The torrential rain roared like a waterfall cascading down.

Heaven and earth are like a dragon roaring, resounding all over the place, surrounded by a thick sound that is difficult to eliminate.

Slums, Gopher Street.

Luo Hong walked out of the pork shop, and his flat voice overshadowed the roar of the pillar-like rainstorm between heaven and earth, making the novice in a rotten monk's robe who stood up from the roof of the roof reveal a comical laugh.

"One man into an army? You say you can be one man into an army?"

"The poor monk practiced this technique, dug seven or eight mass graves, pouted how many graves, and opened how many coffins! You are a righteous prince like a rainbow, a sword cultivator who cultivates sword qi, why do you say that you will too? You are the great immortal master of Kunlun Palace who can scatter beans into soldiers?!"

Novice laughed sarcastically from the rooftop.

For Luo Hong's words, there is endless ridicule.

Controlling 1,872 walking corpses, he alone is worth an army of 1,000 people, which is the thing he is most proud of.

However, the prince in front of him, who didn't know the height of the sky, actually wanted to compete with him in the one he was most proud of.

You are a sword cultivator, why?!

Luo Hong's face was as usual, even if he was insulted by Shami, there was not much color change.

He walked out step by step and walked to Zhao Donghan, who was drenched in heavy rain.

Zhao Donghan was a little out of strength, his qi and blood were overconsumed, and he was sleepy and wanted to sleep.

"Childe ......"

Zhao Donghan raised his head, the rain blinded his eyes again, looking at the white clothes that were walking in the rainstorm, Zhao Donghan felt that this scene was familiar.

Luo Hong smiled and didn't say anything.

patted Zhao Donghan on the shoulder.

Then, he took over the long knife that cut down many walking corpses from Zhao Donghan, but it was still sharp.

Luo Hong felt that this knife was particularly easy to use.

This is a private knife belonging to Zhao Donghan, and now, Luo Hong has temporarily requisitioned it.

The tip of the knife touched the ground, Luo Hong was holding the knife, and was flooded by the torrential rain.

Strands of hair stuck to his cheeks, and on his forehead, the rain washed over his skin.

He stared at the novice, his chin raised slightly.

"You say...... What's going on with Chen Tianxuan's own insecurity?"

Luo Hong asked.

On the roof, the novice wiped a handful of rainwater and grinned.

"You don't know?"

Then, the curvature of the smile at the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger: "Then I can't tell you." ”

After Shami finished speaking, he laughed to himself, and went crazy.

Luo Hong pursed his lips.

Jingle bells.

Shami's smile stopped instantly, and he shook the silver bell in his hand suddenly, and suddenly, the crisp silver bell began to explode in the torrential rain.

Those frozen walking corpses watered by the rain were instantly like hungry wolves in the night, their eyes were green and bright, staring at Luo Hong, stepping on the mud splashed by take-off, and flying over.

The killing machine instantly intertwined the rain in the sky, turned into a spider web, and came towards Luo Hong's net.

And those demons who were under control were also under the control of other evil cultivators, and they flew towards Luo Hong.

Luo Hong frowned, is the meaning of this novice's words...... Is Steward Chen in danger?

It shouldn't be, with Steward Chen's strength, who in Anping County can bring him danger?

However, this is not the time to think about these things.

In the face of the flying corpses, Luo Hong didn't dare to be too careless.

The sword qi in the meridians operated, and during the roar of the rainstorm, the sword qi stacked ten times in a row.

Stacking sword qi with a sword.

With a sudden swing of the sword, the majestic sword qi suddenly roared and tore apart, cutting the rain curtain that fell like a pillar in the sky into a divided line.

Use the knife as a sword to cut out a sharp sword.

Poof!

The first walking corpse that swooped down was cut in half, but the sword aura did not disappear, and it was slashed all the way.

Two, three, five...... Ten ......

Slash ten walking corpses with one sword!

Even the novice standing on the roof couldn't help but shrink his eyes.

"This son has sword energy, so domineering!"

Shami exhaled.

However, the silver bell shook more and more violently, but such a sword qi ...... How many slashes can you take!

Luo Hong didn't continue to pour sword qi into the long knife, because he knew that if this continued, his sword qi would be consumed sooner or later.

Raising his head, he glanced at the black oppressive sky that kept raindropping raindrops.

What happened to Steward Chen?

Will something happen to Luofu?

I don't know why, Luo Hong was a little anxious.

The roar of the walking corpse exploded.

The ghostly roar carried the Yin Qi of Sen Ran, approaching Luo Hong.

Luo Hong stared sharply, glanced at the ghost who pounced, and suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the ghost's face.

The beads in the dantian rolled, and this ghost was almost instantaneous...... The ice melts and the snow melts.

Outside.

The rainstorm frantically slapped the hats.

Those evil cultivators wearing hats stared at the demons that melted in an instant, and took a deep breath.

