Poof, poof!

The muffled sound of knives entering the flesh suppressed the roar of the rainstorm.

Atrium of the Zhao Mansion.

The seven-rank martial cultivator who had been stabbed by Luo Hong in a row for an unknown number of times was already cold, and blood was spraying out like a fountain along the wound on his neck.

The seven-rank martial cultivator stared in disbelief at Luo Hong, who was wearing a mask and had an elegant and easy-going face.

"You...... You are...... Magic ......"

Burst!

Luo Hong's white clothes were stained with blood, and under the mask, the corners of his mouth curled up with a gentle smile.

The bead changed, turned into a black long sword, and suddenly wiped over.

The head of this seventh-rank martial cultivator rose to the sky, and his body separated.

Only the burly body remained, and he fell straight down, making a splash of more than two feet.

In an instant, the atrium became extremely quiet.

All that was left was the sound of the pouring rain falling.

Luo Hong was dressed in white, with silver hair, holding a jet-black sword, and humming a small tune in his mouth.

There was only one seventh-rank martial cultivator left, staring at Luo Hong's back, only to feel a chill rise in his heart, this son ...... It's so weird.

Killed a Qipin, who was stabbed to death by Luo Hong.

This son is the son of Luo Rentu, and he does have the ferocity of Luo Rentu!

Escape?!

This Qipin had this thought in his heart at this moment.

But...... Where can you escape?

It's okay if the task is completed, but if the task is not completed at the moment, I'm afraid I won't even be able to get out of this Anping County.

Therefore, he felt that for the sake of today's plan, there was a fight.

Luo Hong turned around leisurely, the white clothes fluttered a little chic in the rainstorm, the rain continued to fall down his cheeks, and the corners of Luo Hong's mouth hung up with the same evil arc as the corners of the mask's mouth.

Looking at the fierce seven-rank martial cultivator who gradually appeared in his eyes, he couldn't help but sneer.

Raised his hand and hung in the air above the seven-rank martial cultivator whose head had been cut off.

It was as if he had vaguely grasped something and slowly dragged it up.

"Stand up. ”

Luo Hong wore a mask, as if he was singing weirdly, and said.

The corpse that was hit by the torrential rain suddenly moved slightly, and a shadow under the faint light slowly squirmed......

The next moment, the scene of the seven-rank martial cultivator, who had the intention of fighting, appeared like a falling ice cave.

The corpse of the companion squirmed, and then the shadow parted, and he rose from the ground.

His companions have become evil shadows!

The shadow seemed to be transformed into the most terrible cage, in which the spirits of the dead wept.

The Evil Shadow of the Seven Pins.

Luo Hong chuckled.

Raising the Bead Sword, he pointed at the seventh-rank martial cultivator who was still alive.

Boom!

The water exploded.

The seven-rank evil shadow rushed out in an instant.

In the incredible gaze of the living seven-rank martial cultivator, surging qi and blood rolled out and smashed out with a punch.

smashed that seven-rank martial cultivator to the ground, and his head hit the ground, splashing water.

The seven-rank martial arts cultivation at the end of the strong crossbow, and the seven-rank evil shadow that is getting higher and higher.

The outcome of the battle was without any suspense.

The Evil Shadow grabbed the head of the Seventh Rank Martial Cultivator with his big hand and lifted him up, and the rain washed away the blood.

Luo Hong wore a mask, hummed a small tune in his mouth, and shook the sword of the beads, like a street gentleman, and like a dissolute undead monarch.

In the eyes of this seventh-rank martial cultivator, fear appeared.

Luo Hong's smile was elegant and easy-going, as if he was the sunny brother of the house next door.

That gentle smile made the heart of the Seven Rank Martial Cultivators settle down slightly.

But, the next moment.

Luo Hong held the Bead Sword against the neck of the Seventh Rank Martial Cultivator.

With a gentle smile, slowly wipe it over.

Blood sprayed all over Luo Hong's face and sprinkled on the mask of the demonic evil king.

Luo Hong stretched out his finger and hooked it, summoning the evil shadow again.

The two seventh-rank martial cultivators who died turned into Luo Hong's evil shadow......

"I'm going to kill quickly, I forgot to ask your name, since that's the case, I'll call you, evil one, evil two. ”

Luo Hong said with a smile.

The words fell.

The evil shadow of Di Shan, the evil shadow of Hu Zhishui, and the evil one and the evil disappeared one after another.

Luo Hong raised his hand suddenly, pressed the mask, and slowly took it off.

