My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

The air was filled with blood, and Wanyan Riehuo's head rolled on the ground, puddles of blood formed.

The spurted blood filled the air.

Dye a monk.

The white monk robe, which was as spotless as a white lotus, was stained with a large amount of blood at this moment.

There were drops of blood on the monk's face and head.

The smile froze on his face.

Puzzled, puzzled.

With palms together, he slowly raised his head and looked at Luo Hong.

The benefactor is not satisfied with the little monk's answer?

The white-robed monk stared straight at Luo Hong. The blood on the white robe made him look like a blood Buddha returning from hell.

Luo Hong, who was wearing the evil king's mask, smiled, his silver hair flying.

Very dissatisfied, you don't understand me.

He who hasn't died understands me.

Luo Hong pointed to Wanyan Lihuo whose body and head were separated.

You think you know everything, you can see through the world of mortals, you can break through the false... In my opinion, you know nothing.

If you want me to put down the butcher's knife, who will put down the butcher's knife for me?

Lifting the ancient sword Dijiao suddenly, the sword groaned continuously, and the blood on it was like a dragon winding.

This ancient sword, which has been silent for a long time, seems to be revived today.

Buddha cut meat and fed eagles, and only then did he realize the principles of Buddhism.

The donor clearly has a Buddha in his heart, why doesn't he want to?

Since he doesn't want to, why can the benefactor realize the Buddha in his heart?

The monk looked at Luo Hong and continued.

People distinguish between good and bad, but Buddhas don't distinguish between good and bad?

Luo Hong leaned on the ancient sword Dijiao, raised his chin, and looked at the monk whose robe was stained with blood, with a smile that was not a smile.

There is a Buddha in my heart,

Even if you are facing hell, you can still realize the Buddha, even if there are dead bodies all over the ground, and flowers of the other side bloom everywhere, you can still become a Buddha.

Luo Hong's words made the monk startled again.

He didn't seem to dare to look at Luo Hong, and his heart was a little shaken.

He looked at Wanyan Liehuo's corpse on the ground, as if he didn't understand that this murderous Luo Hong could say such Zen words.

Luo Hong babbled a few words and ignored the monk.

His eyes shifted sideways, and his oppressive eyes fell on the figures outside the peach forest.

Wu Meiniang with a sword box on her back, Xiao Erqi with two knives, and a little Taoist priest with a smile on his face.

The pressure these three people put on him was inexplicably great.

Will they make a move?

Under the mask, Luo Hong smiled like a flower, dragging the ancient sword Dijiao, and continued walking.

If anyone stops, kill them.

You want me to be merciful, so who will give me merciful?

If I don't want to, I will kill all the flowers so that they dare not bloom.

...

Daping on the mountainside.

Wanyan Chegu who was sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes, he wanted to calm down his mind, but he found that he couldn't.

Suddenly, he was shocked.

Staring at the palace on the top of the mountain.

Even here, he could feel the tyrannical qi erupting in front of the palace on the top of the mountain, and he could feel the boiling qi and blood of Wanyan Riehuo's fifth-rank peak.

In the dark night, it is like a ball of fire, extremely blazing.

The battle is on!

Not only Wanyan Riehuo, Yuan Xiazi also turned his head sideways, frowning, listening to the battle on the top of the mountain.

On the Daping, thick blood was pervading, and beside Wanyan Chegu, seven corpses were neatly arranged, which was really extremely miserable.

The Jinzhang Royal Court's students who came to Jixia Academy this time were almost wiped out in the admissions assessment.

Only Wanyan Liehuo was left as a single seedling, if Wanyan Liehuo also died, then the Golden Tent Royal Court really suffered a blood loss this time.

Although they didn't send the most monstrous geniuses deep into the enemy country, but... these geniuses are also the future pillars of the royal court.

On the Daping, many other talented guardians watched the battle on the top of the mountain with great interest.

Although they couldn't see clearly, they could sense the strong ups and downs of the breath.

Suddenly, blind Yuan clenched the bamboo pole in his hand tightly.

Nine Swords Transforming into a Dragon?

Blind Yuan turned his head sideways, took a deep breath, and said.

Wanyan Liehuo's face was already serious like a stone sculpture.

Under the peach blossom tree, Li Xiuyuan stopped reading, rolled up the book, twirled a piece of peach blossom, and looked towards the top of the mountain.

The rising and falling aura is very clear in the perception of the strong in Daping on the mountainside.

Finally, the breath on the top of the mountain became depressed, as if the winner had been decided.

