It rained heavily, like the fury of heaven.

In the atrium of Zhao's mansion, which was ravaged by heavy rain, Zhao Donghan let out a low roar and killed two seven grade martial arts practitioners endlessly.

He was not afraid of death and fought with his life, which made the two seven grade martial arts practitioners a little afraid.

One person entangled the two, but Zhao Donghan was anxious.

Because there is also a seven grade Taoist in the main hall, and the young master is only facing the Taoist, he is anxious.

How do nine products fight seven products?

Although the gap between low-grade products is not as great as that between high-grade products, it is not easy to fight across the second grade products?

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Donghan roared and breathed his Qi and blood. He threw two fists at the rain curtain. Lengsu, the two seven grade martial arts practitioners, also punched.

Two fists against four.

The sky of the explosion falls, the rain drops are constantly broken, burst out a mass of water mist.

Zhao Donghan's legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, but he slipped several meters backward, and his legs were bloody.

His double fists are even more distorted, and the skin on them is blurred, showing ferocious iron bones.

In the distance.

The two seven grade martial arts practitioners stood, their blood gas was evaporating all over them, and the burst of Qi and blood formed a fuzzy blood coat on their body surface.

Leng Su's eyes were fixed on Zhao Donghan.

However, Zhao Donghan stood up wobbly with a low roar in his throat. He leaned over and stepped on three feet of water and rushed to kill him.

"I used to kill Hu people with general Saibei!"

Zhao Donghan roared and his eyes turned red. "Today, I will protect my son when I die!"

The cold night sky, such as the column of rainstorm.

Each drop covers the earth of depression.

Zhao Donghan slouched and hugged a man, and kept rushing forward, letting his opponent's strong elbow hit him on the back.

Blood coughs.

With one against two, he may not be able to win. Zhao Donghan knew in his heart that what he could do was to hold them down.

Wait for housekeeper Chen to help!

……

Nine to seven?

Can you say that?

Wei Wuxian, arrogant and arrogant, came to perform a secret mission to kill the offspring of luorentu, who had just returned to the north of the great wall and was able to massacre Hu Bing by 100000 people. It broke the relationship between zhenbeiwang and luorentu and set off the contradiction between zhenbeiwang and the prince.

He once sighed that the young master and young lady of the Luo family were so innocent that they became the victims of the court court battle.

But I never thought that the young master of the Luo family was so arrogant.

There is still an eight grade gap between the nine grades and the seven grades. Unless the master of the Luo family gets the true legend of the Hualong sword, it is possible for the nine grades to kill the seven grades.

What's more, he was a Taoist monk who came out of Longhu Mountain in Dazhou. He had been practicing on Longhu Mountain for many years, and he was not an ordinary monk of a small sect.

Luo Hong holds the sword and looks at Wei Wuxian calmly.

This Zhao house is really a pit.

Originally Luo Hong was not sure, but now he is.

Luo Hong didn't expect that he would be killed by the three seven grades. Was his evil cultivation exposed?

Otherwise, why would he be killed by the three seven masters?

Where did he get his face?

But think of what Wei Wu Xian said before, he Luo Hong may be the general's son?

Luo Hong frowned, thinking about his mysterious missing father. Maybe Related to the missing father?

Thinking of this, Luo Hong couldn't help breathing out a breath.

People are missing, leaving such a mess for their son and daughter.

What an incompetent father.

In Luo Hong's memory, his simple and honest father's face gave a deep impression.

Is the father in debt?

Holding the sword, Luo Hong's eyes moved to Wei wuyian, who was floating with Xuan Huang Fu paper.

"Bewitch Zhao Fu, kidnap my sister, design to kill me, can you say why?"

Luo Hong asked.

Wei Wu Xian raised his hand. A piece of dark yellow paper on his fingertip rippled like seaweed.

"I blame you for your bad birth. Now, most of the world wants your brother and sister to die."

Wei Wuxian said with a smile.

"Die early and get rid of it early, or you will go crazy when you feel the oppression and malice brought by this world."

Wei Wuxian's words made Luo Hong curl his lips.

Most of the world wants him and Luo to die?

This made Luo Hong feel a little shocked, but after the shock, he felt a little unnamed anger.

Who did he mess with Xiaozhao?!

Why should we die?!

Luo Hong's eyes gradually became indifferent. He was not a good man. Since he got the villain's Handbook, Luo Hong was determined to be a bad man.

Now it seems that the world They are forcing him to be a villain.

"Well, if you know less, you will not be so painful to die. Otherwise, you will be unwilling to die on the way to huangquan, and you will be filled with resentment, and you will not even be able to enter the way of reincarnation."Wei Wu Xian's slender hand pointed to Luo Hong and said, "I'm sorry.

Whew!

Sharp voice, suddenly covered the roar of the rainstorm, tearing the silence of the night.

The dark yellow paper was burned by fire out of thin air.

Luo Hong holds his sword, and his eyes coagulate. He finds nine flaming fireballs floating above the main hall.

"Taoist art!"

Luo Hong fixed her eyes and thought of Wei Wuxian's self introduction. She had taken care of her name before.

