My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

It was raining heavily, like the god of heaven was furious.

In the atrium of the Zhao Mansion, which was ravaged by the torrential rain, Zhao Donghan let out a deep roar, and fought with two seventh-rank martial artists endlessly.

He is not afraid of death, and his fighting style of risking his life makes the two seventh-rank martial artists a little afraid.

One person entangled the two, but Zhao Donghan was anxious in his heart.

Because there is still a Taoist cultivator of the seventh rank in the main hall, the son is alone in the Taoist cultivator, and he is anxious in his heart.

How does the ninth rank fight the seventh rank?

Although the gap between low-ranks is not as huge as that between high-ranks, how easy is it to fight across second-ranks?

"piss off!"

Zhao Donghan roared, his blood was steaming, and he threw his fists at the rain curtain. The two seventh-rank martial artists were cold and solemn, and they also punched.

Two fists against four hands.

The fried raindrops continued to shatter, creating clouds of water mist.

Zhao Donghan took a piling step, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, but he slid backwards for several meters, his legs were dripping with blood.

The bones of his fists were even more distorted, and the skin on the fists was blurred, revealing ferocious iron bones.

far away.

The two seventh-rank martial arts cultivators stood there, blood qi transpiring around their bodies, and the surging qi and blood formed a blurred bloody coat on their bodies.

He stared at Zhao Donghan coldly.

However, Zhao Donghan stood up unsteadily, with a low growl from his throat, he stooped and kicked up a three-foot spray, rushing to kill him.

"I once followed General Saibei to kill Hu people!"

Zhao Donghan roared sharply, his eyes turned red instantly, "Today, I will protect my son even if I die!"

The cold night sky, the torrential rain.

Grain after grain fell, covering the oppressive earth.

Zhao Donghan hugged one person lazily, and kept rushing forward, letting the other person's strong elbow hit him hard on the back.

Coughing up blood.

With one against two, it is impossible to win even if you risk your life. Zhao Donghan knew in his heart that all he could do was to hold these two back.

Waiting for Butler Chen to come to the rescue!

...

Ninth rank kills seventh rank?

Can this be said?

Wei Wuxian came from the Great Zhou Dynasty to carry out a secret mission to kill the son of Luo Rentu who had just come back to facilitate the massacre of hundreds of thousands of Hu soldiers in Saibei. The relationship between Zhenbei King and Luo Rentu was ruined, and the relationship between Zhenbei King and the prince was ignited. contradiction.

He also sighed that the young master and young lady of the Luo family were so innocent that they became victims of court disputes.

However, he never thought that Mr. Luo's family was such an arrogant and conceited person.

There is an eighth rank between the ninth rank and the seventh rank, unless Mr. Luo's family has obtained the true inheritance of the Dragon Transformation Sword, there is a slight chance that the ninth rank will kill the seventh rank.

What's more, he is also a Taoist cultivator who came out of Longhu Mountain in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He has practiced on Longhu Mountain for many years, and he is not an ordinary monk of a small sect.

Holding the sword, Luo Hong looked at Wei Wuxian calmly.

This Zhao Mansion is indeed a trap.

Luo Hong was not sure at first, but now he is sure.

Luo Hong never imagined that three seventh-ranks came to kill him. Could it be that his identity as an evil cultivator was exposed?

Otherwise, why should the son of his ordinary landlord be killed by three seventh-ranks?

Where did Luo Hong get his face from?

But thinking about what Wei Wuxian said before, Luo Hong might be the heir of a general?

Luo Hong frowned, thinking about his mysteriously missing cheap landlord father, perhaps... related to this missing father?

Thinking of this, Luo Hong couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief.

People are missing and leaving such a mess for sons and daughters.

What an incompetent father.

In Luo Hong's memory, the simple and honest face of his father left a deep impression on him.

Will the father pay off the debt?

Holding the sword, Luo Hong moved his gaze to Wei Wuxian, who was surrounded by black and yellow talisman papers.

"Bewitching the Zhao family, kidnapping my sister, planning to kill me, can you tell me why?"

Luo Hong asked.

Wei Wuxian raised his hand, a piece of black and yellow paper was rippling like seaweed at his fingertips.

"It's just your bad background. Nowadays, most of the world wants your brothers and sisters to die."

Wei Wuxian laughed.

"Dead early and release early, otherwise you will feel the oppression and malice brought by this world, and you will go crazy."

Wei Wuxian's words made Luo Hong curl his lips.

Most of the world wants him and Luo Xiaoxiao to die?

This made Luo Hong's heart shake a bit, but after the shock, he felt a bit of nameless anger.

Who did he and Xiao Xiao provoke? !

Why should we die? !

Luo Hong's eyes gradually became indifferent. He was not a good person in the first place. From the time he got the villain manual, Luo Hong determined to be a bad person.

Now it seems that the whole world... is forcing him to be a big villain.

"Okay, if you know less, death will not be so painful. Otherwise, you will feel unwilling and full of resentment on the road to Huangquan, and you won't even be able to enter the way of reincarnation."

Wei Wuxian pointed at Luo Hong with his slender hand, and said.

call out!

The sharp voice immediately covered the roar of the rainstorm and tore apart the silence of the night.

The black and yellow paper was burned by flames out of thin air.

Holding the sword in his hand, Luo Hong focused his eyes, and found nine burning fireballs floating above the main hall.

"Taoism!"

Luo Hong stared, remembering Wei Wuxian's self-introduction, and caring about remembering his name earlier.

