This is really Luo Hong's heartfelt emotion, and he has never had any pretentious feelings.

This confrontation simply refreshed his three views.

It turns out that a high-grade monk can be so strong!

A sword rolls the sun and the moon, and a shot stirs up the world!

Compared with his move to kill a few seven- or eight-grade evil cultivators, there is nothing to be excited about at all.

The sky dome outside Anping County.

A white Jiao rose against the storm, and it actually collided with the rain gun that gathered the raindrops of the heavens and the earth!

It was like a waterfall cascading down from the sky, crashing into the ground and exploding with a deafening roar.

The rainstorm began to vent again, as if to vent the unhappiness and anger of being controlled by mortals, the sound of the rain became more and more intense, the wind shouted more and more, and the thunder was even more deafening!

The earth seemed to be shaken by the rain.

However, even such a magnificent rainstorm could not hide the battle between the two figures on the sky.

Bai Jiao crisscrossed the heavens and the earth, a green mang, a silver light rolled away thousands of rainstorms, wrapped around Bai Jiao's body, constantly clashing.

Their speed was too fast, except for a few high-grade monks, normal people couldn't see clearly, they could only see the collision of light clearly, and as for the specific details of the confrontation, they didn't know anything.

However, even if you haven't seen it clearly, you still know that this confrontation is absolutely fierce.

Luo Hong regained his wild running posture, ran in the heavy rain, trampled on the long street and splashed three and a half feet, came to the bottom of the city tower, kicked on it, and the next moment, it was swaying along the wall.

"Who?!"

On the castle tower, the defenders of the city, whose armor was soaked in rain, let out a roar.

When they saw Luo Hong, who was full of silver hair, they were slightly shocked.

The most important thing is that Luo Hong's white shirt is stained with blood, even if it is a torrential rain, it can't wash away the strong blood on his body.

"It's a red boy, don't be too nervous. ”

Ziwei was wearing the uniform of the messenger of Dali Temple, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and floated over, saying.

When many of the soldiers defending the city heard this, they stopped pestering and put down their weapons.

Luo Hong's name is now thunderous in Anping County, and the confrontation between the two masters outside the city at this moment is actually for Luo Hong to a large extent.

"Young man Luohong, come with me. ”

Ziwei smiled sweetly at Luo Hong, and then covered the top of Luo Hong's head with an oil-paper umbrella to block the rainstorm for him.

Luo Hong didn't say anything.

The two of them walked on the city tower, and in the distance, Luo Feng and Fang Zheng stood in the torrential rain.

Luo Feng carried a knife on his waist, turned his head and saw Luo Hong in a white shirt and wearing a mask, but found that Luo Hong's positive yang qi was as bright as the scorching sun, becoming stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Lao Luo, slum gopher street, evil cultivators...... I've just come from over there, and there's a mess to clean up. ”

Luo Hong said.

Old Luo Luofeng's face twitched slightly, but Luo Hong's words later attracted his attention.

He bowed slightly, looked sideways at Fang Zheng, and motioned for Fang Zheng to go for a walk.

Fangzheng's face was full of reluctance.

He wants to see the battle of the second grade!

"What do you see, you are just a seven-grade, you know a fart?!"

Luo Feng scolded with a smile.

Although Fang Zheng felt that what Luo Feng said made sense, he still felt offended.

However, as the envoy of Dali Temple, he still chose to go to Gopher Street.

"Ziwei, do you want to go together?"

Fang Zheng turned his head to look at Ziwei.

"Don't, don't, I'll hold an umbrella for the red boy, you go by yourself. ”

Ziwei rolled her eyes, shook her head, and then stared at the battle on the sky dome with great interest.

Fangzheng's face darkened, this is probably a fake teammate, he feels abandoned by the world.

Turning around, he jumped down from the city tower lonely.

Luo Hong wore the mask of the Evil Monarch, and exuded a unique evil spirit all over his body.

Luo Feng seemed to feel something, and stared at Luo Hong for a while.

However, he only felt that Luo Hong's positive yang qi was getting stronger and stronger, so he withdrew his gaze and looked at the battle in the sky.

Although Luo Feng is a five-rank martial arts cultivator, he ...... He didn't understand this battle either.

All he could see was a terrible confrontation, a collision of stirring celestial phenomena.

However, the details of the collision between Steward Chen and the gun king Yuan Chenggang's sword and the gun, he couldn't see through it at all.

Even, his eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of the two.

On the castle tower, the torrential rain continued.

The atmosphere was a little dreary.

Luo Feng turned his head and glanced at Luo Hong, only to find that Luo Hong's eyes were turning rapidly following the two streamers that kept colliding on the sky.

"You understand?"

Luo Feng asked curiously.

Luo Hong didn't look back, still staring at the fierce battle on the sky dome, and replied.

"Why can't you read it?"

Luo Feng: "......"

