The quiet Anping County was as bright as day in an instant.

The entrenched white python turned into a white dragon, roaring in the rainy night, and the sword qi like a waterfall evaporated the raindrops that fell all over the sky.

In the white Jiao, Steward Chen sat in a green shirt, and his breath seemed to be connected with heaven and earth.

The white Jiao is fierce and flutters past, as if the mountains and rivers are bursting.

In the east of Anping County, on the slope of the yellow mud.

The dust of the old road exploded, and a mouthful of blood coughed up in an instant, and one sword mark after another appeared on his body.

The whole person rolled down the dirt slope and turned into a clay figure.

"Although it didn't force the Nine Swords to turn into a dragon, but the Four Swords turned into a dragon, but it is also worth a lot of light!"

The old Taoist turned into a clay man, took a gourd dyed with mud, pulled out the plug, and looked like crazy, and the rain and wine were mixed together and poured into his throat.

After that, he grabbed a handful of rune paper from his sleeve robe, and threw it away as if he were money.

There was a momentum on the hills, which suddenly rose into the sky, causing the rain to fall all over the sky to roll up.

In the north, the open flat land suddenly thundered and exploded.

The man with a sheepskin fur and beard standing on the back of a sweaty horse, his hands were instantly blurred with flesh and blood.

The horses beneath him were torn apart.

The entire open flat land was blasted out of a deep pit, and he stood in the pit, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and there were also a little beads of blood oozing out of Danfeng's eyes.

"What a dragon sword ......"

Hu Ren sneered, his delicate cowhide boots were raised, one foot stepped on the gorgeous bow, and the uninjured arm pulled the string again, and the rain between heaven and earth continued to gather and turn into an ice arrow on the bowstring.

The cold is overflowing.

In the West, an old tree seems to have been struck by a thunderbolt.

The arm of the burly man on the tree who punched the void was instantly slashed by the sword qi, and only the white bones of the forest remained.

The big man bared his teeth and laughed.

He drew the black iron spear he was carrying, roared, flung his one arm, and burst into a whipping motion, throwing the black iron spear violently.

Like a thunderbolt exploding, the sound is still there, and the spear has turned into an invisible black line, sweeping straight at the Tsing Yi of the sword in the air in Anping County.

In the south, the black-robed evil cultivator standing on the lonely boat of the water flow, the evil spirit all over his body seemed to be evaporated by the sword qi, and he let out a terrible howl, kneeling on the bow of the boat, trembling all over, the scarlet eyes under the black robe were full of anger, and the night crow that covered the sky and the sun was turned into a night crow, and they flapped their wings one after another.

......

Anping County.

Steward Chen stepped on a bronze sword and carried his hands on his back, like a peerless sword immortal.

His eyes were as usual, and the rain couldn't get close to his body.

Countless swords converged, gradually eliminating the heavens and the earth, and the white Jiao that covered the sky and the sun rushed into the sky, as if to cut off the dark clouds that had accumulated surging rain.

Hunting in green shirts, Steward Chen no longer paid attention to the monks in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest outside Anping County.

The four second products are from the Great Zhou, the Great Chu, the Saibei and the Heaven and Earth Evil Sect......

The four may not be in a group, but the purpose is the same.

Chen Tianxuan is still in the city, they don't dare to enter the city, but they can choose to be involved outside the city, and let the killers in Anping County kill Luo Hong and Luo Xiaoxiao.

A sword pressed four people, and Steward Chen thought that these four people should retreat.

However, Steward Chen didn't expect that these four people were not afraid of death and broke out to kill him, just to involve him.

"Look for death!"

Steward Chen's eyebrows were furious.

These people just want to kill Childe and Miss?!

......

Luoka-in Temple seems to be isolated from the world.

A few fat plantain plants were planted outside the window, and the sound was as crisp as the catharsis of the torrential rain.

Wen Tianxing sat on the rocking chair, looking at the banana leaves that looked like a beautiful woman swaying with cloudy eyes.

"One sword presses four or two grades, and it really deserves to be the Great Xia Kendo Grandmaster. ”

"If the prince is here, I'm afraid he will laugh and be rewarded. ”

The old man stroked his palms and smiled.

Two little children who lit incense walked respectfully and helped the old man up.

"Let's go, go to Zhao's mansion. ”

"Reach out in the abyss. ”

"Officially meet the son of Luo Rentu. ”

The old man chuckled.

A child took a bamboo umbrella, and Lingyi took a hand stove with new charcoal, and helped the old man out of Luohua Courtyard.

......

Zhao Mansion.

