One move, one defeat.

The thirty-sixth of the Yellow List was like a mountain peak overturning, and it was instantly defeated.

The defeat was beyond everyone's expectations.

At the top of the Hundred Refining Stone Paths, the last peach blossom forest, silent.

The atmosphere is a little strange and condensed, and the pieces of peach blossoms turn into sword pieces, making the ground all sharp, and the sharp sword qi is stirring in the peach blossom forest.

"That's ...... Chen Tianxuan's Dragon Sword?"

"Impossible, he is only a seventh grade, how can he cast the Nine Swords into a Dragon?!"

"Although it looks similar, there are still many flaws, which can only be said to be imitation, but it is not imitated at home. ”

Outside the peach forest, Xiao Erqi, Wu Meiniang and others opened their mouths in a little shock.

Wanyan Honglie's instant rout was something they didn't expect.

They already think highly of Luo Hong, after all, they can kill all the way up from the Hundred Refining Stone Path, and they are all the geniuses of the Golden Horde Court, so their strength will naturally not be weak.

Even, it is not much weaker than them when they are eight or seven.

"It's interesting, it's so interesting...... This Luo Hong is worthy of being the son of Luo Rentu, and I am actually looking forward to fighting him. ”

Xiao Erqi was carrying two knives around his waist, his eyes shining.

"Although this son is not a real dragon sword, he can imitate three points of charm, which also shows that this son's talent in kendo is a bit demonic...... In time, I am afraid that it will be another kendo master Chen Tianxuan. ”

Wu Meiniang carried the sword box on her back, and her eyes were dazzling.

The swordsmanship that rolled up the peach blossoms of the forest just now and gathered into a peach blossom dragon made her a little amazing.

She is from the Wu family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Wu family is a family of swordsmanship that has been inherited for thousands of years, Wu Meiniang has been cultivated since she was a child, and her natural vision is extraordinary.

"Using the peach blossom branch as a sword, it seems that only nine swords are swinged, but in fact, at that moment, the sword qi is attracted to one hundred and eighty-nine paths, and a unique sword momentum is formed......"

"It's terrifying to think about it, Kendo demons!"

Wu Meiniang said.

......

The top of the palace.

Spring Breeze Building.

The hot water boils, and the tea leaves are stirred up and down.

The master picked up the teacup, the tea was clear, with a trace of unique fragrance, and he drank it all in one gulp, with an endless aftertaste.

King Zhenbei leaned back in a chair, his face was wrinkled, and he smiled.

"I say, my grandson will win...... Look, isn't that it?"

"I didn't expect that this kid's kendo talent is enough, but he has to play with snakes for half his life, and Chen Tianxuan has a bit of the true biography. ”

"Seven products defeat the yellow list and five products...... Tsk, there is a bit of the style of the old man. ”

The king of Zhenbei smiled.

The master glanced at the king of Zhenbei and shook his head helplessly, this old thing likes to put gold on his face.

Looking back, the master's white robe was flying, and his eyes were calm and direct.

Looking at Luo Hong, who was wearing the mask of the evil king, the faint evil emanation, frowned slightly, thoughtful.

It seems that it will take a little more effort to teach this son to go on the right path.

......

Among the peach forests.

Wanyan Agni lay on the ground, a little stunned.

He was defeated?

The qi and blood armor on his body was tattered and torn, and Luo Hong made a move...... and smote him.

He is the fifth grade of the yellow list, not the kind of ordinary five grades.

How could it be defeated by a seven-rank one-move?

The reality made Wanyan Aghuo a little confused, before he opened the Jixia School Palace, he was in high spirits on the carriage and horses, and wanted to enter the Jixia School Palace to suppress the students of Daxia.

However, at this moment, he is like a chicken, humble and ridiculous.

"No...... I can't just lose like that......"

"I may have been careless......"

Wanyan Agni staggered up from the ground.

"You're a demon who kills people without blinking!"

"I'm going to kill you. ”

Wanyan Agni looked at Luo Hong and said coldly.

He thought of Tuoba Bing, and thought of Tuoba Gu......

So many geniuses in the Golden Horde court all died in the hands of Luo Hong, and behind this son seemed to reflect the terrifying mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

What righteous examples, all righteous lights, are false!

Luo Hong, who was wearing the mask of the evil monarch, threw away the peach blossom branch that had already been shattered, took off the ancient sword and dragged the sword.

"Interesting...... Unexpectedly, you are the one in the world who has the most sober understanding of Ben Gongzi, you are great. ”

Luo Hongdao, with silver hair spread all over his head, dragged the ancient sword and began to walk slowly, and his movements were a little frivolous.

As Luo Hong approached, Wanyan Agnigo actually felt a burst of depression.

He violently drew his bow full of ten thousand stones, and shot arrow after arrow.

