My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Long drought meets rain.

happy!

Under the eyes of everyone, Luo Hong pinched Cui Kui, a fourth-rank evil cultivator, to death, but his heart seemed as sweet as eating honey.

good man!

The evil cultivators are indeed good people!

Luo Hongzheng was worried that the evil energy in his dantian had not recovered, which made his trip to Jiangling mansion a lot less. The appearance of Cui Kui was like a ray of sunshine tearing apart everything in the endless darkness. Hong felt warm all over.

It turns out that this is... there is true affection in the world, and there is true love in the world!

Let go.

Cui Kui was sucked dry of the evil energy, twisted his neck and lost his strength immediately, his face was full of panic before death, unbelievable, and...doubt about life.

His pupils seemed to reflect the shock of discovering the great secret.

Boom.

With a crisp sound, Cui Kui's body fell into Luoshen Lake, as if entering Luoshen's arms, and sank powerlessly to the bottom of the lake.

On the surface of the lake, Luo Hong was dressed in white to win over the snow, and the Chunjun sword hovered quietly beside him.

The Qi of Zhengyang became brighter and brighter, making many people feel a little dazzling when looking directly at it, and even felt like crying.

So... so bright!

There are also countless "Zheng" characters blooming on the top of the head, each of which is a mantra of a sage, so many orthographic characters, like stars in the night sky, twinkling and twinkling.

Dead silence, no sound.

Cui Kui, the 11th on the yellow list, the peak strength of the fourth rank, the arrogance of the Ghost Sword Sect, but in the hands of Luo Hong... was instantly killed!

No, it should be said to be purified!

The evil power in Cui Kui's body could not pose any threat in front of Luo Hong at all, and was completely purified.

Is this the restraint of the system?

"No. 2 on the yellow list, really strong!"

"Fifth-rank Confucianism, ask about state of mind!"

"Luo Hong is still a master's disciple, an orthodox Confucianism cultivator. Cui Kui has lost his head and dared to provoke Confucianism cultivator."

"How long has it been Luo Hongcheng's disciple? Cui Kui probably didn't expect Luo Hong to become a fifth-rank Confucian cultivator..."

The surrounding Jianghu visitors who watched the battle, as well as the monks in the flower boat, all sighed long.

Cui Kui, what a pity.

Eleventh on the yellow list, the evil cultivator at the peak of the fourth rank, may even become the leader of the Ghost Sword Sect in the future.

However, he died in this sword appreciation meeting for no apparent reason.

Ghost Sword Sect can also be regarded as a sword cultivator, but it belongs to a different kind of sword cultivator, combining evil spirits with sword skills to form a unique ghost sword skill.

The power is very strong, and there are also top powerhouses in the sect.

Even if he meets Chu Tiannan, who was once the number two on the Yellow List, even if he can't win, it is still possible to get away with the evil cultivator's strange means.

However, when Cui Kui met Luo Hong, not to mention retreating, all evil spirits were purified from his body.

That's horrible……

The essence of evil cultivation lies in the accumulation of the power of evil spirit. As a result, evil spirit was evaporated, and there was no threat in an instant, and Luo Hong easily twisted his neck.

Death is bleak.

However, many people cheered up because they found that Luo Hong had closed his eyes.

Seems to be calming down.

"Cui Kui is the eleventh on the yellow list after all! Even if Luo Hong kills Cui Kui, he will consume a lot of energy. Although he is a Confucianism cultivator, it takes a lot of spiritual power for Confucianism cultivators to purify evil spirits. Big!"

"He closed his eyes to recover, don't give him too many chances to recover!"

"Our chance has come. I thought this guy was an iron man, but it turns out that he is also tired!"

In the flower boats, there was suddenly a low voice lingering.

Many feel that their opportunity has come!

While you are sick, I will kill you!

kill!

Crash!

The flower boat swayed, and one after another, the aura soared into the sky.

The quacks on the lakeside all shrank their eyes, some sneered, some curled their lips in contempt, and some secretly sighed.

Luo Hong is crazy, but he is still human after all...

Wheel fights are very shameless, but the effect is very significant, time and time again, even though Luo Hong kills each other with thunderous means every time,

Shock the Quartet.

