rentu lived in seclusion in a small town and planned to live an ordinary life, so neither his son nor his daughter ever practiced spiritual practice.

But Luo Hong in front of him doesn't look like a mortal at all.

It is definitely not easy to kill Wei Wuxian.

kill!

The two seventh-rank martial artists roared, and with their deep voices, the shaking rain exploded.

The energy and blood on their bodies seemed to turn into small snakes wrapped around their bodies, stepping on them with one step, splashed three feet of rainwater.

Now that Wei Wuxian is dead, they need to complete the task of killing Luo Hong.

It took so much effort to set up such a game.

Even dispatching four second ranks to involve Hualongjian, if Luo Hong cannot be killed, then the world will laugh at it.

It doesn't matter if Wei Wuxian is dead, then they are afraid that they will be nailed to the pillar of shame!

boom!

The two blood-colored figures leaned forward and took a step, leaning forward, smashing the falling raindrops, and each stepped on both sides with pleasing steps, leaving behind ghostly shadows, approaching Luo Hong.

The bowl-sized fist raised and aimed at Luo Hong's masked head.

A punch from a rank seven martial artist might smash Luo Hong's head in an instant.

Luo Hong stood there calmly.

Rainwater continuously flowed down the mask.

The already gray color of the world changed, and it became darker and darker. Endless whimpers and endless darkness, like huge waves rising from the vast sea, wanted to engulf Luo Hong's mind.

Putting on the evil king's mask, Luo Hong felt a powerful force.

Indescribably powerful.

The hurricane roared, it was the terrifying pressure of the two approaching seventh-rank martial artists.

The corners of Luo Hong's mouth raised a smile that was as curved as the mask, and he suddenly became evil.

This smile made the hearts of the two approaching seventh-rank martial artists tremble, and they felt a creepy chill, and an indescribable evil.

Luo Hong leaned on the sword in one hand and raised the other, covering half of his unmasked face.

Ha ha ha ha……

A muffled laugh, but a laugh without the slightest hint of a smile,

It came from Luo Hong's mouth.

Pretending to be a ghost! Die!

The two Qipin drinks coldly.

Murderous intent revealed!

The world laughs at me for being crazy, and I laugh at the world...all stupid.

His eyes were suddenly sharp, and the corners of Luo Hong's mouth turned up strangely, and said.

boom!

Two huge fists with the mouth of a bowl smashed down, and the accumulated water on the ground exploded into two seven-foot-high water rings. The water rings collided, like two large water vats colliding together, and the eardrums of people were shocked by the explosion.

However, the white robe wearing the mask has disappeared in place.

The two seventh-rank martial arts practitioners were startled, and felt palpitations.

But he heard the sound of the sword groaning, a long sword cut through water droplets, chopped the exploded water ring, and slashed towards the neck arteries of the two.

The sharpness brought by the sword edge made the continuous blood of the two seventh-rank martial artists feel a little cold.

The two reacted extremely quickly, turned their palms back suddenly, and then pushed forward vigorously.

Push the tip of the sword away.

Luo Hong's white clothes were rolled up like a frightened bird. While spinning, he threw off countless raindrops. His toes touched the surface of the water, and he kept retreating, creating a gully on the rain-soaked ground.

Luo Hong, who was wearing a mask, kept a gentle smile all the time, but the evil spirit in the smile made people seem to go crazy.

The eyes under the mask, see the world is gray, but it is also the clearest.

Half the world wants to kill me?

The corners of Luo Hong's lips were slightly raised under the mask of the evil king.

Then why not kill him half the world?

Laughed lightly.

Luo Hong's eyes turned to the rolling white flood dragon in the city, and the world was eclipsed at this moment.

Good swordsmanship.

Luo Hong praised.

After wearing the evil king's mask, his six senses, strength, speed, and consciousness have all been greatly enhanced.

That white dragon's sword made the brilliance flow in his gray eyes.

This kid...is really weird!

Quick battle!

Compared with the hearty hand-to-hand fight with Zhao Donghan, Luo Hong wearing the mask of the evil king is too weird.

Although the swordsmanship is only at the ninth rank, it puts more pressure on Zhao Donghan who has swallowed the violent blood pill and reached the seventh rank.

Plus Wei Wuxian's head that was slapped and rolled by the rain.

A little bit of anxiety and uneasiness appeared in their hearts.

The evil king Luo Hong, who was wearing a mask, held his sword and stood there, tilting his head, as if he was thinking about something.

He swung his sword from time to time, as if imitating some sword moves.

The two seventh-rank martial artists looked at each other, feeling strange, When fighting, do you think about swordsmanship?

Deliberately, or courting death?

The eyes of the two were fierce.

No matter how.

Kill him, then you can go back and hand in the mission.

The two looked at each other, the murderous intent was so strong that the raindrops in the sky and the earth stopped for a while.

boom!

The two of them were dressed in energy and blood, and charged again.

However……

Luo Hong, wearing the mask of the evil king, with white clothes and silver hair in the rain, is still trying his sword.

The two seventh-rank martial artists are getting closer and closer.

Three feet, two feet, one foot...

Suddenly.

Luo Hong raised his hand and lifted it up slowly.

come out.

Tangle.

The faint voice carried the irritability that the world would not bother me.

The two seventh-rank martial artists who were approaching with the blood of the sky felt their bodies froze.

Roar!

Like a beast roaring.

Above their heads did not know when a burly figure as black as ink appeared.

The evil spirit is rolling, the breath is escaping, and he is not a weak seventh-rank martial artist!

Di Shanxieying, who was originally at the eighth rank, has vaguely reached the seventh rank with the enhancement of the evil king's mask.

Boom!

Like a mountain falling down.

The two seventh ranks punched out each other, and collided with the fists of Di Shanxieying who descended from the sky.

Di Shanxieying was smashed to pieces immediately!

However, it recovered again in an instant, and the big black hand, while the two seventh-ranks were stunned, held down their faces and smashed them to the ground, like a huge stone thrown into a lake, causing a shocking splash.

Hu Zhishui's evil shadow was in the distance, staring at him with a gloomy look.

The cane fell sharply.

One after another, black shadow crutches grew out on the ground, like sharp spears.

Under the mask of the evil king, Hu Zhishui's evil shadow also became stronger!

Pooh!

The two seventh-ranks who were pressed to the ground were stabbed by the crutches that grew out of the ground.

However, they were physically strong, but the crutches didn't pierce their bodies, but only pierced a bloody hole.

The two rank-7s were furious and smashed Di Shanxieying to death again. One of them was like a tiger pounced, approaching instantly, and a whip leg blasted Hu Zhishui Xieying who couldn't dodge it.

However, Di Shan Xie Ying and Hu Zhi Shui Xie Ying quickly took shape again in the distance.

Immortal.

Evil cultivator!

The two seventh-rank martial artists were bleeding from holes in their bodies. They stared at Luo Hong, who was dressed in white in the heavy rain, and said in disbelief.

A model of justice in Anping County, the heir of General Luo...

It was an evil cultivator!

Who would believe this? !

Wearing the mask of the evil king, Luo Hong, who was thinking about sword moves, suddenly smiled.

The eyes under the mask turned and landed on the two seventh-rank martial artists.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, revealing an evil arc.

I understand.

Afterwards, Luo Hong held the sword in his backhand and laughed loudly at the world full of heavy rain.

The sword in his hand was thrown out suddenly!

The sword energy gushes out.

a sword.

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!

Pooh!

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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