However, he found that the white-shirted and silver-haired Luo Hong's body was like a ghost, leaving an afterimage of the Tao in the same place, and his arrows were all shot in the air.

The inexplicable fear and panic in his heart made him lose his peace and proportion as a marksman.

Wanyan gritted his teeth, slammed it on his waist, and a short dagger was picked out by him.

Pierced into his thigh, blood spurted out, and the severe pain made Wanyan Agnigo regain a little clarity.

The repression brought by the evil lord Luo Hong seems to be much less.

The murderous intent condensed in Wanyan's fierce eyes, and blood spurted from his mouth, sprinkled on his hands, and began to seal.

Outside the peach forest.

The little Taoist Hong Baiwei who was watching the battle was a little surprised: "This is the Dao Sect Technique Seal, this Wanyan Flame can even be?" The Five-Rank Thunder Fire Seal, which is urged by essence blood, is extremely lethal!"

"Dao Gate Technique, this is a deep ...... hidden by the flames."

Several people were also curious to look at it.

Wanyan Agni gradually calmed down, thunder fire seal, divine archery technique, plus five-grade martial arts cultivation......

He felt he still had a chance.

Looking at Luo Hong, who was walking lightly and unhurriedly, letting him seal it, the corners of his mouth flashed with coldness, Luo Hong didn't know the horror of the Daomen Five-Rank Thunder Fire Seal!

Arrogant...... It will cost you your life!

Printing speed is getting faster and faster.

Just when Wanyan Agni was breathing quickly and the seal was almost complete.

The silver-haired evil lord Luo Hong suddenly ran and accelerated.

"You have Taoism, I have Buddhism!"

"Hahaha......"

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World-Honored Jizo!"

The words fell.

Wanyan was stunned, what the hell?

His last seal was suddenly stuck, and he couldn't bear it for a long time, and in his mind, a golden-bodied ancient Buddha appeared in an instant, with a full Buddha light and a hundred hands on his back......

Buddhist's supernatural powers?!

The Thousand-Handed Evil Buddha is even more powerful under the amplification of the Evil Lord's Mask.

Wanyan Agni froze completely.

And Luo Hong swept out the ancient sword and slashed out.

The hands that had been sealed by the flames were directly cut off, and blood gushed out......

And Wanyan Agni immediately struggled out of the evil Buddha's will, and he fell to the ground miserably, his eyes were red, and he howled miserably.

In the peach forest.

Dressed in a white monk's robe, the little monk with a delicate and spotless little monk's eyes shrank.

"Buddha's supernatural powers?"

His figure rushed out of the peach forest in an instant, like Feihong stepping on slush and lightly touching the ground, floating away.

"Amitabha...... Lord Luo Shi, stop. ”

Luo Hong held the ancient sword Dijiao, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he looked at the white-clothed monk with a smile on his face.

This little monk is dressed in a white and dustless robe, like a clean white lotus, and his gestures are all Zen.

"Lord Luo Shi, you have killed too deeply, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. ”

The little monk in white said.

Luo Hong's smile became more and more intense.

"Lord Luo Shi, you have a relationship with the Buddha. ”

The little monk in white said again.

Luo Hong put away his sword, stood with his sword, but did not cut the ground and looked at the fire of his broken hand and wailing, but looked at the little monk who was like a white lotus, and said with a smile: "Then you answer a question about this son, what kind of person is this son?"

The answer was good, and Ben Gongzi put down the butcher knife and learned Buddhism to smile. ”

Luo Hong wore the mask of the evil monarch and smiled like a flower.

The little monk in white smiled, and opened his mouth to be Zen.

"Although Lord Luo Shi has killed countless evils, cut off the peach blossoms in the middle of the mountain, accompanied by blood all the way, there are unjust souls, and evil ghosts roar, but everything is because the geniuses of the royal court want to kill the donor, but now the geniuses of the royal court have fallen, and the life of the emperor hangs the butcher's knife up and down, but like the Buddha cutting meat and feeding the eagle, he has a thought of mercy. ”

"The donor is a good person, there is a Buddha in his heart, and he is tired in his heart when he kills. ”

The little monk in white pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled gently, he said this very confidently.

He felt that he had seen through Luo Hong.

Put your palms together and bow slightly.

However, at the moment of bowing, the Earth Jiao Sword accompanied Luo Hong's sneer, slashing through the icy arc, setting off a cold wind, blowing the white monk's robe to hunt.

"Who are you burying and who are you talking about?" Luo Hong said lightly.

The words fell.

Poof.

The head of the fire flew sideways, and the wailing came to an abrupt end.

The blood on his neck was splashed three feet, and the little monk in white with a smile on his face was all red.

If the wind stops, the flowers fall.

The monk smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he froze.

PS: The last chapter of the public chapter.,It's on the shelves in the early morning.,Ask for recommendation votes.