A long drought is a rainy day.

Joyfully!

Under the watchful eye of everyone, Luo Hong pinched to death Cui Kui, who was a four-grade evil cultivator, but his heart seemed to be as sweet as eating honey.

Good!

Evil cultivators are really good people!

Luo Hong is worried that the evil spirit in the dantian has not recovered, which makes his hole cards for this trip to Jiangling Mansion a lot less, and the appearance of Cui Kui is like a ray of sunshine tearing everything apart in the endless darkness, making Luo Hong feel warm all over.

So that's what it is...... There is true love in the world, and there is true love in the world!

Release your hand.

Cui Kui was sucked dry of evil energy, twisted the flesh of his neck, and suddenly lost his strength, his face was still full of horror before death, unbelievable, and ...... Doubt life.

In his pupils, the shock of discovering the great secret seemed to be reflected.

Boom.

With a crisp sound, Cui Kui's body fell into the Roselle Lake, as if entering the arms of Roselle, and sank to the bottom of the lake weakly.

On the surface of the lake, Luo Hong's white clothes were better than snow, and the pure Jun sword was quietly suspended beside him.

The qi of Zhengyang is becoming more and more brilliant, so that many people look at it directly, and they feel a little dazzling, and even want to cry.

Good...... It's so bright!

There are also countless "positive" characters blooming above the head, each of which is the mantra of the saint, so many orthography, like the stars in the night sky, twinkling and shining.

Dead silence, silence.

Cui Kui, the eleventh on the Yellow List, has the peak strength of the fourth grade, and the Tianjiao of the Ghost Sword Sect, but it is in the hands of Luo Hong...... Killed in seconds!

No, it should be said that it was purified!

Cui Kui's evil power could not form any threat in front of Luo Hong at all, and it was completely purified.

Is this the restraint of the system?

"The second on the yellow list, really strong!"

"Five-grade Confucian cultivation, ask the state of mind!"

"Luo Hong is still a disciple of the master, an orthodox Confucian cultivator, Cui Kui is dizzy and dares to provoke Confucian cultivators. ”

"How long has it been since Luo Hong became a disciple of the master? Cui Kui probably didn't expect Luo Hong to become a five-grade Confucian cultivator......"

The surrounding Jianghu guests watching the battle, as well as the monks in the flower boat, all sighed long.

Cui Kui, it's a pity.

The eleventh on the Yellow List, the evil cultivator at the peak of the fourth grade, can even become the existence of the Ghost Sword Sect in the future.

However, he died in this sword appreciation conference for no apparent reason.

The Ghost Sword Sect can also be regarded as a sword cultivator, but it is an alternative kind of sword cultivation, which combines evil and swordsmanship to form a unique ghost sword technique.

The power is very strong, and there are also top powerhouses in the sect.

Even if he met Chu Tiannan, who was the second on the Yellow List, even if he couldn't win, with the weird methods of evil cultivation, it was still possible to retreat with his whole body.

However, Cui Kui met Luo Hong, let alone retreat, and all the evil spirits in his body were purified.

It's miserable......

The essence of evil cultivation lies in the accumulation of evil power, and as a result, the evil evil is evaporated, and there is no threat in an instant, and Luo Hong easily breaks his neck.

Death is desolate.

However, many people were also excited, because they found that Luo Hong closed his eyes.

It seems to be calming down.

"Cui Kui is the eleventh on the Yellow List after all! Even if Luo Hong kills Cui Kui, the consumption will inevitably be large, although he is a Confucian cultivator, but Confucian cultivation purifies evil evils, it requires a great consumption of spiritual power, and he consumes a lot at the moment!"

"He's recovering with his eyes closed, don't give him too much chance to recover!"

"Our chance came, I thought this guy was an iron man, it turns out that he will be tired too!"

In the flower boats, there was a low voice lingering.

Many feel that their opportunity has come!

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

Kill!

Crash!

The flower boat swayed, and one after another air engines rushed into the sky.

The rivers and lakes on the lakeside all shrank their eyes, some sneered, some pouted and despised each other, and some sighed secretly.

Luo Hong is crazy, but he is still human after all......

The wheel battle is very shameless, but the effect is very significant, and it comes down again and again, although Luo Hong kills the other party by thunder every time and shocks the Quartet.

