My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

The torrential rain gathered for a whole day, and it rained recklessly at this night.

The heavy rain shrouded the entire Anping County in a hazy veil.

Every raindrop is like a comet falling from the sky, and it will hit the earth full of holes.

And in such a berserk rain, a figure in Tsing Yi stood above the Luo Mansion.

He didn't move, and there seemed to be endless depression between heaven and earth.

The torrential rain fell, as if it had been chopped into pieces by an invisible sword energy, but none of it touched the Tsing Yi.

Steward Chen stood on the roof with his hands behind his back and a long sword wrapped in rags on his shoulders, as if overlooking the entire garden, courtyard, and rockery of Luofu.

When three energies erupted in Zhao's residence, Steward Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Three rank seven, two martial arts cultivators, and one Taoist cultivator..."

A murderous intent appeared on Chen Butler's icy face.

Although Zhao Donghan swallowed the Violent Blood Pill and possessed a rank-7 combat power, it was still difficult to deal with such an opponent.

It's time for him to make a move.

Zhao Donghan couldn't cope with the three seventh ranks.

A raindrop fell from the sky, but it seemed to be still in front of Steward Chen.

He took a step forward, and the black cloth shoes stepped on the raindrops. The raindrops burst out with amazing elasticity, making Steward Chen use his strength to walk like an autumn leaf.

Walk in the rain.

Go to Zhao Mansion.

...

Outside Anping County.

In the four directions of southeast, northwest, and the moment Butler Chen left the Luo Mansion, figures opened their eyes one after another.

In the east, on the hills where the yellow mud was washed away by the heavy rain, an old Taoist priest stood there, shaking his whisk, his eyes were sharp in the rainstorm.

He couldn't help smiling.

The old Taoist rolled up his sleeves, and slapped his palm suddenly, and his fingers melted into prints on his palm.

Seven or eight printings have been changed in a row.

"Hey!"

With a sharp howl, the whisk was thrown out, and it turned into three thousand feet in an instant.

The roots plunge into the void, piercing through the falling raindrops.

Like a thin string pulling a puppet, the raindrops all over the sky gathered a water figure.

...

north.

open ground.

There is a red-haired horse standing in the rainstorm, with a figure sitting on the horse's back.

Sheepskin fur, cowhide boots, and a bow on the back.

There are many bright gems inlaid on the bow, even in the rainstorm, it is difficult to cover up the brilliance of the gems.

The figure has a beard and beard, but it has unique red phoenix eyes, which are rough and delicate.

His phoenix eyes looked through the rainstorm, as if he saw the green clothes walking in the rain in the county town.

Calmly remove the bow.

The body suddenly soared to the sky, independent of the horse's back, creaking, and the bow was drawn to the full moon.

There are no arrows on the bow, but the raindrops in the sky are all turned into sharp arrows that can break through the river and sea in an instant.

...

In the west, on a century-old tree.

A burly figure stood there, its body was two meters high, like a giant, with dense muscles, faintly like a dragon.

The rainwater hit him and evaporated in an instant.

The man has wanton and ferocious black hair, eyes like lightning, wearing black armor and carrying a black spear on his back.

The corners of the mouth with fragmentary stubble are slightly raised.

Facing a seat in Tsing Yi in Anping County, he threw a punch.

In an instant, the torrential rain froze for a while.

...

In the south, the torrential rain was like a pillar, drawing almost to the raging torrent.

There is a lone boat bobbing up and down in the rainstorm.

And the figure wrapped in a black robe stood on the lone boat.

Facing the direction of Anping County, he suddenly raised his black robe.

Wow... Wow...

Clouds of jet black galloped out,

It was densely packed night crows, wrapped in a strong evil spirit, tearing through the rainstorm and night, and flew towards a seat of Tsing Yi.

...

Steward Chen walked in the rain, his eyes suddenly sharp.

He turned his head and looked in the four directions of east, west, north and south. In his pupils, the silhouettes of the Taoist, the barbarian, the strong man, and the evil cultivator were respectively reflected...

On the streets of Anping County, there are huge water figures roaring at the Tianhe River, opening their mouths, and spewing out waterfalls that flow straight down.

In the north, the raindrops all over the sky turned into sharp arrows and shot like ten thousand arrows, each arrow has the power to shoot through the tiger.

Boom!

The rain all over the sky, stained with vitality and blood, turned into a huge punch, hitting from the west.

In the south, night crows fly together, with murderous intent.

Murderous intent from all directions, like a big net, caught Butler Chen.

"Sending four second-ranks to involve Chen, do you really think highly of Chen?!"

Steward Chen was suspended in the air, with thousands of sword aura gushing out from his body. The white sword aura seemed to have turned into a giant white python, entrenched around his body, colliding with various attacks.

There was murderous intent in his eyes.

Half the world wants the son and miss to die, how innocent are they? !

Tear!

The cloth wrapped with the sword on his back exploded immediately.

A sharp sword light shines brightly in the dark night!

The sword divides into two, turns into three, and then turns into four.

Four bronze swords are suspended around.