However, once he shows signs of fatigue, those who are ready to move will show ferocious minions, trying to tear Luo Hong apart.

in the crowd.

The woman wearing a veil and carrying a violin case frowned slightly, with a trace of worry in her eyes.

These people really shamelessly engage in wheel battles, and if this continues...

Luo Hong might really be unable to bear it.

The most important thing is... the monks of the third rank have not made a move yet.

So far, all the monks who have taken action are fifth-rank and fourth-rank monks. Once a third-rank monk makes a move, Luo Hong will inevitably fall into a hard fight.

He couldn't protect Piaoxue Sword.

Thinking of this, the woman's eyes showed sadness, Luo Hongchen's sword is now regarded as a prize, and even, it can only be guarded by his descendants at the risk of their lives.

Inexplicably feeling a little sad.

In the carriage.

Blind Yuan was sitting quietly, the old man's face was full of ravines, although he couldn't see it, but his ears were very sharp, and he could hear the rustling of the people around him clearly.

However, he was very calm, did killing evil cultivators really consume a lot of money?

Doesn't anyone really think so?

A Confucianism cultivator with the virtual appearance of a saint is definitely the nemesis of evil cultivators!

A whole body of righteousness is enough to purify evil cultivators. Young Master has never even used the illusory appearance of a saint. How much can it consume?

However, Blind Yuan still frowned.

Because, with Cui Kui's death, there are gradually third-rank monks in the flower boat ready to move.

Those third-rank monks who had been watching the excitement were ready to make a move.

This time the Sword Appreciation Conference stipulates that those who are below the second rank can participate, so, the third rank... is considered the ceiling of this sword appreciation conference.

Of course, there are strong and weak third ranks, but even if they are weak, they will not be so weak.

Therefore, what follows is even more dangerous for Luo Hong.

The world seems to have become quiet.

All forces are watching.

In the low building in the distance, Prefect Zhang and the commander of the government army were watching.

On the upper floors of the Guixiang Building, Chu Tiannan and Lao Huang were also watching.

The travelers behind the white jade fence held their breath, their gazes playful in the middle of the flower boat.

On the flower boat in the center, Wei Qiansui squinted his eyes, smiling half-smile, with playfulness.

The atmosphere began to gradually become colder.

The setting sun began to gradually hide behind the mountain, and seemed to be half-swallowed by Luoshen Lake, leaving only half a boiled egg yolk, exuding a faint yellow halo.

On the surface of the lake, the thick and bloody blood continued to disappear.

Standing in white clothes, eyes closed, still.

In the flower boat, a handsome young swordsman tiptoed on the edge of the flower boat and swung out directly, as if Feihong was stepping on slush, without causing the lake to fluctuate at all.

This control over power is indeed astonishing.

"Aren't you that crazy? If you want to stop this sword appreciation competition alone, then let me meet you."

A faint sound lingered, shaking endlessly on the lake.

In the flower boat, many people showed their heads, even the middle-aged man in the Wu family flower boat walked out of the cabin and watched the battle seriously, because the person who shot was a third-rank monk!

A third-rank sword madness swordsman.

Luo Hong still kept his eyes closed, but he was not adjusting his breath, he was feeling the evil spirit pouring into his dantian.

The evil power that was sucked dry by Miss Asura before finally recovered a little.

"But I'm finally willing to give up the third-rank monks. I thought you would continue to send fifth-rank and fourth-rank monks to die, using human life to consume me, and let you third-rank monks sit on the hook."

Luo Hong still closed his eyes and said lightly.

As soon as the words came out, the faces of the Zhou family in the flower boat were extremely ugly. After all, the Zhou family lost two fourth-rank and one fifth-rank dead, which consumed a lot of talismans. For the Zhou family, it was definitely a serious injury. .

And many monks in the surrounding flower boats were also whispering.

The figure standing on the lake and facing Luo Hong smiled.

"I'm here, Meteor Sword Sect, Wangcheng."

"Young Master Luohong... please advise."

Wangcheng Road.

Falling with his words.

On the surface of the lake, sword energy suddenly floated out of thin air. Rank three, who can already mobilize the power of heaven and earth for their own use, belong to the extraordinary.

Luo Hong opened his eyes suddenly, and glanced at the well-dressed Wang Cheng.

A third-rank swordsman.

Very good, very good.

Finally came the third grade.

Cui Kui died so quickly that Luo Hong didn't even write his name in the booklet. It was a little regretful, it was at least a hundred sins.

Luo Hong took out the charcoal pen, and solemnly wrote down the name of the royal city on the pamphlet.

And Wang Cheng also moved.

Step down.

Countless sword qi shot out from under the soles of his feet, and in an instant, the lake water was stirred up, causing the calm lake surface to be broken like a mirror in an instant, and water swords shot out one after another, densely packed, turning into Swords flew all over the sky, roaring towards Luo Hong.

Rank five battles rank three!

On Luoshen Lake, everyone held their breath and watched the battle.

The third rank belongs to the rank of the extraordinary, the rank of the top rank monks, even though Luo Hong is the second in the yellow list, it should be very difficult to win, right?

Although everyone thought so in their hearts, everyone was watching the battle on the lake.

The gust of wind howled, making the white shirt on Luo Hong's body suddenly stick to his body.

Pressure, finally a little pressure.

The third grade is still very strong.

Luo Hong squinted his eyes, tapped on the Chunjun sword with his fingers, and the next moment the Chunjun sword roared out.

Facing the rain of swords all over the sky, Chun Junjian rushed up alone, looking a bit cold and powerless.

However, the Chun Jun sword was wobbly, dodging all the sword rain, like a bird flying through a strong wind and rain, without even a piece of rain touching its body.

On the surface of the lake, Luo Hong's body swayed, and suddenly turned into a streak of white horses and flew out on the lake.

For the first time so far, he moved.

The evil beads appeared one after another, and turned into swords in front of him. The evil beads sword whizzed out, circled around Luo Hong's body at high speed, and turned into a Heaven Dou series of sword formations that could be attacked and defended.

Boom boom boom!

One after another, the sword rain formed by Wang Cheng's stepping on the lake exploded outside the Heaven Dou Sword Formation, like brilliant translucent lotus flowers one after another.

However, these sword rains cannot form any barriers.

Seeing this, Wang Cheng shrank his eyes and shouted loudly.

"Well done!"

After that, he rubbed his hands together suddenly, and the unsheathed sword suddenly spun rapidly in front of him, countless sword qi seemed to turn into small tornadoes.

"out!"

The sword came out of its sheath with a groan, and a sharp sword energy scattered in all directions.

Jian Niansheng, the art of controlling the sword!

Accompanied by the sword chanting like a rapid thunderstorm, the flying sword that was unsheathed and spinning at high speed suddenly disintegrated.

With a ding, Chun Jun who was stabbed flew away.

After that, the four white sword lights seemed to turn into four white flood dragons, and rushed towards Luo Hong.

Luo Hong had a strange expression on his face.

A low-profile version of Hualong Swordsmanship?

It's flashy, but flashy.

Luo Hong stood on the spot, the seventy-two Shazhu swords were constantly circling, transforming into a series of sword arrays of Heaven Dou to protect him.

Like the most powerful defense in the world, the absolute defense made it difficult for the sword energy of the royal city to get close at all.

Wang Cheng's hair fluttered and his eyes glared angrily.

"how is this possible?!"

The sword array defense formed by the fifth-grade life sword can actually block the sword energy of his third-grade sword madness?

"I do not believe!"

Wang Cheng roared sharply, and the sword energy in his body gushed out again, pouring endlessly into the flying sword.

boom!

The lake water exploded, setting off turbulent waves, like two extremely high water walls, and the sprayed water waves fell quickly and silently.

Bass!

The Heaven Dou Sword Formation dispersed!

A black shadow was instantly crushed by the sword energy.

The four sword auras continued unabated and poured into the lake, causing the lake to surge, before an explosion engulfed in the sword aura suddenly occurred!

However, Wang Cheng's heart changed slightly.

"Where are people?"

The king's city was terrified. After the sword array, Luo Hong disappeared!

It disappeared like a ghost, as if it had evaporated out of thin air.

"Are you looking for me?"

Luo Hong said lightly.

Wang Cheng's scalp exploded immediately.

"Third rank sword cultivator, I am a little disappointed..."

"It looks worse than Chu Tiannan."

Luo Hongdao.

