The heavy rain continued to rain, like the wrath of the heavens.

In the atrium of the Zhao Mansion, which was ravaged by the torrential rain, Zhao Donghan let out a low roar and fought with the two seven-rank martial cultivators.

He is not afraid of death, and his battle method of fighting for his life makes the two seventh-rank martial cultivators a little jealous.

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

Because there is also a seven-grade Taoist cultivator in the main hall, the son is a one-faced Taoist cultivator, and he is anxious.

How does the nine products fight the seven products?

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

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Donghan roared, his blood was steaming, and he smashed his fists at the rain curtain, and the two seven-rank martial cultivators were cold and cold, and they also punched.

Two fists against four hands.

The raindrops continued to shatter and explode a cloud of mist.

Zhao Donghan took a step on the pile, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, but he slipped out a few meters upside down, and his legs were drenched in blood.

His fists were even more distorted, and the skin on the fists was blurred, revealing hideous iron bones.

Distance.

The two seventh-rank martial cultivators stood tall, their blood qi steaming around them, and the surging qi and blood formed a vague layer of bloody clothes on their body surface.

stared at Zhao Donghan with cold eyes.

But when he saw Zhao Donghan staggering to his feet, his throat let out a low roar, and he actually leaned over and stepped on a three-foot splash and rushed to kill.

"I once killed the Hu people with the general Saibei!"

Zhao Donghan roared, and his eyes turned red in an instant, "Today, Lao Tzu will protect his son when he dies!"

The bleak night sky, the torrential rain is like a pillar.

Grain by grain fell, covering the oppressive earth.

Zhao Donghan lazily hugged one person, kept rushing forward, and let the other party's strong elbow smash into his back.

Coughing up blood.

With one enemy and two enemies, he may not be able to win by fighting for his life, Zhao Donghan knows in his heart that all he can do is to drag these two people.

Waiting for Steward Chen to come to the rescue!

......

Nine products kill seven products?

Can you say that?

Wei Wuxian came from the Great Zhou Dynasty to carry out a secret mission to kill the heirs of Luo Rentu, who had just come back to facilitate the slaughter of Hu Bing by 100,000 soldiers, and the relationship between the king of Zhenbei and Luo Rentu was bad, and the contradiction between the king of Zhenbei and the crown prince was detonated.

He also sighed that the son and lady of the Luo family were so innocent that they had become victims of the court dispute.

But he never thought that the son of the Luo family was so arrogant.

Nine products and seven products, there is still an eighth grade in between, unless the son of the Luo family gets the true inheritance of the dragon sword, there is a slight possibility of achieving nine grades and killing seven grades.

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

Luo Hong held his sword and looked at Wei Wuxian calmly.

This Zhao Mansion is really a pit.

Originally, Luo Hong was not sure, but now it is certain.

The three Qipin came to kill him, Luo Hong never thought of it, could it be that his identity as an evil cultivator was exposed?

Otherwise, why was the son of his ordinary landlord's family killed by the three Qipin?

Where did he Luo Hong get face?

But thinking of what Wei Wuxian said before, he Luo Hong may be the heir of the general?

Luo Hong frowned, thinking about his mysterious disappearance of his cheap landlord father, perhaps...... Something to do with this missing father?

Thinking of this, Luo Hong couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Everyone is missing, and they leave such a mess for their son and daughter.

What an incompetent father.

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

Will the Father pay the debt to the Son?

Luo Hong held the sword in his hand, and his gaze moved to Wei Wuxian, who was floating with Xuanhuang rune paper floating around him.

"Bewitching Zhao Mansion, kidnapping my sister, and designing to kill me, can you tell me why?"

Luo Hong asked.

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

"It's just that you have a bad background, and now, most of the world wants your brothers and sisters to die. ”

Wei Wuxian said with a smile.

"Die early and be liberated early, otherwise you will go crazy if you feel the suppressed malice brought by this world. ”

Wei Wuxian's words made Luo Hong pout.

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

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

Who messed with him and Xiao Xiaozhao?!

Why do you want us to die?!

Luo Hong's eyes gradually became indifferent, he was not a good person, from the moment he got the villain manual, Luo Hong was determined to be a bad guy.

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

"Well, if you know less, the less painful it will be to die, otherwise you will be unwilling on the Huangquan Road, resentful of the lake, and you won't even be able to enter the path of reincarnation. ”

Wei Wuxian's slender hand pointed at Luo Hong and said.

Shout!

The sharp voice suddenly drowned out the roar of the torrential rain and tore through the silence of the night.

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

Luo Hong held the sword, and as soon as his eyes froze, he found nine burning fireballs floating above the main hall.