Only now did I remember that Wei Wuxian mentioned Longhu Mountain in his self-introduction.

"Da Zhou, Dragon and Tiger Mountain?"

Luo Hongdao.

"Are you from the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

Luo Hong said coldly.

Wei Wuxian laughed coldly, and with a wave of his hands, sheets of Zhangxuanhuang talisman papers continued to entangle his body, each piece of talisman paper was as sharp as a dagger, and swept like a whirlwind, trying to cut off Luo Hong's head.

Luo Hong swung his sword violently, and slashed at the clusters of flames.

The huge force caused Luo Hong's face to change slightly, and his body was forced to retreat continuously.

Wei Wuxian seemed to have everything under control, and swept away with a flick of his sleeve.

The door of the main hall of the Zhao Mansion was closed immediately, tightly sealed, cutting off Luo Hong's escape route.

Luo Hong's back slammed hard on the door, and nine balls of fire came with scorching heat, as if they were going to burn Luo Hong to ashes!

Luo Hong didn't care, and rolled over on the ground in embarrassment.

He got up, picked up the bodies of several guards with one hand, and collided with the fireball.

Those colliding corpses were instantly burned into coke.

Luo Hong held the sword in one hand, his face was as gloomy as stagnant water.

The sword energy in the meridians in the body is running crazily.

One, two, three...

Stack swords!

In a blink of an eye, five layers were stacked, and there was a sharp aura all over his body.

Wei Wuxian narrowed his eyes, "What a talent! Even the talented swordsman who guards the sword tomb of the Liu family in Daxia dare not even stack the domineering sword energy."

Luo Hong folded the sword in one hand, and on the other hand, he kept grabbing the corpses on the ground to resist the fireballs that kept hitting him.

As for the black and yellow talisman paper, which looked like dozens of daggers, Luo Hong could only dodge it by jumping and jumping.

However, many wounds were cut on his body, and blood was spilled, staining the already soaked white clothes red.

"If you succeed in stacking swords, I am afraid that you have the peak combat power of the eighth rank. That sword, as a Taoist cultivator, may suffer a small loss."

"Kill you quickly."

Wei Wuxian's eyes gradually lost emotion and became murderous.

A piece of talisman paper slipped out of his thick sleeves, which was different from the black and yellow talisman paper. This was a piece of red talisman paper with mysterious symbols drawn in gold ink on it.

The red talisman was thrown violently.

Luo Hong could only feel the pressure in the entire main hall skyrocketing.

But seeing the talisman paper soaring against the sky, it turned into a red talisman armored soldier. The armored soldier was wearing a red armor, holding a long halberd, and slashed at Luo Hong's head.

If the halberd had been chopped off enough, Luo Hong might be split in half horizontally.

"Agreed one-on-one, shameless thing."

Luo Hong scolded.

Wei Wuxian's face twitched, and he didn't say anything. Seventh rank beats ninth rank, and he still uses red talisman armor, which is indeed a bit of a rascal.

However……

At this time, Luo Hong smiled.

He stared at Wei Wuxian quietly.

"do you know?"

"My son likes to deal with frail monks like you the most."

Luo Hongdao.

Wei Wuxian controlled the red rune armor, and he couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this.

What's the meaning?

Luo Hong was filled with nine sword qi, feeling the sharp pain in his meridians, and his murderous intent surged.

With a sword strike, the thick sword energy seemed to illuminate every corner of the main hall.

The rune armor halberd struck down, Luo Hong's sword energy pierced through the air, and collided with the halberd, making an ear-piercing roar.

"stand up!"

During the explosion, there was a low, singing voice resounding.

Wei Wuxian only felt a chill surge all over his body.

However, Luo Hong, who was covered in blood, glowed with Zhengyang energy like a rainbow piercing the sun, so bright that it almost blinded his eyes.

However, in the main hall.

On the bodies of those dead guards and the dead Patriarch Zhao, there were black ink-like squirms.

Then...

The shadows of these corpses crawled up from the ground, turning into substance while wriggling.

Seeing this, Wei Wuxian felt a chill rushing up from the soles of his feet.

This... sorcery? !

This Luo Hong... an evil cultivator? !

"Jie jie jie..."

suddenly.

Wei Wuxian felt cold behind him.

I don't know when, in his shadow, there is a burly figure standing, hugging him suddenly, the strength of the eighth-rank martial arts level makes it impossible for Wei Wuxian to break free!

"you……"

Wei Wuxian was terrified.

Luo Hong was covered in blood, pouted.

"It's agreed to be one-on-one, you don't want it."

The summoned evil shadows all over the room flew up and entangled the red rune warrior.

And Hu Zhishui's evil shadow "Jie Jie" sneered.

Luo Hong touched the ground with the tip of his sword, folded his hands on the handle of the sword, looked at Wei Wuxian, and slowly raised his clean chin.

"Whoever says the seventh grade, you can't kill it."

Hu Zhishui Xiying's scarlet eyes suddenly lit up like a lit candle, and he stretched out his hand to cover Wei Wuxian's mouth, and the high-speed spinning stick pierced out directly, with a sonic boom that shook the air.

It penetrated into Wei Wuxian's mouth, twisted his mouth, pierced through the back of his jaw, and penetrated his entire head!

Wei Wuxian's body that was tightly held by Di Shanxie Ying twitched like a fish.

Evil repair!

This son is actually an evil cultivator!

The light in his eyes was full of grief and resentment, staring at the positive Luo Hong, gradually losing his vitality.

Do not rest in peace.

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