Now I remember that Wei Wuxian mentioned the dragon and Tiger Mountain in his self introduction.

"Big Zhou, dragon and tiger mountain?"

Luo Hongdao.

"Are you from the Zhou Dynasty?"

Su Luohong.

Wei wuyian smiles coldly. With a wave of his hands, a piece of Xuan Huang Fu paper is constantly entrenched around his body. Each piece of Fu paper is as sharp as a dagger, sweeping like a whirlwind, trying to cut off Luo Hong's head.

Luo Hongmeng brandished his sword and chopped at the flames.

The huge strength made Luo Hong's face slightly changed and his body was forced to retreat.

Wei Wuxian seems to have everything under control.

The door of the main hall of Zhao's mansion was closed and sealed, breaking Luo Hong's escape route.

Luo Hong's back hit hard on the door, nine fireballs with scorching heat, hit hard, as if to burn Luo Hong to fly ash!

Luo Hong couldn't take care of it and rolled over on the ground.

He got up, picked up the bodies of several guards with one hand and collided with the fireball.

The bodies that collided were instantly burnt into coke.

With a sword in one hand, Luo Hong's face was as gloomy as dead water.

The sword Qi in the meridians of the body runs wildly.

One, two, three

Fold the sword!

In a flash, there were five folds, and there were sharp Qi engines all over the body.

Wei Wu Xian's eyes shrunk, "good talent! Even the talented swordsman who guards the sword Tomb of the Liu family in Daxia doesn't dare to do so. "

Luo Hong folded his sword in one hand, and on the other side he kept picking up the corpse on the ground to resist the fireball.

As for all the ten daggers that swept the paper, Luo Hong had to jump to avoid it.

On the body, however, many wounds were cut out, blood spilled out, and the soaked white clothes were dyed red.

"If you succeed in folding swords, I'm afraid you'll have the best fighting power. As a monk, I'm afraid you'll suffer a small loss."

"I have to kill you quickly."

Wei Wuxian's eyes gradually lost their emotion and became murderous.

He slipped a piece of Rune paper out of his thick sleeve robe, which was different from the black yellow Rune paper. It was a red Rune paper, on which the mysterious symbols were painted in gold and ink.

Throw out the red rune.

Luo Hong only felt the pressure of the whole main hall skyrocketing.

However, he saw that the Fu paper soared in the air and turned into a red Fu Jiashi. The Jiashi was dressed in red armor, holding a long halberd, and then he split his head at Luo Hong.

If a halberd is split enough, Luo Hong is afraid that it will be split in two.

"One on one, shameless thing."

He scolded him.

Wei Wuxian's face was drawn, and he didn't speak. He beat nine out of seven, and he also used Chifu Jiashi. It's really a rogue.

However

At this time, Luo Hong was laughing.

He stared at Wei wuyian with his eyes.

"Do you know?"

"I like to deal with you frail friars most."

Luo Hongdao.

Wei Wuxian controls the red Fu Jia. He is stunned when he hears this.

What do you mean?

Luo Hong is full of nine sword Qi. He feels the sharp pain in the meridians, and his killing chance surges.

A sword splits out, the thick sword spirit seems to illuminate every corner of the main hall.

When Fu Jia's long halberd fell, Luo Hong's sword Qi ran through the air and collided with the long halberd, giving off a piercing roar.

"Stand up!"

In the explosion, there was a deep voice that seemed to sing.

Wei Wuxian only felt cold all over.

However, Luo Hong, who was stained with blood, was as bright as a rainbow in the sun. He almost blinded his eyes.

However, in the main hall.

The dead bodyguards, and the dead Zhao family leader's corpse, were like black squirming ink.

Then

The shadows of these corpses actually got up from the ground, wriggling and turning into substance.

Wei Wu Xian saw this, only felt the chill surge from the soles of his feet.

This Magic?!

This is Luo Hong Evil repair?!

"Jie Jie..."

All of a sudden.

Wei Wuxian is cold behind him.

I don't know when, in his shadow, there is a big figure standing, suddenly hugging him. The power of eight grade martial arts cultivation level makes Wei Wuxian unable to earn away!

"You..."Wei Wuxian was shocked.

Luo Hong was stained with blood and his mouth curled.

"One on one, you have to."

The summoned evil shadows all over the room fluttered up and entangled the red talisman.

But Hu Shuiping's evil shadow "Jie Jie" sneers.

Luo Hongjian points to the ground, hands folded on the handle, looking at Wei Wuxian, slowly raised his clean chin.

"No one can kill seven products."

Hu Shuiping's evil shadow and scarlet eyes suddenly lit up like a candle. He held out his hand and clasped Wei Wuxian's mouth. The high-speed rotating crutches stabbed out directly, with a sound explosion that vibrated the air.

Penetrate into Wei Wuxian's mouth, wring his mouth, through the back jaw, through the whole head!

Wei Wuxian's body, which was held by the evil shadow of Di Shan, was like a fish beating.

Evil repair!

This son is evil repair unexpectedly!

The light in his eyes, with indignation and unwillingness, stares at Luo Hong, who is full of positive Qi, and gradually loses his vitality.

I don't want to die.

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