My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

The knife is a wolf's hair, and the blood is ink.

Floating across it is like splashing ink on a landscape painting.

The Confucian scholar who stood up and scolded Luo Hong covered his neck in disbelief, and soon collapsed on the ground, with regret and unwillingness in his eyes, which gradually lost their luster.

The long street was stained with blood, and the entire street outside Luo's mansion was extremely silent for an instant. Those clamoring mobs, Confucian scholars, etc., all seemed to be strangled by someone. They never thought that Luo Hong would dare to stand on the street. Murder!

One must know that Luo Hong massacred the Zhao Mansion in the middle of the night during the rainstorm, no one saw him, and everyone spread rumors based on the rumors.

However, at this moment, Luo Hong killed the Confucian scholar with his own hands, but it was under the watchful eyes of everyone.

This is tantamount to being undisguised, clearly showing his identity as a murderer.

There are so many of them, this Luo Hong...how dare? !

How dare he!

There was silence for a while, and the next moment, a shrill voice tore the silence.

"Luo thief! How dare you?! Brother Zhang is known as a scholar! How dare you!"

The Confucian scholars were completely blown up. The knife in Luo Hong's hand directly killed one person, which made them feel cold. They underestimated Luo Hong's ruthlessness.

In fact, many people are not sure whether Zhao Mansion was slaughtered by Luo Hong.

They were just spreading rumors, like these Confucian scholars, they were all arranged by the Zhou family.

However, at this moment, they somewhat believed that maybe... the Zhao family was really slaughtered by Luo Hong!

That's why Luo Hongcai was very calm about killing people, so he dared to commit murder in the street!

Some people have already started to coax.

Luo Hong's cowardice at the beginning fueled their arrogance.

However, when Luo Hong showed his wicked side, they didn't dare to be arrogant anymore.

Looking at Luo Hong, who was dressed in white, holding a long knife, the blood-stained tip of the knife touched the ground, dragging slowly, the harsh sound of the blade and the ground made every scholar and scholar feel goose bumps.

They originally wanted to use the name of Mr. Luohong to make Anping County famous, but they didn't expect that Luo Hong would draw his sword if he disagreed.

Luo Hong looked very calm.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, with a bit of evil charm.

Looking at the frightened Confucian scholars and scholars who began to panic, they laughed a little.

"The world slanders me, bullies me, humiliates me, despises me, despises me..."

Luo Hong dragged the knife and laughed loudly: "I'll cut them all!"

His hands trembled like a scholar: "It's an insult to gentleness!"

Listening to the first half of the sentence, there is quite a sense of Zen, but the second half completely destroys the atmosphere, but it fully expresses Luo Hong's arrogance and ferocity.

Luo Hong's face darkened.

"My son is not a good person."

Luo Hong's white clothes fluttered, and his body bowed slightly.

Then, with a heavy step, his body seemed to fly by.

The knife in his hand turned into a deadly demon in an instant, and as he swept across it, bright red blood would shoot out.

The swordsmen of the eighth grade waterfall sword, even with a knife, are not comparable to these ordinary Confucian scholars.

After all, there are thousands of Confucian scholars in the world, but there are very few who can truly cultivate righteousness.

There are too many temptations in the world, and it is too difficult to resist the temptation and gain a foothold in the world with integrity.

Blood stained the long street red.

Confucian scholars fell one after another.

One, five, ten...

When Luo Hong swung his knife, he showed no mercy. The cursing and articles written by these people won Luo Hong's killing intent.

If Luo Hong didn't kill him, he would be sorry for the splendid articles they wrote.

The people who joined in the fun were petrified.

Dead, and more than one.

The mob hiding in the crowd had fierce eyes flashing in their eyes.

"Luo Hong is insane! This murderous devil is insane! He wants to kill us all! Let's fight together, to eliminate demons and defend the way!"

A mob roared.

Coupled with the halo of blood, many people's hearts suddenly turned violent.

"We have so many people, he can't kill him!"

"Rush up, throw him down, kill him!"

"Slaughtered the Zhao family, and now, he wants to kill us... This person is too murderous!"

The roar of the mob aroused the emotions of the people.

These mobs were originally local hooligans brought by Patriarch Wang. Although they were also afraid, they were even more excited because of the large number of people.

The originally hidden mob rushed out of the crowd and was the first to arouse public outrage.

Dozens of people clenched their fists and frantically rushed towards Luo Hong who wiped off the neck of a Confucian scholar.

The momentum is indeed not weak, it is shocking.

For ordinary people, it is simply impossible for one to fight dozens of people.

For these mortals who have never been in contact with practitioners, they have touched the limit of imagination, so they dare to charge like this, this is the so-called ignorance without fear.