Who is this kid pretending to be?

The posture is quite in place, but he can't understand the fifth-grade martial arts cultivator, how can you understand an eight-rank sword cultivator?

In fact, Luo Hong really understood, and under the augmentation of the Evil Monarch's mask, his gaze also kept up with the movements of Steward Chen and Yuan Chenggang.

......

Heavy rain poured down, washing away the mud in the mountains.

Compared with the heavy rain of Tiangong's angry roar, the small hillside mountain is particularly warm.

Sandalwood is long, children hold umbrellas and make tea.

Wen Tianxing sat on the Taishi chair, the rain did not touch his body, while tasting the famous Bichao tea in Anping County, while enjoying the mighty second-grade battle on the sky.

Those two are not ordinary second-class products, they are both demonic second-class products with the appearance of topping the list.

Wen Tianxing smiled, and his palm gently patted the gauntlet.

"What a great fight. ”

"Be rewarded. ”

"Unfortunately, this battle is coming to an end. ”

At this point, the old man stroked his beard and glanced in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and north.

These guys, what are you waiting for?

Finally, the old man's gaze was fixed on the castle tower.

Well?

Wen Tianxing was stunned and narrowed his eyes, this son dared to stand in the city tower in such a high-profile manner......

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a hint of playfulness, and he summoned a child.

"Change your clothes, go to the city tower, attack this bold Luo Hong, and make his identity public, but don't kill him, you have to take a breath, go early and return early, and wait for you to make tea." ”

The little boy bowed down to receive the order, and the next moment, the robe on his body was torn, turned into a night robe, and rushed into the rainstorm, and as he rushed forward, his body seemed to turn into raindrops.

......

On the castle tower.

Luo Hong, who was wearing the mask of the Evil Monarch, was extremely sensitive, felt Wen Tianxing's gaze, and turned his head to look at the old man who was enjoying the rain on the hill.

"Who is that old man?"

Luo Hong asked Ziwei beside him.

"You mean Taifu Wen, he is from the capital, and he is the prince's teacher. ”

Ziwei said.

"Full name, what's your last name?"

Luo Hong said again.

"Wen Tianxing. ”

Ziwei didn't hide it, although it was strange why Luo Hong asked this, but it wasn't a secret.

Luo Hong nodded, secretly remembering it in his heart.

This old man...... It's not a good thing at first glance.

......

Outside Anping County, there are four directions in the southeast, northwest and northwest.

There are strong people standing, and the rainstorm falls all day long, but it evaporates out of thin air at a distance of one zhang around them, and the rain does not touch their bodies.

"Yuan Chenggang may lose again, the Dragon Sword is the Dragon Sword after all, even if it falls, it is still powerful......"

"However, compared to the defeat of the three swords back then, Yuan Chenggang is now much stronger, enough to reach the top ten of the Heavenly List of Great Xia. ”

The old Taoist smiled and stroked his beard.

Suddenly.

The old Taoist sensed something, squinted his eyes, and turned his head to look in the direction of the city tower.

I couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"What a smell. ”

......

Luo Hong stood on the city tower, his white clothes fluttering by the wind in the rainstorm.

Luo Hong, who was wearing a mask, suddenly felt a sense of crisis attacking.

Well?

Luo Hong turned his head and looked at Ziwei, who didn't know anything.

He glanced at Luo Feng, who pretended to understand the battle.

Eyebrows tufted slightly, the crisis didn't come from these two people, where did it come from?

A drop of rain slapped on Luo Hong's face, and there was a feeling of pain.

"Rain ......"

Luo Hong's eyes suddenly froze.

In the next moment, I found that on the female wall of the city tower, drops of rain gathered and turned into a squatting figure.

The rain man put his fingers together, and his vitality surged, making the rain turn into a sharp blade, approaching Luo Hong.

"Luo Hong, the son of Luo Rentu, is here !!!"

And in the mouth of the rain, there was a roar like a bell.

The sound was loud and loud from the castle tower.

Outside Anping County, the sound of heavy rain has become quiet.

The next moment, there was a stream of low laughter.

Luo Feng reacted, his heart sank, and his complexion suddenly changed, something bad happened!

"Look for death!"

The qi and blood on his body turned into armor, and a punch smashed out like thunder, smashing the rain sword blade, but the sword blade of the seventh grade power is nothing, but the trouble is not this.

The rain man didn't love to fight, his goal was achieved, so he planned to jump off the city wall and turn into rain, and escape with thaumaturgy, even Luo Feng of the fifth grade couldn't help him.

"Who sent you?"

And Luo Hong stared at the rain man calmly and said.

The rain man did not respond, nor did he bother to respond.

Luo Hong raised his hand and shook it in the void.

If you don't speak, you just want to run?

The rain man was shocked, and in his shadow reflected on the female wall, a thick black hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his ankle!

PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket~