My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

One move and one defeat.

Wan Yan Lie Huo, the thirty-sixth player on the Yellow List, collapsed instantly like a mountain peak capsized.

The defeat was beyond everyone's expectations.

On the top of the Bailian Stone Path, the last peach blossom forest is silent.

The atmosphere was a bit weird and solemn, pieces of peach blossoms turned into sword pieces, making the ground full of sharpness, and the sharp sword energy surged in the peach blossom forest. It was obviously a seventh-rank sword, but it actually showed a sword that was comparable to a fifth-rank sword. The power of the sword.

"That's... Chen Tianxuan's Dragon Transformation Sword?"

"Impossible, he is only at the seventh rank, how could he use the Nine Swords to transform into a dragon?!"

"Although they are similar in spirit, there are still many flaws. It can only be said to be an imitation, but it has not been imitated well."

Outside Taolin, Xiao Erqi, Wu Meiniang and the others spoke in horror.

Wanyan Lihuo's instant defeat was beyond their expectation.

They already had high regard for Luo Hong. After all, they were able to kill all the way up from the Bailian Stone Path, and they were all geniuses from the Golden Tent Royal Court. Naturally, their strength would not be weak.

Even, they are not much weaker than their eighth and seventh ranks.

"Interesting, really interesting... This Luo Hong is indeed the son of Luo Rentu, and I am looking forward to fighting him."

Xiao Erqi had two knives on his waist, and his eyes were shining.

"Although this boy is not using the real Dragon Transforming Sword, but he can imitate three points of charm, which also shows that this boy is talented in the way of swords. He is a bit evil... Given time, I am afraid that he will be Chen Tianxuan, a master of swordsmanship."

Wu Meiniang carried the sword box on her back, her eyes were dazzling.

The swordsmanship that rolled up the peach blossoms in the forest just now and gathered them into a peach blossom dragon made her a little surprised.

She comes from the Wu family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which is a family of swordsmanship that has been passed down for thousands of years. Wu Meiniang has been nurtured since she was a child, and her natural vision is extraordinary.

"Using a peach blossom branch as a sword, it seems that only nine swords are swung, but in fact, at that moment, one hundred and eighty-nine sword qi are aroused, forming a unique sword posture..."

"Thinking carefully, I'm terrified, swordsman monster!"

Wu Meiniang said.

...

The top of the palace.

Spring Breeze House.

The hot water is boiling, and the tea leaves in it are stirred up and down.

The master picked up the teacup, the tea was clear and had a unique fragrance, and he drank it all in one gulp, with endless aftertaste.

King Zhenbei was leaning on the chair, with wrinkles on his face, and a smile blooming.

"Let me tell you, my grandson Bisheng... Look, isn't this what it is?"

"I didn't expect that this kid's talent in swordsmanship is good enough, but it's actually a bit of a true inheritance from Chen Tianxuan, who has been playing with snakes for half his life."

"The seventh rank defeated the fifth rank on the yellow list... Tsk, I have a bit of demeanor from the old man."

King Zhenbei smiled happily.

The master glanced at King Zhenbei, and shook his head helplessly. This old man likes to put gold on his face.

Looking back, the master's white robe was flying, and his eyes were calm and straight.

Looking at Luo Hong, who was wearing the mask of the evil king, with the faint evil, his brows were slightly frowned, thoughtfully.

It seems that it takes a little more effort to teach this son to go the right way.

...

Among the peach trees.

Wanyan Riehuo lay on the ground, somewhat dazed.

He lost?

The qi and blood armor on his body was tattered and riddled with holes, Luo Hong's one move... defeated him.

He is the fifth rank of Huangbang, not the ordinary fifth rank.

How could it be defeated by a seventh-rank one move?

The reality made Wanyan Liehuo a little confused. Before the opening of Jixia Academy, he was high-spirited on the horses and chariots, and wanted to enter Jixia Academy to suppress the students of Daxia.

However, at this moment, he is like a chicken and a dog, humble and ridiculous.

"No... I can't just lose like this..."

"I may have been careless..."

Wanyan Riehuo staggered up from the ground.

"You are a murderous monster!"

"I will definitely kill you.

"

Wanyan Liehuo looked at Luo Hong and said coldly.

He thought of Tuoba Bing, thought of Tuoba Gu...

So many geniuses in the Golden Tent Royal Court all died in Luo Hong's hands. Behind this son, there seems to be a terrifying mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!

Any example of justice, any light of righteousness, are all false!

Luo Hong, wearing the mask of the evil king, threw away the broken peach blossom branches, took down the ancient sword Dijiao, and dragged the sword.

"Interesting... I didn't expect that you are the one who knows me most clearly in this world. You are awesome."

Luo Hongdao, with silver hair scattered all over his head, dragged the ancient sword Dijiao and began to walk slowly, his movements were a bit frivolous.

As Luo Hong approached, Wanyan Liehuo actually felt a burst of depression.

He slammed the Ten Thousand Stone Bow full and shot out one arrow after another.