The complexions of many Dao protectors are a bit strange, because in their perception, Wanyan Riehuo's fifth-grade Qi and blood aura, which is like the scorching sun in the sky, is silent and dry...

They looked at Wanyan Chegu one after another, with mockery and sympathy in their eyes.

The geniuses of the Golden Tent King Court...it's really too miserable.

Wanyan Riehuo's aura is dry, there is only one situation, and that is defeat.

Many Dao protectors did not expect that even if Luo Hong made a breakthrough during the mountain climbing process, he would only be a seventh-rank swordsman at most, a seventh-rank battle with a fifth-rank, or a fifth-rank on the yellow list, and the result turned out to be a fifth-rank defeat.

When Wanyan Riehuo's aura subsided.

Wanyan Chegu's body began to tremble slightly.

The next moment, the ancient bow on his back fell into his hand, and in an instant, murderous intentions arose on the Daping.

Wanyan Chegu's bow was aimed at the top of the mountain.

This change made the expressions of many guardians change slightly.

Can you finally take it no longer? !

call out!

An arrow was shot, and to everyone's surprise, the arrow... was shot at Li Xiuyuan.

The sky and the earth were dimmed at this moment, as if there was only this terrifying arrow left.

And the moment the arrow was shot, Wanyan Chegu burst out, like a ferocious wolf chasing prey on the grassland, rushing to the top of the mountain with a few moves.

Facing Wanyan Chegu's arrow, Li Xiuyuan also didn't expect it.

However, with a raised eyebrow, he recited softly: A gentleman does not build a dangerous wall.

In the next moment, there was no movement in his figure.

The arrow gradually became limp in front of him, and finally fell powerlessly to the ground.

Underneath, many protectors gasped. This is an understatement to defuse the ultimate move of a master of the Golden Tent Royal Court Tianbang, and he is worthy of a half-step Confucianism.

Li Xiuyuan clasped his hands behind his back, his green shirt fluttering, and peach blossoms flying above his head.

He looked at Wanyan Chegu who was rushing towards the top of the mountain like a wolf, and shook his head with a smile.

Since you're looking for death, then don't stop it.

Li Xiuyuan murmured softly.

On the other hand, Zhao Donghan was so anxious that his forehead was sweating.

Coach Yuan, make a quick move! Hurry up and catch up! That barbarian definitely wants to touch my young master!

The scar on Zhao Donghan's anxious face was trembling.

Blind Yuan did not neglect either.

With a sweep of the silver gun, the man and the gun seemed to be one, turning into a thunderbolt, rushing out towards the top of the mountain.

The fun has begun!

Many guardians on Daping were eager to move, and they also wanted to climb to the top of the mountain to watch the battle, but... thinking of the rules of Jixia Academy, they still stayed on the mountainside obediently.

Li Xiuyuan glanced at blind Yuan who was also chasing after him, he was not in a hurry at all, and walked up the ladder leisurely.

...

On top of the mountain.

Luo Hong and the monk passed each other with their backs facing each other.

The wind was blowing gently, blowing up the monk's blood-stained robe.

He wiped the blood from his face, clasped his palms together, his eyes became bloodshot at some point.

Benefactor, you are possessed! It is enough to have your father slaughtered alone in the world, and there is no need for another villain.

The monk said.

The poor monk is willing to ferry you.

As the words fell, the monk's blood-stained white robe flew up, and he chanted Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, with a faint Buddha light surging.

With his back to the monk, Luo Hong rubbed the silver hair hanging from his forehead and curled his lips.

What does it have to do with you?

Words fell.

The monk and Luo Hong turned around at the same time, and they looked at each other.

The monk has a solemn face. As a fifth-rank Buddhist Vajra, he already possesses extraordinary power.

With a movement of thought power, the whole treasure appearance is solemn, and a dharma appearance emerges.

He wanted to shock Luo Hong's mind.

However……

Luo Hong wore half of the mask, leaned on the sword, lifted his chin, turned his nostrils, and gave him a look.

The image of the Thousand-Handed Evil Buddha emerged after the mask was amplified.

The Buddha has a hundred hands on his back.

It seems as if two Buddhas are discussing Zen, Sanskrit sounds are surging, and the world is full of Buddha light.

The next moment.

The monk's condensed dharma image was crushed to pieces. The white-robed monk's complexion was pale and his spirit was damaged. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggered back, and sat down on the ground in a daze.

But compared to mental damage, his mental shock was more serious.

Some doubt life.

He has a devotion to the Buddha, why is the Buddha in his heart no better than a villain who kills without blinking an eye? !

His Buddha, is it wrong?

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