My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Xiao Douhua looked at the handsome young man in front of her, the hatred in her eyes could not be concealed.

With her cowardly temperament, it is indeed a bit inconceivable that she would burst out with such courage to hold a sword at this moment. This also shows how deep the hatred for this young man is to the bone marrow.

"I didn't expect to see you here. The day before yesterday, I rode a horse through the market in Anping County. I caught a glimpse of you. I felt somewhat similar to you. I didn't expect it to be you."

The young man in brocade clothes smiled lightly.

He looked at the graceful figure in front of him, and the look in his eyes was a little gentle.

"Jing'er, when your family was ransacked and beheaded, I tried all means to save you, and I even made a plan, but unfortunately...you escaped from the capital alone, I'm looking for you It was hard to find."

The young man in Jinyi said, he kept approaching Xiaodouhua.

Xiao Douhua gritted her teeth, held the sword stubbornly, and the flames of hatred in her eyes grew more and more intense.

"To shut up!"

"Your family are all bastards. My father will be questioned, and his whole family will be executed. It's all your Ouyang family's fault!"

Xiao Douhua held the ancient sword Dijiao and said bitterly.

The originally bright and big eyes were a little bloodshot and flushed.

She knows it all, she knows everything.

When Zhang Shoufu rescued her, she knelt on the ground and begged Zhang Shoufu to tell her the truth, whether his father really committed a capital crime.

Zhang Shoufu is a great Confucianist in the dynasty, he can't tell lies, and told everything.

"Your Ouyang family has long been relying on Concubine Xuan Yu, thinking that if you can support Concubine Xuan Yu, the Ouyang family will be able to skyrocket, so you betrayed my father, and even used indiscriminate methods to trap the Yao family and be executed by everyone. !"

Xiao Douhua bit her lip, and Douda's tears kept rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

She wandered from the capital to Anping County and suffered countless hardships, but she never cried because her mother told her to be strong.

However, facing this enemy now, she couldn't restrain her emotions.

The tenderness in the eyes of the young man in brocade clothes no longer exists,

With a bit of sternness, and a bit of sarcasm.

"If your father had agreed to the marriage between our two families, my Ouyang family wouldn't be so unkind."

"Besides, the imperial capital is in a turmoil, so many dignitaries have died because of it, and how many families have risen. It's all good luck, and it's all fate. If you have to blame... you can only blame your Yao family for being a young bird, and your fate is not good."

The young man in brocade clothes smiled lightly.

"I didn't expect you to come to Jixia Academy. How did you get to the top of the mountain with your meager cultivation? Come with me. For the sake of the good relationship between my two families, I will take good care of you."

Ouyang Zhao said softly.

"roll!"

Xiao Douhua let out a fierce sound, holding the Flood Flood Sword Luo Hong gave her, and slashed at Ouyang Zhao.

However, in Ouyang Zhao's eyes, Xiao Douhua's sword...is as powerless as a three-year-old child holding a knife and slashing at an adult covered in armor.

He raised his hand, pinched the ground flood sword that Xiao Douhua swung, and pulled it violently, intending to take the sword from Xiao Douhua's hand.

However, Xiao Douhua knew that the Flood Flood Sword was given to her by the young master, so how could it be taken away.

So, holding the sword desperately, the whole weak body was pulled and fell to the ground, and was dragged a few steps.

"Since that's the case, I will take you back forcibly, and take good care of you in consideration of my father's old relationship with Uncle Yao."

"Look at you, what you look like now...how embarrassing."

Ouyang Zhao said.

A tyrannical qi and blood erupted from his body.

Xiao Douhua was immediately sent flying far away with her sword, her skin was as pale as paper, and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

But Xiao Douhua still stubbornly leaned on the sword and stood up.

As for Luo Hong, walking out of the evil cultivator's palace, what he saw... was exactly this scene.

Luo Hong looked at Xiao Douhua in distress, at the blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, and at the bloody hand holding the Flood Dragon Sword, he couldn't help frowning.

Ouyang Zhao, a young man in brocade clothes, did not see Luo Hong.

He walked towards Xiaodouhua on his own, he had never expected to meet Yao Jing here, since he met Yao Jing, there was no reason to let her go.

Back then in the Imperial Capital, he had already bribed the jailer and planned to take away Yao Jing, but he did not expect that this girl would be the first to be rescued.

The Yao family had a young girl, and Yao Jing's beauty was well-known in the imperial capital. Ouyang Zhao didn't take Yao Jing away, and regretted it for a long time.