However, he found out strangely that the white-clothed and silver-haired Luo Hong's body was like a ghost, leaving afterimages in place, and all his arrows were shot in the air.

The inexplicable fear and panic in his heart made him lose his calmness and sense of proportion as a sharpshooter.

Wanyan Riehuo gritted his teeth and yanked at his waist, a short dagger was picked out by him.

It plunged into the thigh suddenly, blood sprayed out, and the severe pain made Wanyan Lihuo regain some clarity.

The depression brought by the evil king Luo Hong seems to be much less.

Wanyan Riehuo's eyes gathered murderous intent, blood spurted out of his mouth, sprinkled on his hands, and actually started to seal.

Outside the peach forest.

Hong Baiwei, a young Taoist who was watching the battle, was a little surprised: "This is the seal of Taoism, but this Wanyan Riehuo can also do it? The fifth-grade thunder fire seal is activated by essence and blood, and it is extremely lethal!"

"Taoist technique? This Wanyan Lie hides the fire so deeply..."

A few people also looked on curiously.

Wanyan Riehuo gradually calmed down, Thunder Fire Seal, Divine Shot, and fifth-rank martial arts...

He thinks he still has a chance.

Looking at Luo Hong who walked frivolously and let him seal, Wanyan Liehuo's mouth turned cold, Luo Hong didn't know the horror of the Taoist fifth-rank Thunder Fire Seal!

Arrogance...will kill you!

The printing speed is getting faster and faster.

Just when Wanyan Liehuo was short of breath and the seal was about to be completed.

The silver-haired evil king Luo Hong suddenly ran and accelerated.

"You have Taoist skills, I have Buddhist skills!"

"Hahaha……"

"Majestic Heavenly Dragon, World Honored One Ksitigarbha!"

Words fell.

Wanyan Liehuo was stunned, what the hell?

His last seal was suddenly stuck and could not be formed for a long time, and in his mind, an ancient golden Buddha appeared in an instant, the Buddha's radiance was overwhelming, and his back was covered with hundreds of hands...

Buddhist supernatural powers? !

The Thousand-Handed Evil Buddha became even more powerful under the boost of the Evil Monarch's mask.

Wanyan Lihuo froze completely.

And Luo Hong swept out the ancient sword Dijiao, and cut it out suddenly.

Wanyan Lie Huo's hands were directly chopped off, and blood gushed out...

And Wanyan Riehuo also immediately struggled out of the evil Buddha's will, and he fell to the ground terribly, his eyes were red and he howled miserably.

In the peach forest.

The young monk, who was dressed in a white monk robe and spotless, shrank his eyes.

"Buddhist supernatural powers?"

His figure rushed out of the peach forest in an instant, like a flying bird stepping on slush, lightly tapping the ground, and drifting towards him.

"Amitabha... Master Luo, stop."

Holding the ancient sword Dijiao, Luo Hong raised the corner of his mouth, and looked at the little monk in white who floated towards him with a smile on his face.

This little monk was dressed in a clean white robe, like a clean white lotus flower, and his every gesture was Zen.

"Luo benefactor, you have killed too much, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

The little monk in white said.

Luo Hong's smile became more and more intense.

"Benefactor Luo, you have a predestined relationship with the Buddha."

The little monk in white said again.

Luo Hong retracted his sword and stood with it leaning on it. He didn't cut the ground and looked at Wanyan Lihuo, who had lost his hand and howled continuously. Instead, he looked at this little monk like a white lotus flower, and said with a smile: "Then you answer my son's question. What kind of person is the son?"

"The answer is good, my son will put down the butcher knife, and learn from Buddha to smile."

Luo Hong wore the mask of an evil monarch, smiling like a flower.

The little monk in white smiled and opened his mouth to express Zen.

"Although benefactor Luo has killed countless sinners, cut off all the peach blossoms in the middle of the mountain, accompanied by blood flow all the way, there are grievous souls haunting, and evil spirits roaring, but all because of the geniuses of the royal court wanting to kill the benefactor, but now the geniuses of the royal court are all gone, and the face is full of fire. Life hangs on the benefactor's butcher's knife up and down, just like the Lord Buddha cutting meat and feeding eagles, one thought of mercy."

"The benefactor is a good person. He has a Buddha in his heart. When he kills, he feels pain and tiredness in his heart. If he understands his heart and sees his nature, and realizes the Buddha's Zen, the sea of ​​suffering can turn back."

The little monk in white pursed his lips and smiled gently. He said these words very confidently.

He felt that he had seen through Luo Hong.

Put your palms together and bow slightly.

However, at the moment of bowing, the Earth Flood Sword, accompanied by Luo Hong's sneer, slashed across an icy arc, setting off a chilly wind and blowing the white monk's robe.

"Who are you burying? Who is a good person?" Luo Hong said indifferently.

The words fell.

Pooh.

Wanyan Liehuo's head flew horizontally, and the wailing stopped abruptly.

The blood spattered three feet on the neck, staining the smiling monk in white, his whole body was red.

If the wind stops, the flowers will fall.

The monk smiled, but also froze.

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