My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Luo Hong really didn't expect that he wanted to continue to meet a genius from the Golden Tent Royal Court, so he really sent him one.

coincidence?

Luo Hong didn't think so. Perhaps, the powerful existence controlling the enrollment of Jixia Academy knew what he was thinking.

It should be Li Xiuyuan, the number one scholar in green shirt and half-step Confucian immortal.

Master's disciple, a great Confucianist at the time.

Luo Hong didn't understand the relationship between this number one scholar and his Luo family.

However, judging from the current behavior, the relationship between Master's lineage and the Luo family seems to be better than imagined. Whether it was on the long street, Master tapped his head three times to hide evil spirits for him, or Now Li Xiuyuan sent him the genius of the Golden Tent Royal Court.

At least, it is not the same as those who want to fight and kill him.

Luo Hong was thoughtful, the water in the court hall was very deep.

Raising his head, his white clothes fluttering, Luo Hong's eyes fell on the fifth-rank monk of the Golden Tent Royal Court.

Peach petals fly by.

It was like being blown away by murderous intent.

Luo Hong stood up, leaning on the ground flood sword.

The energy and energy he had consumed in his previous battle with Na Tuoba Bing seemed to have recovered on the stone path of climbing the mountain.

Luo Hong was a little stunned. He understood that the climbing stone path of Jixia Academy was not only a challenge, but also a rare opportunity.

Gathering forty-eight sword qi, and slashing out a sword, let Luo Hong's meridian endurance rise to a higher level, and the sword qi also approached the seventh-rank mark more and more.

The stone path may be engraved with a formation, which can quickly recover from injuries, physical strength and energy.

The purpose of Jixia Academy is to treat geniuses as iron, and the mountain climbing road is a process of screening scrap iron and refining fine iron.

The genius of the Golden Tent Royal Court, the fifth rank in the Peach Blossom Forest, was alerted by Luo Hong's reassuring eyes.

He had just killed a quack who met him on a narrow road, and there was still blood on his body.

Meeting the son of Luo Rentu, this genius was not overly excited.

It was just an undisguised murderous intent, and he took off the pineapple bow on his back.

Luo Rentu was able to kill hundreds of thousands of Wang Tingjun in Saibei, trembling. Naturally, he had his own skills. With such a tiger father, he naturally did not dare to underestimate Luo Rentu's son.

The vitality between heaven and earth began to transpire.

In the peach blossom forest, thick fog gradually began to envelop.

Luo Hong, who stood leaning on his sword, couldn't help frowning when he saw the gradually blurred figure of the barbarian.

Five products...

There was a lot of pressure, comparable to Luo Feng from Dali Temple.

In particular, the killing intent of this fifth rank was stronger than that of Tuoba Bing.

"You, what's your last name?"

Luo Hongdao.

The somewhat magnetic voice lingers in the peach blossom forest.

No one answered.

In the next moment, there was the sound of the bowstring being tensed and then released, exploding like thunder.

The fluttering sound of the tail feathers stirred the air currents.

Before the sound came, the terror of arrows was approaching.

Luo Hong turned his face abruptly, raised the Earth Flood Sword, and the sharp arrow of the arrow rubbed against the blade of the Earth Flood Sword, wiping out sparks that lit up the foggy peach blossom forest!

There was a crisp ding.

The arrow was bounced away with such great force that Luo Hong's hand holding the ground dragon trembled.

"Archer!"

Luo Hong let out a breath.

In his spare time, he heard Steward Chen talk about the realm of cultivation. Although it is generally the cultivation of heaven and earth vitality, they are still divided according to categories.

Taoism, Confucianism, Buddhism, martial arts, and swordsmanship are the five main professions. There are also other types of cultivators, such as sharpshooters, evil cultivators, magicians, mechanism masters, poison masters, etc...

The Golden Tent Royal Court is best at producing excellent marksmen.

"Um?"

In the dense fog, the barbarian sharpshooter was surprised, as if he didn't expect Luo Hong to be able to block his lightning arrow.

With the reaction power of Luo Hong's eighth grade, he was able to react.

Luo Hong dragged the ancient sword Dijiao.

He started to run suddenly, standing still, that could only be a target, if he started to run, it would not be so easy for the opponent to shoot him.

And the big Hu man was also looking for an opportunity, and two black shadows were flying across the thick fog at high speed.

Whoosh!

In the dense fog, four more arrows tore through the dense fog, cutting out traces and approaching Luo Hong.

Luo Hong's body turned while running, and the Gujian Dijiao swung like a spinning windmill.

Swing away the arrows approaching the body one after another.

Bang bang bang!

In the peach blossom forest, explosions occurred continuously. It was the sound of the arrows shooting out, hitting the peach blossom trees and hitting the ground.

Luo Hong felt a great crisis, and his hair stood on end, as if he was in danger of dying at any moment.

His spirit was tense, and the spiritual power raised by the visualization of the Thousand-Handed Evil Buddha played a huge role at this moment, allowing him to always be able to warn in advance of the crisis brought about by the arrow.

If not, Luo Hong might have been shot into a hedgehog.

"Do you recognize the location by listening?"

After Luo Hong was panting to block an arrow, the powerful strength of the fifth-rank monk caused his hand holding the sword to crack open, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

soon……

In the peach blossom forest, it became deathly silent.