"Come on, follow me back to Imperial Capital."

Ouyang Zhao laughed.

suddenly.

He felt a strong wind howling.

A sharp sword aura made him raise his brows slightly, he turned sideways suddenly, and punched out.

Boom!

In front of the evil cultivator's palace, the breath trembled.

The brocade clothes on Ouyang Zhao's body fluttered, but his body remained motionless.

A pitch-black Shazhu sword flew out backwards, hanging at the side of Luo Hong, who was wearing a white robe flying on his back.

"Fourth Grade Yujian? No... No... Fake!"

Ouyang Zhao's aura was strong, and vague blood armor emerged from his body.

He was actually a rank five martial artist.

Luo Hong's mind control of the Shazhu Sword is a bit bluffing, but its power is far worse than the real Yujian.

"roll."

Luo Hongdao.

With a thought, the Shazhu Sword roared out again.

However, in the process of galloping out, there was another evil bead sword condensed and shot at Luo Hong's side.

Ouyang Zhao frowned, staring at Luo Hong, he recognized Luo Hong.

Suddenly, he understood.

Yao Jing may have climbed into Luo Hong's relationship.

Thinking of this, Ouyang Zhao's face darkened.

He glanced sideways at Xiao Douhua, whose eyes were full of hatred, and said coldly, "Shameless bitch!"

As soon as this word came out.

Luo Hong narrowed his eyes.

Raising his hand, evil beads floated in front of him, one, two, three, four...

Bounce with your fingers.

In addition to the first two Shazhu swords, the six Shazhu swords whizzed out, criss-crossing and criss-crossing, like black lightning, exploding and roaring.

Open your hand and point it in the direction of Xiaodouhua.

"Little Douhua, give me the sword."

After the words fell, Xiao Douhua let go of her hand, and the ancient sword Di Jiao suddenly trembled slightly, and shot towards Luo Hong, who was held in Luo Hong's hand. Somewhat creamy.

While holding the ancient sword Dijiao, Luo Hong's aura began to rise continuously, forming a faint momentum.

Zhengyang Qi surged like a rainbow, under the influence of the sword.

Behind Luo Hong, it turned into a entrenched white python.

Ouyang Zhao's complexion changed slightly, and he swung out a fist, flicking away the six strange Shazhu swords, and the blood on his body rose like a small hurricane.

How could he not know Luo Hong's name? Let's not say that he is now a master's disciple, and he overwhelms all the arrogances who are now in Jixia Academy, taking advantage of the coquettishness, and let's say that Luo Hong killed eight golden tents in a row on the Bailian Stone Path. The genius of the Wang Ting, even the Huangbang Tianjiao of the Golden Tent Wang Ting, was beheaded. This title has already been heard like thunder.

How dare Ouyang Zhao underestimate it.

His body quickly retreated, and he began to distance himself from Luo Hong.

Wanyan Riehuo died in the hands of Luo Hong, and if Ouyang Zhao fought recklessly, he would have only one death.

boom!

Slamming out both fists fiercely, a powerful wave of air was rolled up, and the six Shazhu swords were swung back in front of Luo Hong.

And Luo Hong held the ancient sword Dijiao, and with a thought, the six-handled Shazhu sword stabilized his figure and burst out again.

Luo Hong raised his hand and flicked repeatedly, and the four Shazhu swords exploded.

The ten evil bead swords intertwined and intertwined were extremely annoying, and it was a bit difficult for Ouyang Zhao of the fifth rank to resist.

"Luo Hong! I am the son of Ou Yafei, the third-rank censor of the imperial capital! I am the next deputy commander of the Imperial Forest Army! How dare you touch me?!"

Ouyang Zhao was really startled!

He had never met a sword repairer like Luo Hong, who was able to control ten flying swords before he reached the fourth rank of Yujian. Let alone the power, this picture alone is very bluffing!

In addition, Luo Hong held the Flood Flood Sword, and his murderous intent locked on him at all times, making him feel chills all over his body.

The movement here seems to have attracted the attention of many people.

In the distance, the portals of the major palaces opened.

With two knives on his waist, Xiao Erqi poked his head out and looked towards the Xixiu Palace. At a glance, he saw Luo Hong pressing down on Ouyang Zhao and beating him, with a look of astonishment on his face. I don't know if the name has been recorded in the notebook.

Wu Meiniang from the Sword Cultivation Palace also came out, and she saw the Shazhu Sword controlled by Luo Hong at a glance, and her beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

Sixth Grade Controlling Sword? !

