My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

The torrential rain roared down like a waterfall.

The sky and the earth are like a giant dragon neighing, resounding throughout the area, surrounded by a thick sound that is difficult to eliminate.

Ghetto, Gopher Street.

Luo Hong walked out of the pork shop, his plain voice overwhelmed the rumble of the heavy rain between heaven and earth, making the novice monk in tattered robes who stood up from the roof laugh incomparably funny.

You can form an army with one person? You said you can form an army with one person?

The poor monk practiced this technique, dug seven or eight mass graves, dug up so many graves, and opened so many coffins! You are a righteous young master, a swordsman who cultivates sword spirit, why do you say you can do it? ? Do you think you are the Great Immortal Master of Kunlun Palace who can turn beans into soldiers?!

The novice laughed mockingly on the roof.

For Luo Hong's words, there was endless ridicule.

Controlling 1,872 walking corpses, he alone is worth an army of 1,000 people. This is what he is most proud of.

However, the ignorant young master in front of him actually wants to compete with him in one of the things he is most proud of.

You are a swordsman, why? !

Luo Hong's face was as usual, even though he was insulted by the novice monk, his expression did not change much.

He walked out step by step, and walked to the side of Zhao Donghan who was drenched by the rainstorm.

Zhao Donghan was a little bit exhausted, his Qi and blood were exhausted, and he was so sleepy that he wanted to take a nap.

My son...

Zhao Donghan raised his head, the rain blinded his eyes again, looking at the white clothes walking in the torrential rain, Zhao Donghan felt that this scene seemed familiar.

Luo Hong smiled and said nothing.

Patted Zhao Donghan on the shoulder.

Afterwards, he took over from Zhao Donghan the long knife that chopped up many corpses but was still sharp.

Luo Hong felt that this knife was extremely useful.

This is Zhao Donghan's personal knife, and now Luo Hong has temporarily requisitioned it.

The point of the knife touched the ground, and Luo Hong leaned on the knife and was completely soaked by the heavy rain.

Hair sticks to his cheeks, and the rain washes against his skin on his forehead.

He stared at the novice, slightly raised his chin.

You said... why Chen Tianxuan can't protect himself?

Luo Hong asked.

On the roof, the novice monk wiped a handful of rainwater and grinned serenely.

You do not know?

Afterwards, the arc of the smile on the corner of the mouth became wider and wider: Then I can't tell you.

After the monk finished speaking, he laughed out loud to himself, going crazy.

Luo Hong pouted.

jingle.

The monk's smile stopped instantly, and he shook the silver bell in his hand violently. Immediately, the crisp silver bell began to explode in the rainstorm.

The frozen walking corpses watered by the rain instantly looked like hungry wolves in the dark night, their green eyes lit up, staring at Luo Hong, stepping on the mud splashed by flying, and swooping towards him.

Murderous Intent instantly interweaved the rainwater all over the sky and turned it into a spider web, heading towards Luo Hongwang.

And those ghosts that were controlled were all under the control of other evil cultivators, and they flew towards Luo Hong.

Luo Hong frowned. The meaning of the novice's words, could it be... Butler Chen is in danger?

No, with Steward Chen's strength, who in Anping County can bring him danger?

However, this is not the time to think about these things.

Facing the flying corpses that flew towards him, Luo Hong didn't dare to be too careless.

The sword energy in the meridians circulated, and the sword energy stacked ten times in a row amidst the roar of the rainstorm.

Stack sword energy with knives.

With a sudden swing of the knife, the majestic sword energy suddenly roared and tore apart, cutting the rain curtain falling like a column into a dividing line.

Using a knife as a sword, cut out a sharp sword.

Pooh!

The lead walking corpse that swooped in was cut in half, but the sword energy did not dissipate, and it was cut all the way down.

two,

Three, five... ten...

Kill ten walking corpses with one sword!

Even the pupils of the monk standing on the roof couldn't help shrinking.

This son's sword energy is so overbearing!

Sammy let out a breath.

However, the silver bell shook more and more violently, but with such a sword energy... How many times can you cut!

Luo Hong did not continue to pour sword energy into the long knife, because he knew that if this continued, his sword energy would be consumed sooner or later.

He raised his head and glanced at the dark sky where raindrops kept falling.

What happened to Steward Chen?

Will something happen to Luofu?

For some reason, Luo Hong felt a little anxious.

The roar of the walking corpse exploded.

With a sinister roar, Guisha approached Luo Hong.

Luo Hong squinted violently, glanced at the pounced Guisha, raised his hand suddenly, and grabbed Guisha's face.

The evil bead rolled in the dantian, and the ghost disappeared almost instantly... the ice melted.

Outside.

The torrential rain beat on the bamboo hat frantically.

Those evil cultivators wearing bamboo hats stared at the ghost that melted in an instant, and took a deep breath.