There is only the slight sound of the wind blowing and the peach blossom petals falling to the ground.

Luo Hong was no longer running, as if he had disappeared.

The sharpshooter of the Golden Tent Royal Court has tail-feathered arrows on his arrows, and his eyes are like eagles staring at the thick fog...

Luo Hong didn't move, he wanted to find Luo Hong's position by listening to his voice, and it was difficult to shoot him.

Suddenly.

The monk of the Golden Tent Royal Court moved his eyes slightly, and looked down at his feet suddenly.

His shadow squirmed.

The next moment, the squirming black figure suddenly swelled up, turned into a burly body, and hugged him.

Seventh rank martial arts?

The big Hu man was stunned for a moment, and the scimitar at his waist twitched suddenly, cutting the black shadow apart in an instant, and the domineering saber energy blasted the dense fog into a circular arc.

"Is this sorcery?"

Frowning, the big barbarian's eyes flickered with surprise.

Suddenly, his ears moved slightly.

heard it!

That was the sound of sword chant!

Luo Hong is accumulating sword energy!

On the cylinder at the waist, five tail-feathered arrows fell into his hands in a row, holding Luo Hong who was holding sword energy with five arrows in the shape of eagle claws.

However, the black shadow that he had slashed to death suddenly distorted and took shape again in an instant in front of him.

The big Hu man shrank his eyes.

The body was hugged tightly by Di Shanxieying.

"Go away!"

The Hu man was furious, his qi and blood surged, and he turned into a blood-colored armor outside his body, a fifth-grade armored martial artist, evil spirits and evil spirits!

Dishan Xieying was instantly shaken away, and five arrows shot out, piercing Di Shanxieying and crushing him again.

Bang bang bang!

A loud noise exploded in the peach blossom forest shrouded in thick fog.

However, everything is biased in the wrong direction.

Hu Ren's big man raised his eyebrows coldly, the blood armor on his body fluctuated, and the sharpshooter of the fifth-rank martial arts was indeed a genius of the Golden Tent Royal Court.

"See how long you can hide."

The big Hu man snorted coldly, with blood armor on his body, he was not afraid of the interference of the black shadow.

He planned to shoot directly, and with Luo Hong's strength, as long as he hit one arrow, he would die.

He slapped the quiver on his waist abruptly, and dozens of feathered arrows in the quiver suddenly floated up.

The flat end of the yellow pear wood bow was stretched out in front of him, and the bowstring hummed.

The big Hu man's toes touched the ground, and he spun like a windmill. Along with the twirling, he shot out floating arrows one by one at a non-stop speed.

The sonic boom continued.

Like a pool of gulls and herons in a calm pond.

Suddenly.

The movement of the barbarian man to draw his bow froze for an instant.

In the dense fog where his arrow pointed...

A familiar graceful figure emerged exquisitely.

"A Bing?"

The big Hu man was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously opened his mouth.

"Beep..."

From Linglong's figure came a soft sob...

With grievances.

The figure gradually approached, and gradually, the big barbarian saw the figure clearly.

The pupils shrank instantly, and the hair stood on end.

It was a dark as ink shadow with Ah Bing's figure, swooping towards him, the scimitar slashed across an arc, that is Ah Bing's good knife skills!

This is not Ah Bing!

But... this is Ah Bing again!

The Hu man was furious.

Shocked, heartbroken, heartbroken!

And behind Tuoba Bingxieying, Luo Hong's white robe fluttered, his body leaned forward like a cheetah, his hair fluttered, and the sword energy in his hand suddenly flung out.

"Damn you!"

The big barbarian roared.

Xie Ying Tuoba Bing's knife slashed across his body, and made a clanging sound on the fifth-grade qi and blood armor.

And his arrow is also shot.

It instantly penetrated the head of Tuoba Bingxieying, and collided with the thrown earth flood dragon.

The Earth Flood Sword was thrown thirty meters away, Luo Hong spat out a mouthful of blood, and the white shirt in front of him was stained red.

Hu Ren's expression changed slightly, Luo Hong had accumulated sword energy and was not in the Earth Flood Sword.

"I have a Buddha, I will save you!"

Luo Hong growled.

The Hu man was in a trance for a moment, and the Buddha's light was shining in front of him, and there was a true Buddha who was extremely peaceful, with ten hands on his back.

Spiritual sorcery, Thousand-Handed Evil Buddha!

However, the blood-colored armor with the look of a big man from the barbarian was surging with energy and blood, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he soon came to life.

Just a breath in a trance.

However, one breath is enough.

The distance between Luo Hong and the barbarian man was shortened to square inches, and the evil bead in his hand turned into a sword, and the sword energy became powerful, and fifty-six sword energy was superimposed on the evil bead.

It turned out that Luo Hong had a whim, and used the evil bead in the dantian to stack the sword energy first!

Pooh!

The evil bead sword stabbed out, and the blood armor on the Hu man's body was instantly pierced, and the blood scattered and impacted.

Sunder armor with one sword!

The evil bead sword pierced through the chest, and from the other end overflowing from the back, there were blood droplets splashing together.

On Luo Hong's shoulder, one after another, the evil beads floated and gathered into a sword. Luo Hong held it, and stabbed it down like a roar of fate, and stabbed it into the neck of the barbarian man.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

Until the fifth-rank cultivator, the big Hu man fell to the ground with the disbelief of being killed by the eighth rank.

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