The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

It was as if the Heavenly Lord was roaring and roaring the whole world.

Zhao Mansion, Atrium.

The blood water twisted into one small snake after another.

Zhao Donghan stood up from the ground, and there was an irrepressible killing intent on his burly body.

Raising his foot and stomping down, the eight-rank iron-bone martial cultivator who was pressed by him in the stagnant water was trampled on his head, as if a stuffy ball had been trampled on.

The white and the red, washed by the rain, scattered in all directions.

Zhao Donghan, a strong man who got up from the pile of corpses on the battlefield, did not change his face, but just spat and scolded disdainfully.

Distance.

Luo Hong was dressed in white, and the blood on the sword had already been washed clean.

Zhao Yue's body fell to the ground, her head rolling into the distance, her eyes open, full of unwillingness and resentment.

She once thought that she knew Luo Hong very well, the elegant and easy-going Luo Hong would not kill her, and those who died in Luo Hong's hands were all pickled bad people and evil people.

This is also the reason why she dares to calculate Luo Hong.

However, she was wrong, and before she died, she found out that the man she had been caring for all her life turned out to be ...... She didn't understand at all.

It's a pity that she doesn't have a chance to get to know each other anymore.

Thirty night-worn killers, all dead.

Zhao Donghan, who swallowed the Violent Blood Pill, was like a beast out of the cage, extremely fierce, his skin was hot, like a soldering iron, steaming hot in the rain curtain.

He stared at Luo Hong, feeling that Childe had really changed.

Childe actually destroyed the flowers with his hot hands, and thought that Childe's sword was only waved at the evil spirit.

"Childe, what are you going to do next?"

Zhao Donghan's voice was low, overshadowing the sound of the rain falling, and asked.

Luo Hong stood in the rain, the tip of his sword touching the ground, his hands folded on the handle of the sword, looking at the brightly lit Zhao Mansion.

"What's next?"

Luo Hong held his sword and slowly raised his chin, the water gathered by the rain slid down his smooth chin, and the corners of his mouth were raised, with a trace of excitement.

"Extinguish the door. ”

Is it sinful enough?

......

The main hall of the Zhao Mansion.

The staggered and fragrant wine is permeated.

The heads of the Zhao family, the Wang family, and the Zhou family were all waiting for Luo Hong's head to be sent.

They are businessmen, and although they can't be called single-handedly covering the sky in Anping County, they actually do no less than do murder fights.

In their opinion, with those martial arts forces brought by the salt lords in the capital, it is not easy to besiege and kill a Luo Hong.

Although Luo Hong destroyed a black cloud village, the three masters of the family knew some of the details inside, and the black cloud village was actually destroyed by evil spirits with evil arts.

The red boy killed just an exhausted evil man.

As a result, they have self-confidence.

Besides, the monks are also divided into grades, Luo Hong is just a ninth grade, and those martial arts cultivators who are besieged and killed are all nine grades, and there are even eight grades leading the team.

It's in the bag.

Suddenly.

The slave outside the door rushed in in a panic and hit the table and chair, and the wet slave's eyes were full of horror.

The head of the Zhao family rubbed the jade wrench on his thumb, frowned, and shouted angrily: "What are you doing?!"

"Old ...... Master...... Oh no!"

The slave is like a chicken in the soup, but at this moment he is lost and depressed.

Everything that happened in the atrium of the Zhao Mansion shocked the slave's mind, made him creepy, and made him unbelievable.

"Speak well. ”

The head of the Wang family also stared at him and shouted.

However, the three salt lords from the capital on the wine table were very calm.

"Master, that Luo Hong and the guards have killed all the people we ambushed, miss...... The young lady was also beheaded!"

The slave almost cried and said.

The head of the Zhao family trembled, and suddenly felt a cold air rising from the soles of his feet.

"How is that possible?!"

"There are so many martial arts cultivators, and there are also eight-rank martial arts cultivators...... How can they all be killed?!"

The head of the Zhao family was incredulous and shouted almost like a roar.

Zhao Yue died, and his daughter died......

However, he didn't have time to be sad, because what would Luo Hong do after killing those people?

You don't have to think about it to know, you must continue to kill.

The martial arts guards can't stop Luo Hong, so ...... I'm afraid it's also dangerous.

For a while, the atmosphere on the wine table was extremely cold.

The wine glasses in the hands of the Wang family and the head of the Zhou family, who were still discussing Luo Hong's life just now, suddenly couldn't hold it, fell down, and the wine flowed all over the table.