In an instant, a tidal wave of exhaustion swept through his body, and Luo Hong sat on the ground, his silver hair turned into black hair again.

In the atrium of the Zhao Mansion, the two corpses of the seventh-rank martial cultivators exuded bloody impact.

Luo Hong gasped for breath, his eyes widened and bloodshot, and he was a little depressed.

This may be the after-effect of the Evil King's mask.

......

Zhao Mansion, backyard, wing room.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the ground full of corpses in horror.

In front of her, a servant girl stood quietly, the servant girl who had played the board without telling her a new story, but at this moment, she had turned into a female assura and killed many people.

This is a plump maidservant girl with a cold face and a short knife in her hand.

"Miss, don't worry. ”

"The enemy has been killed. ”

The maid looked back and gave Luo Xiaoxiao a smile.

However, Luo Xiaoxiao was still frightened, she was just a little girl after all, although she was a little willful, but he had never seen such a cruel picture.

Her face turned pale and she couldn't stop shaking.

"Miss, the Zhao Mansion colluded with outsiders, used the young lady to threaten the son, let the son enter the Zhao Mansion, and wanted to kill the son and the young lady. ”

The maidservant said.

Luo Xiaoxiao's frightened eyes regained some light.

"My brother?"

Then, as if he had thought of something, he was a little panicked: "Let my brother not come, it's too dangerous here!"

Luo Xiaoxiao shouted.

The maid's eyes became more and more gentle: "It's a pity, the son should have entered the Zhao Mansion." ”

"Red sleeves, you are so powerful, you can definitely save my brother!"

Luo Xiaoxiao became more and more scared at this moment.

Dad is missing, if my brother dies again, then she Luo Xiaoxiao will have no relatives in this world.

She doesn't want to be without relatives, she doesn't want to be lonely.

The maid called the red-sleeved maid nodded, took Luo's little hand with her big hand, crossed the sea of corpses and blood, and walked out of the chamber.

......

The gate of the Zhao Mansion.

Luo Feng was wearing the uniform of Dali Temple, which was watered by the rain and stuck to his body.

Behind him, Ziwei and Fang Zheng stood quietly.

Their faces were serious, and they could smell the thick blood wafting out of the Zhao Mansion's mansion.

However, Luo Feng did not enter the mansion immediately, but turned his head to look into the distance.

There, in the middle of a rainstorm.

An old man came slowly, a child held an umbrella, and a child supported him, unhurried.

The two sides met in front of the Zhao Mansion.

The old man nodded and smiled, and then continued to the house.

Luo Feng took a deep breath, looked at the old man with deep eyes, and followed.

As soon as he entered the Zhao Mansion, he saw corpses all over the ground.

Zhao Yue's unwilling head was washed by the rain.

In the courtyard, there were thirty night-worn killers who had been killed.

"All of them are nine-rank martial arts cultivators, and there is also an eight-rank martial artist. ”

Fang Zheng glanced at it, judged it, and gasped.

However.

The old man just glanced at it, and the smile on his face was a little less.

Let the little boy support him to continue walking.

Luo Feng didn't speak, with a straight face, and followed.

Soon, several people walked through the Zhao Mansion Garden and came to the atrium in front of the main hall of the Zhao Mansion.

The old man stopped, and the rain falling from the eaves of the umbrella seemed to be intertwined into a beaded curtain.

Through the beaded curtain, the old man saw the white-clothed Luo Hong, who was holding the mask in one hand and sitting in the rainstorm with the other.

Around Luo Hong, the corpse of the Seven Rank Martial Cultivators was still releasing violent qi and blood......

The picture seems to be still.

The rainstorm was silent.

Heaven, earth and water are dyed with blood.

Luo Feng's eyes shrank, full of incredulity.

Ziwei covered her mouth.

Fang Zheng's expressionless face twitched.

The other side.

The maidservant who walked out of the courtyard of the Zhao Mansion pulled Luo Xiaoxiao, and also saw Luo Hong sitting in the atrium and being watered by the rain.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at his brother who was covered in blood and had no blood, like a chicken in soup, and his eyes turned red in an instant.

The rain was pouring down.

Luo Hong turned his head slowly, and through the hazy rain curtain, he saw Luo Xiaoxiao, who was red-eyed, with a gentle and doting smile on his face.

Then, he turned his head again and looked at the old man standing in the rain.

There was a half-silence.

Grinch.

It's like a cordial greeting between new neighbors squatting on the side of the street and smoking dry tobacco.

"Uncle is also here to kill our brother and sister?"

"Take the liberty of asking ......"

"What's my uncle's name?"