No... No, sword control can only control one sword, and those who can control multiple flying swords can only be those who have the fourth rank of sword cultivation and the level of the sword control.

Luo Hong is a fourth-rank Yujian? !

impossible!

Wu Meiniang didn't believe it, she just broke through the seventh-rank potential sword yesterday, but today is the fourth-rank?

Wu Meiniang, who has a natural sense of kendo, quickly discovered the difference.

Because the power of those flying swords is too low.

Not only the two of them, but also talented people in other palaces waited and watched.

Luo Hong, the disciple just accepted by the master, actually committed a murder in the Jixia Academy on the first day of becoming a disciple of the master...

Several figures saw Ouyang Zhao being crushed and beaten, their expressions changed slightly, and they all sped up and rushed towards Ouyang Zhao.

Ouyang Zhao also felt the crisis.

He didn't want to fight Luo Hong, he stomped the ground with his feet, and quickly swept away behind him.

Luo Hong raised his hand and grabbed it suddenly.

In Ouyang Zhao's shadow, an evil shadow reached out and grabbed his ankle, making Ouyang Zhao's movements stagnate.

This weird scene made Ouyang Zhao's heart shake violently in an instant!

On the ground flood sword, Luo Hong kept accumulating sword energy.

Now, he has reached the seventh rank of potential sword, and his sword energy is much more than before. He stacked eighty-one sword energy, and step by step, he came to Ouyang Zhao who was being pulled by Xie Ying.

A sword swung out.

The white python behind Luo Hong immediately opened its mouth wide, roaring like the sky.

A thick sword qi shot out, cut through Ouyang Zhao's body, and penetrated tens of meters, pulling a thin white mark on the ground of Jixia Academy, but the thin mark disappeared quickly.

The fifth grade blood armor on Ouyang Zhao's body was full of cracks, but it was not broken.

He was injured, but the injury was not too serious, and he couldn't die. The defense of the fifth-rank martial arts is still very strong.

Luo Hong didn't wear the mask of the evil king, and the attack still belonged to the seventh rank.

However, Luo Hong's purpose was not to kill Ouyang Zhao so soon.

Ouyang Zhao's blood armor was full of cracks, but there was a smile on his face.

But I can't laugh for more than three seconds.

Luo Hong's white shirt was flying, and he raised one hand, pinned Ouyang Zhao's face and pressed him to the ground, the back of his head collided violently with the ground, and the muffled sound resounded throughout the square.

Ouyang Zhao wanted to resist, but when Luo Hong cast Thousand-Handed Evil Buddha, his movements froze instantly.

Luo Hong's face was indifferent, and with a thought, the four Shazhu swords gathered on his shoulders, raised two fingers of his hand, and waved lightly.

Pooh!

The evil bead sword nailed down quickly, piercing through Ouyang Zhao's two palms and two soles of feet, nailing him to the ground.

A mournful howl came from Ouyang Zhao, who broke free from the Thousand-Handed Evil Buddha.

Luo Hong stood up and looked down at him condescendingly.

The white clothes are fluttering, and the blood is not stained.

"Her, are you worthy of scolding too?"

"Her, only I can be fierce."

Luo Hong said lightly.

Then, she turned her head to look at Xiaodouhua.

"Enemy?"

Luo Hongdao.

Xiao Douhua pursed her lips and nodded.

Holding the Flood Flood Sword, Luo Hong stretched it forward, "You come."

Xiao Douhua narrowed her eyes slightly, hesitated for a while, then mustered up her courage, took a step forward, and came to Luo Hong's side.

She took the ancient sword Dijiao.

Hands are shaking.

On the ground, Ouyang Zhao's face was distorted and he howled miserably.

"Luo Hong! You are a disciple of the master, and I am also a student of the academy, how dare you kill people for no reason in the academy?!"

Ouyang Zhao was really flustered.

She didn't expect Yao Jing to be involved with such a murderous person.

Luo Hong ignored Ouyang Zhao and looked at Xiao Douhua.

Xiao Douhua held the sword, and the tip of the sword moved to the top of Ouyang Zhao's head, trembling, hesitating, tangled, anxious Dou Da tears rolling down, the tip of the sword trembling, but she didn't dare to drop it.

Suddenly.

Xiao Douhua's eyes froze.

Luo Hong's big hand covered her little blue hand that was holding the sword.

"Don't be afraid, my son will help you."

Power explodes.

The Earth Flood Sword suddenly fell.

Pooh.

The blood shoots three feet!

The tip of the sword entered Ouyang Zhao's throat in disbelief.

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