The head of the Zhao family sat even more slumped in the chair.

The three heads of the family felt like they had knocked over the five-flavor bottle in their hearts, and they ...... underestimated Luo Hong's ruthlessness and strength.

"The head of the Zhao family...... I remembered that there was something going on in the mansion. ”

The head of the Wang family stood up, his face was ugly, and said.

The head of the Zhou family also got up silently.

When disaster comes, they fly separately.

They were going to flee through the back door.

At the wine table, the three salt lords who often come to the table couldn't help but laugh when they saw this scene.

Suddenly.

There was a clear sound of footsteps.

In the pouring rain, the sound of the footsteps became extremely clear.

"The Zhao family is so enthusiastic about my son, don't be in a hurry to leave...... My son came to ask for a glass of wine. ”

Outside the main hall.

Luo Hong's faint laughter wafted in.

Two figures, one tall and one short, broke through the rain curtain and appeared in front of everyone.

The head of the Zhao family was full of horror, and the head of the Zhou family and the head of the Wang family turned their heads and left.

Luo Hong glanced at the heads of the Zhou family and the Wang family, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a higher and higher arc.

The head of the Zhao family didn't run, his home is here, where can he go?

"Luo Hong, you are ruthless, Yue'er cares about you, you actually killed Yue'er ruthlessly!"

The head of the Zhao family shouted.

Luo Hong shook the sword and shook off the water stained with the sword.

"Huh?"

"Kill and kill...... Are you angry?"

Luo Hong raised his chin, looked at the head of the Zhao family, and said.

The head of the Zhao family was stunned for a moment.

This...... It seems to be different from the righteous Luo Hong he knows.

"That's right, so I'm guilty enough, isn't it?"

"Lao Zhao, remember, extinguish the door. ”

Luo Hong chuckled, and the tip of his sword tapped the ground.

"Where's the guard?!!Kill me!"

Extinguish the door?

How dare he, Luo Hong?!

The Zhao family master's eyes shrank and roared sharply.

Outside the main hall, the servants and guards of the Zhao family who had been waiting for a long time rushed to kill one after another, and the bright white blades waved and slashed down towards Zhao Donghan and Luo Hong, who were wet.

Luo Hong pulled a chair and sat down on his own, holding his sword.

Zhao Donghan's blood is like a torrent and fills the lake.

Kill a guard and a slave with a single punch.

Even if it is a nine-rank copper-skinned martial arts cultivator, he can't bear it in front of Zhao Donghan, who is now comparable to a seventh-grade violent blood martial cultivator, let alone these ordinary people.

The smell of blood filled the main hall in an instant.

The head of the Zhao family looked at the fierce Zhao Donghan, his face turned pale, he glanced at the salt lord in the capital who was still calmly drinking by himself, and he hated it in his heart.

He looked at Luo Hong, and a commercial smile was piled up on his face.

"Luo Xian's nephew, ......"

However, the words have just come out.

Luo Hong, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly threw out the sword on the ground.

The sword burst out like a javelin.

In the unbelievable gaze of the Zhao family master, it instantly pierced his head, and the huge force drove his body and nailed him to the wall.

"Virtuous nephew...... That's what you called?"

Luo Hong said lightly.

The sound echoed in the blood-soaked hall, like thunder on the ground.

And all the guards and servants of the Zhao Mansion were all killed by Zhao Donghan's iron fists.

In the main hall, corpses were all over the place, and the blood was thick, and only three salt lords remained.

Zhao Donghan was murderous and stood behind Luo Hong.

The scar on his face squirmed, staring at the three salt lords, a little wary.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The three saltlords put down their glasses and applauded.

"He is worthy of being the son of General Tuluo, a native of Saibei......"

"It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time. ”

Luo Hong was stunned.

The son of General Luo?

What the heck?

These guys...... Recognize the wrong person, right?

He Luo Hong is just the son of an ordinary landlord.

Luo Hong took out the human skin booklet and held the charcoal pen.

After thinking about it, he looked at the salt owl in the middle.

"So...... You want to kill me too?"

Luo Hong raised his chin and said.

"My son doesn't kill nameless people, what is your surname?"

The salt owl in the middle was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he shook his head speechlessly.

Raising his hand, the two salt lords beside him suddenly got up.

Like a beast breaking through its bundles, its oppressive aura gradually exploded.

The violent aura of the Seven Grades Violent Blood Martial Cultivation was like a torrent of catharsis, and the storm of qi and blood set off made the entire main hall seem to be baptized by a hurricane.