However, once he shows fatigue, those who are ready to move will reveal hideous minions and want to tear Luo Hong apart.

in the crowd.

The woman wearing a veil and carrying a piano case on her back frowned slightly, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

These people are really shameless in wheel warfare, and if it goes on like this......

Luo Hong may really not be able to bear it.

And most importantly...... The monks of the third rank haven't made a move yet.

So far, the monks who have shot are all fifth-grade and fourth-grade monks, and once the third-grade monks make a move, Luo Hong will inevitably fall into a bitter battle.

He can't protect the Drifting Snow Sword.

As soon as she thought of this, the woman's eyes showed sadness, Luo Hongchen's sword was now actually treated as a reward, and even could only be guarded by his descendants, who risked their lives.

Inexplicably it feels a little sad.

on the carriage.

Yuan Blind sat quietly, his old face was full of ravines, although he couldn't see it, but his ears were very bright, and he could hear the stumbling of the people around him clearly.

However, he is very calm, does killing evil cultivators really make Childe consume a lot?

No one really thinks so, does it?

A Confucian cultivator with the virtual appearance of a saint is definitely the nemesis of evil cultivation!

A body of righteousness is enough to purify evil cultivation, and Childe has not even used the Saint's Void Appearance, how much can the consumption be?

However, Yuan's brows were still furrowed.

Because, with Cui Kui's death, there are gradually Sanpin monks in the flower boat who are ready to move.

Those three-rank monks who were originally watching the excitement were ready to make a move.

This sword appreciation conference stipulates that you can participate under the second grade, so the third grade ...... This is the ceiling of this sword appreciation competition.

Of course, there are strong and weak Sanpin, but even if they are weak, they will not be weak.

Therefore, next, for Luo Hong, it is even more dangerous.

Heaven and earth seemed to be quiet.

All forces are watching.

In the low building in the distance, the prefect of Zhang and the commander of the government army were watching.

On the upper floors of Guixiang Building, Chu Tiannan and Lao Huang were also looking out.

The Jianghu guests behind the white jade fence held their breath, and their eyes were teasing in the middle of the flower boat.

On the central flower boat, Wei Qiansui squinted, smiling rather than smiling, with playfulness.

The atmosphere began to grow colder.

After the remnant sun began to gradually disappear down the mountain, it seemed to be half swallowed by Lake Roselle, leaving only half of the boiled egg yolk, exuding a dim yellow halo.

On the surface of the lake, the rich blood disappears endlessly.

A seat in white stood still, with eyes closed.

In the flower boat, a dashing young swordsman pointed his toes on the edge of the flower boat and swung out directly, as if Feihong was stepping on the slush without causing the slightest fluctuation in the lake.

This mastery of power is truly astonishing.

"Aren't you so crazy, if you want to stop this sword appreciation conference alone, then let me meet you in the next meeting. ”

A faint sound lingered, shaking on the surface of the lake.

In the flower boat, many people have come forward, and even the middle-aged man in the Wu family's flower boat has walked out of the cabin and watched this battle seriously, because the person who shot it was a third-grade monk!

A three-rank sword madness sword cultivator.

Luo Hong still maintained a posture of closing his eyes, but he was not pranayama, he was feeling the evil evil that poured into the dantian.

The evil power that was sucked dry by Miss Asura before has finally recovered a little.

"But I finally gave up the third-grade monks, and I thought that you would continue to send the fifth-grade and fourth-grade to send them to death, and use human lives to consume me, so that you third-grade fishermen would sit and reap the fishermen. ”

Luo Hong still closed his eyes and said lightly.

As soon as the words came out, the faces of the Zhou family in the flower boat were extremely ugly, after all, the Zhou family had two fourth-grade deaths, and one fifth-grade, which consumed a lot of talismans, and for the Zhou family, it was definitely a great injury.

And many of the monks in the surrounding flower boats also whispered.

The figure standing on the surface of the lake, facing Luo Hong, smiled.

"Below, the Meteor Sword Sect, Wang Cheng. ”

"Falling Red Boy...... Please advise. ”

Wangcheng Road.

As his words fell.

On the surface of the lake, there was suddenly a sword qi floating out of thin air, and the three products were already able to slightly mobilize the power of heaven and earth for their own use, which belonged to the extraordinary ranks.

