The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The whole world seemed to be enveloped by this torrential rain.

Depressed, dull, feeling the howling of the heavenly father.

Zhao Mansion.

Luo Hong was dressed in blood, wearing a mask, holding a sword in one hand, walking out of the main hall of the Zhao Mansion step by step, stepping on the bluestone ladder, instantly like stepping into a waterfall, drenched by the rain.

Zhao Donghan was lying on the ground of the atrium overflowing with a layer of rainwater, and his eyes were hazy.

The blood kept flowing, and the water in front of him turned into the color of blood, and he still had his eyes open, but the world was spinning and confused in front of him.

He watched a white-clothed son step into the rainstorm, and his heart was both moved and sad.

Childe is such a good person, why do you want to kill him for half the world?

Seven-grade martial arts cultivation, in the ordinary army, it is all at the level of a thousand commanders, but it is sent to kill the son who has only practiced for a few days.

This is not a way to live at all.

Watching Luo Hong walk in the rain, the pace was firm, but Zhao Donghan felt more and more uncomfortable in his heart.

Son...... It's so benevolent.

At this time, it is time to give up on him and run away.

Fleeing back to Luofu, guarded by Steward Chen, is the safest.

"Quick...... Run!"

Zhao Donghan lay on the ground, used all his strength, and shouted.

However, before the sound could be heard too far, it was washed away by the torrential rain.

The two seventh-rank martial cultivators had very solemn faces.

Wei Wuxian died.

The Taoist cultivation of Longhu Mountain is not weak, and with one hand of the talisman technique, even if the two of them join forces, I am afraid that they will suffer a big loss.

However, such a noble Taoist cultivator was cut off by Luo Hong and thrown out like a bow.

The two glanced at each other, and they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

It's not that Luo Rentu lives in seclusion in a small city and intends to live an ordinary life, so his sons and daughters have never practiced.

But this Luo Hong in front of him, where is there a little mortal appearance.

It is definitely not easy to kill Wei Wuxian.

"Kill!"

The two seventh-rank martial cultivators roared, and in a deep voice, the shaking rain exploded.

The qi and blood on their bodies seemed to turn into small snakes wrapped around their bodies, and they stepped on it in one step, splashing three feet of rainwater.

Now that Wei Wuxian is dead, the task of killing Luo Hong needs them to complete.

wasted so much effort and set up such a bureau.

even dispatched four second-rank to involve the Dragon Sword, if he couldn't kill Luo Hong, it would make the world laugh.

It doesn't matter if Wei Wuxian dies, then they are afraid that they will be nailed to the pillar of shame!

Rumble!

The two blood-colored figures leaned over and took steps, leaned forward, smashed the falling raindrops, and each stepped on both sides with pleasing steps, leaving a phantom shadow and approaching Luo Hong.

The big fist of the bowl was raised and aimed at Luo Hong's masked head.

The punch of the seven-rank martial arts cultivator is afraid that it can smash Luo Hong's head in an instant.

Luo Hong stood calmly in place.

The rain continued to flow down the mask.

The already gray color of heaven and earth changed, becoming more and more obscure, endless whimpering, endless darkness, like a monstrous wave rising in the Hanhai Sea, wanting to engulf Luo Hong's mind.

Putting on the mask of the evil monarch, Luo Hong felt a sense of strength.

Indescribably powerful.

The hurricane roared, and it was the terrifying pressure of the two approaching seven-rank martial cultivators.

The corners of Luo Hong's mouth raised a smile that was the same as the arc of the mask, and the evil aura was awe-inspiring in an instant.

This smile made the hearts of the two approaching seven-rank martial cultivators tremble, and they felt a chill of chill, and an indescribable evil.

Luo Hong held a sword in one hand and raised it with the other, covering half of his unmasked face.

"Hahahaha......"

A low laugh, but a laugh without the slightest hint of laughter, came out of Luo Hong's mouth.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Two seven pins drank cold.

Murderous revealed!

"The world laughs at me for being crazy, I laugh at the world...... All stupid. ”

His eyes were suddenly sharp, and the corners of Luo Hong's mouth turned upward, and he said.

Rumble!

The two huge fists with the big mouths of the bowl smashed down, and the water on the ground exploded two seven-foot-high water rings, and the water rings collided, as if two large water tanks collided together, and the eardrums of the people who were blown up were shocked.

However, the white robe wearing the mask had disappeared in place.

The two seventh-rank martial cultivators were shocked, and they only felt a palpitation.

But he heard the sound of the sword, and a long sword cut through the droplets of water, smashing the exploding water ring, and slashing towards the carotid artery of the two people.

The sharpness brought by the blade of the sword made the continuous qi and blood of the two seventh-rank martial cultivators a little cold.

The two of them reacted very quickly, flipped their palms back sharply, and then pushed forward vigorously.

Push the tip of the sword away.

Luo Hong's white clothes rolled, like a frightened hong, spinning, throwing off countless raindrops, tiptoes on the water, constantly retreating, in the rain-filled ground, pulling out a ravine.

Luo Hong, who was wearing a mask, maintained a gentle smile all the time, but the evil spirit in his smile made people feel as if they would go crazy when they saw it.

The eyes under the mask see the world in gray, but it is also the clearest.

"Will you kill me for half the world?"

The corners of Luo Hong's mouth under the mask of the evil monarch rose slightly.

"Then why not slaughter him for half the world?"

A faint laugh erupted.

Luo Hong's eyes looked at the rolling white Jiao in the city, and the heavens and the earth were eclipsed at this moment.