The white giant python, when one sword gave birth to four, suddenly changed its image and gave birth to four claws.

Rainy Night Four Swords Turn into White Flood Dragon!

...

Luohua Courtyard.

The old man was sitting in a rocking chair, admiring plantains in front of the window, but he didn't know whether it was plantains or the peerless swordsmanship that he was admiring.

"One sword turns into a snake, four swords turn into a dragon, nine swords turn into a dragon..."

"It's a pity that Hualong is like a flower in the epiphyllum, you can't see it, and you can't bear to see it."

The old man shook his head, full of regret.

...

County government.

Luo Feng looked at the white flood that lit up the night, his face trembling with fright.

The whole body is icy cold, this sword technique is indeed that one!

But what shocked him even more was the world-shattering attack that erupted from the four directions outside Anping County, southeast, northwest.

Roaring water man, arrows all over the sky, fists that shake the sky, crows that cover the sun and night...

That's all from the means of a second-rank high-grade monk!

Little Anping County has attracted so many masters to gather together. Those brother and sister... have become the center of the storm. Is it worth attracting such masters to attack and kill them?

Luo Feng took a deep breath and looked at the heavy rain.

Armed with a knife, he strode out of the county government office and into the rain. Fangzheng and Ziwei followed with firm expressions on their faces.

The three of them galloped in the direction of Zhao Mansion.

And the county government.

County Magistrate Liu sat in the high hall, feeling the wind and rain all around him, holding the teacup, but trembling unceasingly, the tea cover collided with the teacup continuously, and the tea escaped.

"I'm just a small county magistrate. Although I'm petty greedy, I'm not guilty of any major crimes. The most important thing is self-awareness."

"Let's fight, let's fight, and leave quickly after the fight."

...

Zhao Mansion.

main hall.

On the left and right sides, the blood of the two salt owls erupted like a scorching sun and a rainbow.

Zhao Donghan's expression suddenly changed drastically.

"Seventh-Rank Violent Blood Martial Cultivator?!"

"Seventh Grade Royal Talisman Daoist!"

"Young master! Let's go!"

It never occurred to Zhao Donghan that there was a martial artist of the seventh-rank violent blood realm hidden in Zhao's mansion, a family of merchants.

More than that.

The salt owl in the middle laughed even more strangely.

A piece of Zhang Xuan's yellow talisman paper rushed up and floated around the salt owl. It turned out to be a Taoist cultivator of the seventh-rank imperial talisman realm!

Luo Hong was also shocked.

Three rank seven!

what happened? Could it be that his identity as Luo Hong's little villain was discovered?

No, even so, you can't provoke three seventh-ranks to kill him, right?

Reminiscent of what Yan Xiao said before, Luo Hong felt that he might have been involved in some dispute unknowingly.

The Daoist Yan Xiao, with the black and yellow talisman paper floating all over his body, looked at Luo Hong with a chuckle.

"Mr. Luo, since you want to die clearly, then I will fulfill you, Mr. Wei Wuxian, a seventh-rank imperial talisman in Longhu Mountain."

Boom!

Words fell.

The two rank-7 violent blood martial artists beside him have already started.

Like a tiger descending the mountain, it flew towards Luo Hong and Zhao Donghan.

The knife in Zhao Donghan's hand slashed out, and the light torn out by the sharp blade seemed to burst the air.

However……

The two violent martial artists were happy and fearless, each drew a white blade from the corpse of the guard, and slashed out fiercely.

All three of their knives were broken.

What followed was a rough hand-to-hand fight. The three of them wrestled close to each other, and the energy and blood exploded from the physical collision, like a boulder thrown into a lake.

Zhao Donghan was pushed out of the main hall by the two, and fought in the courtyard where the rainstorm was pouring out.

The rainwater whipped by Qi and blood spurted into sharp blades, smashing the courtyard into pieces.

It's just that Zhao Donghan was suppressed and beaten, and when he roared, he seemed to be just incompetent and furious.

In the main hall.

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

Holding the charcoal pen, Luo Hong wrote the words "Wei Wuxian" on the second target of the human skin booklet.

Then, he exhaled contentedly, and stuffed the booklet into his bosom.

Wei Wuxian didn't look at Luo Hong's weird behavior, he raised his head, and looked at the horror and depression in Anping County that instantly brightened like daylight.

Take a deep breath.

The high-quality game begins.

He knew that a quick battle had to be done. Kill Luo Hong and Luo Xiaoxiao, and this mission would be considered complete.

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's eyes fell on Luo Hong again.

Luo Hong raised his hand, the sword that pierced Patriarch Zhao trembled for a while, drawn by the sword energy, shot back in a burst, and was held by Luo Hong in his hand.

Luo Hong, who was dressed in white, flicked the blade of the sword with his fingers, and the blood on the sword splashed and dripped.

But I heard Luo Hong speak with a smile.

"The eighth-rank master has killed..."

"Qipin, I want to try it too."

"Come on, fair one-on-one."

Wei Wuxian was dumbfounded, the son of Rentu didn't seem very smart.

Rank Nine wants to kill Rank Seven.

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