Luo Hong opened his eyes suddenly, and glanced at Wang Cheng, who was dressed in a strong suit.

A sword cultivator of the third grade.

Very good, very nice.

Finally come to Sanpin.

Cui Kui died so quickly that Luo Hong didn't even write his name in the booklet, a little regretful, it was at least a hundred sins.

Luo Hong took out a charcoal pen and solemnly wrote the name of Wangcheng on the booklet.

And the royal city also moved.

Step down.

Countless sword qi shot out from under the soles of his feet, and in an instant, the lake water was stirred, making the lake as calm as a mirror be broken in an instant, and one after another water swords burst out, densely packed, turning into flying swords in the sky, and roaring towards Luo Hong.

Five products and three products!

On Lake Roselle, everyone breathed and watched the battle.

The third grade belongs to the transcendent ranks, the top grade monks, although Luo Hong is the second on the yellow list, it should be difficult to win, right?

Despite what everyone thought in their hearts, all eyes were on the battle on the lake.

The wind howled, causing the white shirt on Luo Hong's body to suddenly cling to his body.

Pressure, finally a little pressure.

Sanpin, it's still very strong.

Luo Hong narrowed his eyes, bent his fingers on the pure Jun sword, and the next moment the pure Jun sword suddenly roared out.

In the face of the rain of swords, Chunjun Sword rushed forward alone, looking a little cold and powerless.

However, the Pure Jun Sword was shaky, dodging all the sword rain, like a bird passing through the storm, and the rain did not touch it.

On the surface of the lake, Luo Hong's body shook, and suddenly turned into a white horse on the lake.

To date, he moved for the first time.

The Evil Beads appeared one after another, turning into a sword in front of him, and the Evil Bead Sword roared out, circling rapidly around Luo Hong's body, turning into a Heaven Dou Serial Sword Formation that could be attacked and defended.

Knock knock!

One after another, the sword rain formed by Wang Cheng's foot on the lake exploded outside the Heaven Dou Sword Array, like one brilliant translucent lotus flower after another.

However, these sword rains could not form any barriers.

Seeing this, Wang Cheng's eyes shrank and he shouted.

"It's good to come!"

Then, he rubbed his hands abruptly, and the unsheathed sword suddenly spun rapidly in front of him, and countless sword qi seemed to turn into small dragon scrolls.

"Out!"

The sword slammed out of its sheath, and a fierce sword qi spread out in all directions.

Sword Niansheng, the art of the sword!

With a sword roar like a rapid thunderstorm, the flying sword that was unsheathed and spun at high speed suddenly turned into four.

With a ding, Chunjun stabbed in.

Then, the four white sword lights seemed to turn into four white dragons, and swept towards Luo Hong.

Luo Hong's face was strange.

A low-profile version of the dragon-turning swordsmanship?

Bells and whistles, but flashy.

Luo Hong stood in place, seventy-two Evil Bead Swords were constantly circling, and the Heavenly Dou Serial Sword Array that turned into protected him.

It is like the most powerful defense in the world, an absolute defense, making it difficult for the sword qi of the royal city to get close at all.

Wang Cheng's hair flew and his eyes were round.

"How is that possible?!"

The sword array defense formed by the Five-Rank Life Sword could actually block the sword qi of his Three-Rank Sword Maniac?

"I don't believe it!"

Wang Cheng roared, and the sword qi in his body gushed again, pouring into the flying sword endlessly.

Rumble!

The lake exploded, setting off stormy waves, like two extremely high water walls, spraying water waves, and falling rapidly and silently.

Woooo

The Heaven Dou Sword Formation has dispersed!

A black shadow was instantly shattered by the sword qi.

The four sword qi castrations continued unabated, pouring into the lake, causing the lake to surge, and an explosion wrapped in sword qi suddenly occurred!

However, Wang Cheng's heart changed slightly.

"What about people?"

Wang Cheng was terrified, and after the sword formation, Luo Hong disappeared!

The ghostly form disappears, as if it has evaporated out of thin air.

"You're looking for me?"

Luo Hong said lightly.

Wang Cheng's scalp exploded suddenly.

"Three-grade sword cultivation, let Ben Gongzi be a little disappointed......"

"It's worse than Chu Tiannan. ”

Luo Hong said.

When the words fell, Luo Hong learned from Chu Tiannan at the beginning, and slammed out with his shoulder.