"Daojutsu!"

Luo Hong stared at it, remembering Wei Wuxian's self-introduction, and had taken care of his name before.

At this moment, I remembered that in Wei Wuxian's self-introduction, he mentioned Longhu Mountain.

"Da Zhou, Dragon and Tiger Mountain?"

Luo Hong said.

"Are you from the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

Luo Hong said coldly.

Wei Wuxian laughed coldly, and with a wave of his hands, a piece of Xuanhuang rune paper was constantly entrenched around his body, each rune paper was as sharp as a short dagger, sweeping like a whirlwind, wanting to cut off Luo Hong's head.

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

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

Wei Wuxian seemed to have everything under control, and swept his sleeves.

The door of the main hall of the Zhao Mansion suddenly closed, and the seal was dead, cutting off Luo Hong's retreat.

Luo Hong's back slammed into the door, and nine fireballs smashed hard with scorching heat, as if to burn Luo Hong into flying ashes!

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

Got up, picked up the corpses of several guards with one hand, and collided with the fireball.

The bodies that collided were instantly burned to charcoal.

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

The sword qi in the meridians in the body was running wildly.

One, two, three......

Stack your swords!

In an instant, five were stacked, and there were sharp qi machines all over his body.

Wei Wuxian's eyes shrank, "Good talent! Even stacked domineering sword qi, even the genius swordsman of the Great Xia Liu family guarding the sword tomb would not dare to do so." ”

Luo Hong stacked his sword in one hand, and on the other side, he kept grabbing the corpse on the ground to resist the fireballs that kept smashing in.

As for the Xuanhuang rune paper such as dozens of dagger chief rolls, Luo Hong could only dodge it by 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'm afraid that you have the peak combat power of the eighth grade, and that sword, with my Taoist cultivation status, I'm afraid that you will have to suffer a small loss. ”

"Gotta kill you. ”

Wei Wuxian's eyes gradually lost their emotions and became murderous.

A piece of rune paper slipped out of his thick sleeved robe, which was different from the Xuanhuang rune paper, a red rune paper with the Xuanqi symbol drawn on it in gold ink.

Throw a red rune paper at a slam.

Luo Hong only felt that the pressure in the entire main hall had skyrocketed.

But I saw that the rune paper skyrocketed in the air, and turned into a red rune armor, the armorer was dressed in red armor, holding a long halberd, and slashed at Luo Hong.

If a halberd is split, Luo Hong is afraid that it will be split in half.

"Say it's a good one-on-one, stinky and shameless thing. ”

Luo Hong scolded.

Wei Wuxian twitched his face, didn't say anything, fought seven grades and nine grades, and used red talisman armor, which was indeed a bit of a scoundrel.

However......

At this time, Luo Hong smiled.

He stared at Wei Wuxian with faint eyes.

"You know what?"

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

Luo Hong said.

Wei Wuxian controlled the red rune armor, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

What do you mean?

Luo Hong was stacked with nine sword qi, feeling the sharp stinging pain in the meridians, and the killing intent surged.

A sword slashed out, and the thick sword aura seemed to illuminate every corner of the main hall.

The rune armor halberd slashed, and Luo Hong's sword qi pierced through the air, colliding with the halberd, emitting a piercing roar.

"Stand up!"

In the explosion, a low voice as if chanting resounded.

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

But he saw that Luo Hong, who was covered in blood, was lit up with the positive yang qi like a long rainbow running through the sun, and it was so bright that it almost blinded his eyes.

However, in the main hall.

The corpses of those dead guards, as well as the dead Zhao family master, were actually black wriggling like ink.

Then......

The shadows of these corpses actually rose from the ground, and turned into substance as they wriggled.

Seeing this, Wei Wuxian only felt a chill surging from the soles of his feet.

This...... Sorcery?!

This Luo Hung ...... Evil cultivator?!

"Assert ......"

Suddenly.

Wei Wuxian felt a chill behind him.

I don't know when, in his shadow, there was a burly figure standing, hugging him violently, the strength of the eight-rank martial arts cultivation level, so that Wei Wuxian couldn't break free at all!

"You ......"

Wei Wuxian was shocked.

Luo Hong was covered in blood and pouted.

"Say it's good one-on-one, you have to don't. ”

The summoned evil shadows in the room flew up and entangled the red rune armor.

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

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

"Whoever said the seven grades, you can't kill them. ”

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

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

Wei Wuxian's body, which was held by Di Shan's evil shadow, twitched like a fish.

Cult!

This son is actually an evil cultivator!

The light in his eyes was filled with grief and unwillingness, staring at Luo Hong, who was full of positive yang energy, and gradually lost his vitality.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

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