Luo Hong leaned on his sword and calmly looked at the dead Wei Wuxian.

The seven-grade Dao cultivation of Longhu Mountain in the Great Zhou Dynasty is very powerful.

However, this guy was careless and made the same mistake as Hu Zhishui.

Di Shan's evil shadow held the other party, and with the body of Dao Xiu, he couldn't break free at all, so the final outcome was death.

Of course, maybe Wei Wuxian couldn't have imagined that Luo Hong's dazzling positive yang qi was not weaker than his righteous and awe-inspiring Confucian cultivation, but he was an evil cultivator behind his back.

The evil shadows of Hu Zhishui and Di Shan floated behind Luo Hong, and Wei Wuxian's body suddenly fell to the ground weakly.

Losing Wei Wuxian's mana control, the Red Fu Armor also directly collapsed, turning into a Red Fu and burning out.

All the evil shadows in the house were gone.

Luo Hong carried his sword, his white shirt stained with blood, and calmly walked to Wei Wuxian's corpse.

"Stand up. ”

In the dantian, the evil beads rolled, and the evil qi swept through.

Luo Hong's voice was like a chant.

I want to summon Wei Wuxian's seven-rank evil shadow.

However, it was clear that it failed.

Even after three exhalations, Wei Wuxian's corpse was indifferent, and the evil shadow had never been born.

"This is a damn street fight. ”

Luo Hong finally couldn't help but curse secretly, the three chances failed, and Wei Wuxian's evil shadow couldn't be summoned after all.

Airplanes......

In Wei Wuxian's corpse, a little bit of brilliance surged, converging into a blooming flower.

This is the spiritual cultivation method of Taoism, cultivating three flowers to gather at the top, and this Wei Wuxian has obviously only cultivated one flower.

And in the face of this soul flower, the evil shadows of Hu Zhishui and Di Shan suddenly flew on it and ate this soul flower.

Luo Hong could faintly feel that the strength of these two evil shadows seemed to have been improved.

There is a faint tendency to break the eight products.

Luo Hongyu raised his eyebrows, exhaled a depressed breath, and felt a lot more comfortable in his heart.

Holding his sword, he cut off Wei Wuxian's head.

Luo Hong lifted it, turned around and walked towards the atrium where the rainstorm was like a pillar, where Lao Zhao was still desperate.

With a move in his mind, Hu Zhishui and Di Shan's evil shadow scurried into his shadow.

Luo Hong smiled strangely, raised his foot, and opened the closed door with one foot.

The roaring torrential rain was mixed with the icy wind, and the catharsis was wantonly.

Luo Hong looked at the atrium.

At a glance, Luo Hong saw Zhao Donghan lying on the ground, the rain slapping his body, and his hands clasped the ankles of the two seven-rank martial cultivators, preventing them from going to the main hall.

The two martial cultivators had cold faces, and kept stepping on Zhao Donghan's palm, blurring the flesh and blood of the palm.

Zhao Donghan was foaming blood in his mouth, but he was laughing wantonly and madly, his consciousness had already blurred, and he insisted on it with a single will.

The torrential rain fell wildly, and the raindrops fell to the ground, splashing a hazy mist.

Luo Hong stared at Zhao Donghan, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

The two seven-rank martial cultivators turned their heads sharply and looked at Luo Hong, who kicked open the door of the main hall, and their eyes flashed with disbelief.

Luo Hong came out alive, that means...... The seven-grade Dao cultivator Wei was idle and died.

Nine products kill seven products?

Fake it.

The two seven-rank martial cultivators stopped struggling, but Zhao Donghan couldn't hold it, and his palm gradually fell off from the ankles of the two.

Luo Hong laughed.

Throwing Wei Wuxian's head out directly, it snapped, like a leather ball, splashing half a foot high, rolling down the uneven atrium floor for some distance.

The eyes of the two martial cultivators shrank.

Wei Wuxian ...... It's really dead!

"Two, take the liberty of asking, the surname is very ......"

"That's it, I don't want to know. ”

Luo Hong shook his head and stretched out his hand to dig it in his arms.

Half of the mask with a gentle smile was pulled out.

Holding a sword in one hand and a mask in the other.

Luo Hong stepped into the rainstorm step by step.

The rain poured down like a pillar, slapping on his body, splashing fine droplets of water scattered in all directions.

Luo Hong raised his smooth chin, and the corners of his mouth rose, with a hint of cold arc.

"Ben Gongzi...... Now I just want to kill you. ”

That's it.

Luo Hong pressed the half of the mask on his face.

In an instant, his head was full of black silk and silver hair.

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