"Good swordsmanship. ”

Luo Hong admired.

After putting on the mask of the Evil King, his six senses, strength, speed, and consciousness have all been greatly increased.

The white sword made his gray eyes glow.

"This son...... It's weird!"

"Quick Fix!"

Compared with the hearty hand-to-hand combat with Zhao Donghan, Luo Hong, who wears the mask of the evil monarch, is too weird.

Although the cultivation of the sword path is only nine ranks, it is more pressure than Zhao Donghan, who swallowed the Violent Blood Pill and reached the seventh rank.

Plus Wei Wuxian's head, which was slapped and rolled by the rain.

There was a little anxiety and uneasiness in their hearts.

The masked evil lord Luo Hong held his sword and stood in place, tilting his head, as if thinking about something.

From time to time, he swung his sword, as if mimicking some kind of sword move.

The two seventh-rank martial cultivators looked at each other, only to feel a little weird, "When you are fighting, think about swordsmanship?"

"Deliberately, or is it death?"

There was a fierce glint in the eyes of the two.

"No matter what. ”

"Kill him, and you can go back to the mission. ”

The two looked at each other, and the murderous intent was so strong that the raindrops between heaven and earth were half stagnant.

Rumble!

The two of them were dressed in blood and blood, and they rushed to kill again.

However......

Luo Hong, who was wearing the mask of the evil monarch, was dressed in white and silver-haired in the rain, still trying his sword.

The two seven-rank martial cultivators are getting closer and closer.

Three zhang, two zhang, one zhang......

Suddenly.

Luo Hong raised his hand and slowly raised it up.

"Come out. ”

"Entangled. ”

A faint voice, with heaven and earth don't want to disturb my irritability.

The two seven-rank martial cultivators who were wrapped in the bloody killing of the sky felt their bodies stiffen.

Roar!

It was like a wild beast roaring.

Above their heads, I don't know when a burly figure as black as ink appeared.

The evil is rolling, the breath is escaping, it is actually not weak seven-grade martial arts cultivation!

The Dishan Evil Shadow, which was originally of the eighth grade, vaguely reached the seventh rank under the increase of the Evil Monarch's mask.

Boom!

Like a mountain falling down.

The two Qipin each smashed out with a fist, colliding with the Dishan Evil Shadow who fell from the sky.

Di Shan's evil shadow was suddenly smashed to pieces!

However, it recovered again in an instant, and the big hand as black as ink, in the stunned silence of the two Qipin, pressed their faces, and smashed the two to the ground, like a boulder thrown into a lake, exploding a shocking splash.

Hu Zhishui's evil shadow was in the distance, staring gloomily.

The crutches fell suddenly.

On the ground came one after another shadow crutches, like sharp spears.

Under the mask of the evil king, Hu Zhishui's evil shadow has also become stronger!

Poof!

The two Qipin, who were pressed to the ground, were stabbed by the crutches that came out of the ground.

However, they were physically strong, but the crutches did not pierce their bodies, but only pierced a bloody hole.

The two Qipin were furious and smashed the Dishan Evil Shadow again, one of them flew like a fierce tiger, approaching in an instant, and a whip leg also exploded the Hu Zhishui Evil Shadow who couldn't dodge.

However, the Evil Shadow of Di Shan and the Evil Shadow of Hu Zhishui quickly reformed in the distance.

Immortal and immortal.

"Evil cultivator!"

The two seven-rank martial cultivators were bleeding from the blood holes in their bodies, staring at Luo Hong, who was dressed in white in the heavy rain, and said incredulously.

Anping County is a model of justice, the heir of General Luo......

It's actually an evil cultivator!

Who would dare to believe this?!

Luo Hong, who was wearing the mask of the Evil Monarch and was thinking about sword moves, suddenly smiled.

The eyes under the mask turned and fell on the bodies of the two seventh-rank martial cultivators.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, revealing an evil arc.

"I see. ”

After that, Luo Hong held the sword in his backhand and laughed at the sky and earth full of heavy rain.

The sword in his hand is thrown out suddenly!

The sword qi squirted thin.

A sword.

The blade of the sword cuts through the rain, and the air is steaming.

Two swords.

The sword cuts the arc, and the light leaves traces.

Three swords.

The sword swims like a snake.

Four swords.

The sword is angry, and the demon Jiao is formed.

Although the appearance of the little black Jiao is only three or four points similar to the white Jiao in Anping County, it provokes the two seven-rank martial arts cultivators, and they are terrifying!

Poof!

Luo Hong threw his sword, the long sword in his hand broke inch by inch, and the black Jiao flew out, washing over the bodies of the two seven-rank martial cultivators in an instant, and the qi and blood on the two seemed to be wiped away in an instant, and they lost their souls.

The black Jiao quickly exploded, turning into sword qi and disappearing into heaven and earth.

Luo Hong, who was wearing a mask, pouted and spat in the rain.

"Hey, it's only half a mask. ”

"The stealing teacher has learned four dislikes. ”

However, soon, his toes were like dragonflies dotting water, and he appeared in front of a seventh-rank martial cultivator who had lost his soul.

The bead appeared, and in an instant it turned into a black short knife.

gave that seven-rank martial artist a gentle and elegant smile.

Then, he jumped up and slammed into the neck of this seventh-rank martial cultivator who had leaked his qi and blood.

Pierce in, pull out.

Plunge in and pull out again!

One knife, another knife, another knife.

Knife into the neck.

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