On the stone stairs of Luofu, Zhao Donghan glared for a moment, and wanted to move to stop him.

However, Luo Hong leaned on the knife and waved to him with a smile.

Luo Hong's white shirt fluttered.

The sword energy in the meridians in the body began to circulate continuously, and the sword energy of the eighth-grade Waterfall Sword frantically poured into the long knife in his hand.

hum...

The blade trembled uncontrollably.

Long Street... it's windy.

After accumulating ten sword qi, there is still power left.

Luo Hong accumulated sword energy for eighteen consecutive times, and did not continue.

Hold the knife with one hand.

Facing the swooping mob, Luo Hong twitched his mouth.

Facing the dozens of mobs running wildly, he swung his arm in an arc, and swung his knife forward lightly.

The knife turned into a sword.

The invisible sword energy turned into a phantom of the sword gang and ravaged the long street.

The rushing mob stopped their bodies, with disbelief in their eyes.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

Then, from Luo Hong's feet, a sword mark spread, spreading all the way, like opening a canal.

Some mobs were split in half, blood and flesh spilled all over the ground.

Some had their arms chopped off and cried out terribly.

Some were so frightened by the sword-like knife that they peed on their pants.

The scene was a mess.

Those scholars and scholars who still wanted to scold and scold, their eyes were lost, and they knelt on the ground with a powerless "plop".

Looking at the broken ditches cut on the bluestone long street, I lost my soul.

The people who joined the fun were so frightened that they didn't even have the courage to turn around and run away. They all knelt on the ground and kowtowed uncontrollably.

When Luo Hong was weak and did not respond, they could spit and curse.

However, when Luo Hong turned into a villain and killed dozens of people with one sword, they didn't dare to scold him anymore.

In front of Luofu gate.

Zhao Donghan opened his mouth in surprise, revealing the hole where his front teeth were missing.

This is what the young master said...convincing people with reason? Present the facts and reason? !

Xiao Douhua and Luo Xiaoxiao who had just walked to the door stared in disbelief.

The maid Hong Xiu was also somewhat surprised.

After cutting out a knife, Luo Hong frowned, and threw the knife back to Old Zhao.

"Using a sword to play with a sword is really not as powerful as a sword."

Looking back, I looked at the bloody long street.

Looking at the Confucian scholars and scholars kneeling on the ground, as well as the crowd joining in the fun, Luo Hong took out a booklet from his arms and held a charcoal pencil.

He walked up to the few living scholars and Confucian scholars who were kneeling on the ground and lost their souls.

Luo Hong brushed off the Shan people's leather booklet, and said: "The Zhao family is full of families, I didn't have time to slaughter, who asked you to slander me?"

The Confucian scholar wanted to remain silent.

However, he saw Luo Hong smiling, elegant and easy-going.

This smile made Confucian scholars' hearts tremble, and several living Confucian scholars rushed to speak.

"It's the Zhou family! The head of the Zhou family used the face of the old lady Zhou to let us slander and insult you, son, so that you will be accused by thousands of people! The crime is true!"

"That's right...it's the Zhou family!"

The words of the Confucian scholars made Luo Hong narrow his eyes.

Zhou family.

He couldn't help but remember the Patriarch of the Zhou family who had appeared in the Zhao Mansion.

Luo Hong smiled brightly, and wrote down "Zhou's family" on the object.

Ignoring several scholars who kowtowed and begged for mercy, Luo Hong walked up to a surviving mob.

The mob was covered in blood, and he peed his pants in fright.

Luo Hong smiled gently.

With this smile, before Luo Hong could ask, the mob told everything.

"Forgive...forgive me, Mr. Luohong, I don't want money anymore, I don't want money from the Wang family anymore, I want to go home."

The mob was terrified with tears streaming down their faces.

I saw with my own eyes that dozens of people were stabbed to death with a knife in the air, and the psychological shadow was frightened.

Luo Hong raised his eyebrows, "The Wang family."

Solemnly write Wang's family on the second target.

After writing.

Luo Hong put away the booklet, looked straight at the end of the long street, and said calmly, "Old Zhao."

"exist!"

Zhao Donghan carried the saber again, and the terrifying qi and blood that belonged to the seventh-rank martial artist erupted on his body. He leaped five or six meters in one step, and landed heavily behind Luo Hong like a hill.

The few people who were startled climbed away trembling.

On the blood-stained long street, there was a table in white clothes and a burly guard with a knife.

Go to Wang's Zhou's house at the end of the long street.

Above the head, there seemed to be a black cloud floating, and as he walked, the black cloud also surged forward.

On the long street, those kneeling scholars and scholars and many people looked at the two disappearing figures in a daze.

Anping County... the sky has changed!

This master and servant...

What do you want to do? !

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