It slammed into Wang Cheng's back.

Boom!

A large cloud of blood mist exploded, and Wang Cheng was knocked away by Luo Hong like a leather ball, and his body smashed and rolled on the surface of the lake completely uncontrollably.

When he suddenly rolled over and got up, his feet pulling two narrow white waves on the surface of the lake, behind him, a shadow trembled, and a black shadow appeared.

And the black shadow flickered, and it turned into Luo Hong's appearance, and appeared behind him in a strange shape.

Shapeshift!

Wang Cheng was at this moment, but his eyes were suddenly bright, waiting for this moment!

Rumble!

A strong coercion erupted from his body, and that was ...... The power of heaven and earth that a monk of the three grades can grasp is also the reason for the transcendence of the three grades.

He wants to use the power of heaven and earth to suppress Luo Hong.

A sharp sword blade popped out of his sleeve and slashed at Luo Hong's neck.

One hit kills!

The power of heaven and earth?

Luo Hong did feel his shoulders sinking, but that's all.

In the center of his eyebrows, the evil god phantom yawned disdainfully, and the sage phantom in the dantian didn't bother to open his eyes.

The power of heaven and earth condensed by the three products of Wangcheng was like a breeze blowing across Luo Hong's cheeks.

Boom!

Luo Hong gently slapped away the sword of the dynasty, and one leg was quickly drawn out like a whip, and it was slammed into Wang Cheng's waist, and his waist seemed to be kicked out.

Wang Cheng's eyes shrank, the power of heaven and earth he induced, how could it be useless?!

What the hell is he......

Edgeworth Sword Cultivation is most afraid of being close.

Especially the martial cultivator with strong qi and blood is close, isn't you Luo Hong a sword cultivator?

How can you do it the same as Wu Xiu?!

Although Luo Hong's martial arts cultivation level is not high, his physical body is not comparable to that of Wang Cheng!

The most important thing is that Luo Hong's ghostly close-quarters means make Wang Cheng unguardable!

Wang Cheng bounced off the surface of the lake again, embarrassed, and coughed up blood in a big gulp, clutching his waist.

He rolled over and got up, and the four flying swords swept abruptly, turning into four white dragons.

"Give me death!"

He was furious!

However, Luo Hong did not change his shape this time.

Instead, he stood in place, the sword charged Chunjun, and the sword qi in the meridians was running, one circle, two circles, three circles......

The next moment, with his fingers tapping lightly, the body of the pure Jun sword groaned softly, like a dragon's groan.

Suddenly roared out, and the sword qi overflowed, forming a white dragon outside the pure jun!

The white dragon rolls the white waves, colliding with the four white Jiao slashed by Wang Cheng!

"This is the Dragon Sword. ”

Luo Hong said lightly.

The white dragon seemed to stretch his waist, and in an instant, the sword qi of the four white Jiao slashed fell apart, Wang Cheng was covered in blood, and his eyes shrank.

The next moment, the sword was held in front of him.

The tip of the Chunjun sword slashed at the sword that Wang Cheng was lying in front of him.

Click......

The sword suddenly cracked, and directly exploded countless sword fragments.

Poof!

The pure Jun sword penetrated Wang Cheng's chest, and it was wrapped in great force, as if the white dragon was grabbing Wang Cheng and rushing into the sky.

Luo Hongjian pointed and slowly hooked.

Seventy-two swords of the Evil Bead suddenly turned into black rays and swept out of the sky, staggered and swept across the sky, and then, the tip of the sword pointed downward, turning into a black sword rain.

A rain of swords fell.

Poof, poof, poof!

The sword pierces the body!

The falling rain of swords poured into the body again, piercing the body.

Wang Cheng was drenched in blood in the rain of swords that staggered up and down, and his body was uncontrollably like a leather ball driven by the power of the sword piercing his body, and one after another clouds of blood mist exploded, and he was slashed to pieces, and he was lifeless in an instant.

on the lake.

Standing in white, his sword fingers were raised, and blood was raining above his head.

Slightly sideways, looking at all the guests who fell into a dead silence on the lake, and finally, his eyes fell on Wei Qiansui's face on the board of the central flower boat, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Sanpin...... But that's it. ”

"Is there anyone else?"

"If not, Drifting Snow Sword, I will take it back for my uncle. ”

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