Such a strong righteous yang spirit... It is worthy of being a model of justice in Anping County, with a righteous spirit, it is difficult for ghosts and gods to invade!

His righteous yang energy is too strong, like a scorching sun shining all over, take back the ghost, otherwise you will only be purified by his righteous energy in vain.

Every evil cultivator made a decision in an instant.

And in front of the pork shop.

After Luo Hong absorbed the evil spirit of several ghosts, he felt that the evil bead became bigger again.

It's a pity that those evil cultivators took all the ghosts away, otherwise...he would eat as many ghosts as they came!

boom!

The walking dead swooped in.

Luo Hong didn't continue to lean on the saber, and grasped the handle of the upright saber in front of him with his palm. The moment his slender fingers touched the handle of the saber that bound the cloth, the white shirt on his body that was drenched by the torrential rain suddenly twitched. With a shock, countless raindrops were shattered into misty mist.

Luo Hong looked stern, walking in the rainstorm.

Taking a step forward, he waved the long knife in his hand, smashing raindrops into pieces.

Swinging the knife gracefully, the blade rubbed against the raindrops, making a buzzing sound, like a steel whip whistling and dancing, wrapped in the raindrops, and the cool wind whipped it.

A long knife wrapped in sword energy approached the body, and with a press of the right elbow, half of a walking corpse was split open. The knife reached its legs. Several walking corpses turned over, like a windmill turning in the rain, and finally slammed on the ground , splashing two feet of muddy water.

Luo Hong used a knife as a whip and whipped continuously. Every time he whipped, he was engulfed in a domineering sword energy, so he was powerful and heavy.

But every walking corpse that is knocked into the air will sweep out a vacuum around it, so that Luo Hong will not be surrounded by walking corpses all at once.

Holding the sword with sword energy, Luo Hong was extremely focused at this moment. He knew that he lacked actual combat skills, and he could sharpen himself through this battle with the walking corpse.

Luo Hong finally felt exhausted. Even a seventh-rank martial artist like Zhao Donghan would be exhausted into a puddle of mud after chopping down two hundred corpses, let alone Luo Hong.

Soon, Luo Hong began to pant, and there was a loophole in his movements, and a bunch of walking corpses swarmed up.

Surround him tightly.

above the roof.

Seeing Luo Hong practicing sword with his walking corpse, the novice was furious, but when he saw this, he was pleased.

Even a martial artist with a long life and blood can't last long when he is surrounded by an army of walking corpses by poor monks. How dare you be so arrogant as an eighth-rank sword cultivator... you don't know how to live or die.

Children, cut him up for me!

Sha Mi's eyes were full of fierce light.

On the roof, the left and right feet danced and danced, while the silver bell was swaying.

The silver bell broke suddenly, throwing off the rainwater and shaking it into balls of rain powder like fog.

That's it?

Also worthy of one person forming an army? Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Sammy laughed.

Suddenly.

Those walking corpses who were like stacking arhats and holding Luo Hong down were suddenly shaken. First, the rain exploded, and then...the walking corpses were thrown away vigorously.

A stream of sword energy bloomed like a flower, all bursting out while swinging the knife.

Luo Hong bent his back, staggered, his white clothes were stained with blood, he wore half a smiling face mask at some point, his black hair turned into silver, he held a knife in one hand, and the rain gathered into a waterline dripping along the edge of the mask and his chin.

The novice narrowed his eyes and did not speak. The silver bell rang again, and murderous intent poured down like a waterfall!

In Gopher Street, there were many more walking corpses one after another, staggering like crucian carp crossing the river, the evil spirit was so strong that it melted into the rain and fell to the ground, transpiring a gloomy atmosphere, making the whole Gopher The street seems to have turned into a dead end.

Um? !

Seeing Luo Hong's change, the novice monk on the roof suddenly changed his face slightly, and felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Are you crazy?

Then I'm crazier than you.

Luo Hong's laughter exploded.

Luo Hong, who was wearing half of the evil king's smiling face mask, straightened his back and stood in the rain unrestrainedly.

After looking around at the walking corpses all over the street, he tilted his head, stared at the monk ringing the bell through the rain that kept falling, and grinned...

My son's one-man army...want to see it?

Afterwards, he ignored the monk's reaction.

Luo Hongping stretched out his arms, playing with the rain falling from the sky and the earth, like the conductor of a symphony that merged with the sky and the earth.

Holding the knife in one hand and raising the other hand.

With a deep laugh, he opened his mouth.

stand up!

The torrential rain between heaven and earth seemed to be silent at this moment.

The densely packed corpses on Gopher Street suddenly ignored the guidance of the silver bell, and their bodies froze.

Afterwards, under the incredulous eyes of the shaman and several evil cultivators.

In the shadow of every walking corpse, there is a mass of black wriggling...

Like a series of icy ghosts, standing behind the walking corpse.

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