After the words fell, Luo Hong imitated what Chu Tiannan did back then, and slammed his shoulders out.

It slammed into Wang Cheng's back fiercely.

Boom!

A large mass of blood mist exploded, and Wang Cheng was hit by Luo Hong like a ball, and his body flew and rolled on the lake completely uncontrollably.

When he suddenly turned over and his feet pulled two long and narrow white waves on the lake, behind him, while the shadow was trembling, a black shadow appeared.

As soon as the black shadow flickered, it turned into the appearance of Luo Hong, and appeared behind him in a strange shape.

Apparate!

At this moment, Wang Cheng's eyes suddenly brightened, and he was waiting for this moment!

boom!

A tyrannical coercion erupted from his body, that is... the power of heaven and earth that a third-rank monk can grasp! It is also the reason for the three extraordinary.

He wants to use the power of heaven and earth to suppress Luo Hong.

A sharp sword popped out of the sleeve, and slashed at Luo Hong's neck.

One hit kill!

The power of heaven and earth?

Luo Hong did feel his shoulders sinking, but that was all.

Between the eyebrows, the evil god Xu Ying yawned disdainfully, and the saint Xu Ying in the dantian didn't even bother to open his eyes.

The power of heaven and earth condensed by the third rank of Wangcheng was like a breeze brushing against Luo Hong's cheeks.

Boom!

Luo Hong lightly slapped Wang Chao's sword away, and pulled out his leg like a whip, and slammed Wang Cheng's waist so hard that his waist seemed to be kicked to pieces.

Wang Cheng's eyes shrank, why was the power of heaven and earth he attracted useless? !

He's so...

Yujian Jianxiu is most afraid of being approached.

Especially when a martial artist with strong qi and blood is close to him, aren't you Luo Hong a swordsman?

How did you act like Wu Xiu? !

Although Luo Hong's martial arts level is not high, his physical body is not comparable to Wangcheng!

The most important thing is that Luo Hong's ghostly close-up method makes it impossible for Wang Cheng to guard against him!

Wang Cheng bounced off the lake again, he was so embarrassed that he coughed up blood and clutched his waist.

He stood up, and the four flying swords suddenly came, turning into four white flood dragons.

"Die to me!"

He is angry!

However, Luo Hong did not change shape this time.

Instead, he stood still, pointing the sword at Chunjun, and the sword energy circulated in his meridians, one circle, two circles and three circles...

The next moment, he tapped his fingers lightly, and the blade of Chun Junjian groaned softly, like a dragon chant.

Immediately roared out, the sword energy overflowed, and outside Chun Jun, a white dragon was formed!

The white dragon rolls up the white waves, and collides with the four white flood dragons cut by Wangcheng!

"This is the Dragon Transforming Sword."

Luo Hong said lightly.

Bai Long seemed to stretch his waist, and in an instant, the sword energy of the four white flood dragons that had been chopped fell apart, Wang Cheng was covered in blood, and his eyes shrank.

The next moment, he held the sword in front of him.

The tip of Chunjun sword slashed on the sword in front of Wangcheng.

Click...

The sword suddenly burst into cracks, directly blasting countless sword pieces.

Pooh!

The Chunjun sword pierced through Wangcheng's chest, engulfed by a huge force, as if the white dragon was holding Wangcheng up to the sky.

Luo Hong pointed his sword slowly and hooked it.

The seventy-two evil bead swords turned into black lights and rushed out, sweeping across the sky, and then, with the tip of the sword facing down, it turned into a rain of black swords.

The sword rain fell.

Puchi, puchi, puchi!

The sword pierces the body!

The falling sword rain poured down again, piercing through the body.

In the criss-crossing sword rain, Wang Cheng was dripping with blood, and his body was uncontrollably like a ball driven by the force of the evil bead sword piercing his body, and the blood mist exploded one after another. When it fell, it lost its vitality in an instant.

on the lake.

Standing in white clothes, the sword finger is raised lightly, and the blood rains above the head.

Turning his face slightly, he looked at all the guests on the lake who had fallen into silence, and finally, his eyes fell on the face of Wei Qiansui on the board of the flower boat in the center, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Sanpin... that's all."

"Anyone else?"

"If not, Piaoxue Sword, I will take it back for Uncle."

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