"What a strong positive yang qi...... It is worthy of being a righteous example in Anping County, a righteous person, and it is difficult for ghosts and gods to invade!"

"His positive yang qi is too strong, like a scorching sun, take back the demons, otherwise you will only be purified by his righteous qi in vain. ”

One evil cultivator made a decision in an instant.

And in front of the pork shop.

After Luo Hong absorbed the evil aura of several demons, he felt that the evil beads had become larger again.

It's a pity that those evil cultivators have taken away all the demons, otherwise...... These devils, as much as they come, how much they eat!

Rumble!

The walking corpse swooped in.

Luo Hong did not continue to hold the knife, his hand grasped the upright handle in front of him, and at the moment when his slender fingers touched the handle of the cloth that bound him, the white shirt on his body, which was watered by the torrential rain, suddenly shook, and countless raindrops were bounced into a misty mist.

Luo Hong's face was grim, and he walked in the rainstorm.

Step out, wave the long knife in your hand, and chop the raindrops.

Swinging the knife in a chic manner, the blade of the knife rubbed over the raindrops, making a buzzing sound, like a steel whip whistling and dancing, wrapped in raindrops, and the cool breeze whistling and whipping.

The long knife wrapped in sword qi approached, and with a press of his right elbow, half of the body of a walking corpse was split, the knife reached the legs, and several walking corpses flipped over, like a windmill turning in the rain, and finally slapped on the ground fiercely, splashing muddy water for two feet.

Luo Hong used the knife as a whip and kept whipping, and each whipping was wrapped in domineering sword energy, so the momentum sank.

But every walking corpse that was knocked away would sweep out a vacuum around it, so that Luo Hong would not be surrounded by the walking corpse all at once.

With the sword qi sword, Luo Hong was extremely focused at this moment, he knew that he lacked the skills of actual combat, and he could just sharpen himself through this battle with the walking corpse.

Luo Hong finally felt tired, even if a seven-rank martial artist like Zhao Donghan cut down two hundred walking corpses, he was tired into a puddle of mud, not to mention Luo Hong.

Soon, Luo Hong began to breathe, there was a hole in his movements, and a bunch of walking corpses swarmed up.

Surrounded him.

Above the roof.

Shami was furious when he saw Luo Hong practicing his sword with his walking corpse, but when he saw this, he was happy.

"Even the bloody martial cultivator was beaten by the army of walking corpses of poor monks, it is difficult to last, you are just an eight-grade sword cultivator, how dare you be so arrogant...... Act recklessly. ”

"Sons, dismembered him for me!"

The fierce light in Shami's eyes was bright.

On the roof, the left and right feet are beating alternately, and the silver bells are swaying at the same time.

The silver bell burst suddenly, shaking off the rain and shaking into a cloud of rain powder like mist.

"That's it?"

"Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Novice laughed.

Suddenly.

Those walking corpses that were like stacks of arhats, suppressing Luo Hong, suddenly shook, first the rain exploded, and then, ...... A walking corpse was vigorously lifted.

A sword aura bloomed like a flower, bursting out in the swing of the sword.

Luo Hong bent his back, staggering, his white clothes were stained with blood, he didn't know when he wore half a smiling face mask on his face, his black silk turned into silver hair, he held a knife in one hand, and the rain dripped down the edge of the mask and his chin into a waterline.

Shami squinted, did not speak, the silver bell shook again, and the killing machine poured like a waterfall!

In the gopher street, there are many more walking corpses one after another, swaying, like a carp crossing the river, the evil aura is so strong that it melts into the rain and falls to the ground, steaming up the forest and yin qi, making the whole gopher street seem to have turned into a dead end in the yellow spring.

Well?!

The novice on the roof, seeing Luo Hong's changes, suddenly changed his complexion slightly, and an inexplicable sense of oppression struck.

"You're crazy?"

"Then I'll be even crazier than you. ”

Luo Hong's laughter exploded.

Luo Hong, who was wearing half of the Evil Monarch's smiling mask, straightened his waist and stood in the rain uninhibitedly.

Looking around at the streets full of walking corpses, he tilted his head, his eyes looked through the falling rain curtain, staring at the novice rattle, and grinning......

"One of my son's army is formed...... Want to see it?"

After that, he ignored Shami's reaction.

Luo Hongping stretched out his arms and played the rain from heaven and earth, like the conductor of a symphony where heaven and earth converge.

Hold the knife in one hand and raise it in the other.

With a low laugh, he spoke.

"Stand up!"

The torrential rain between heaven and earth seems to be silent at this moment.

The dense walking corpses on the gopher street suddenly ignored the guidance of the silver bell, and their bodies froze.

Then, under the incredible gaze of Shami and several evil cultivators.

In the shadow of each walking corpse, there was a black wriggling mass......

Like a series of cold ghosts, standing behind the walking corpse.

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