Chapter 48

The quiet Anping County is as bright as day.

The entrenched white boa turns into a white dragon, roaring at the rainy night. The sword Qi, like a waterfall, evaporates the raindrops falling all over the sky.

In Baijiao, steward Chen has a green shirt. His breath seems to connect with heaven and earth.

The white dragon was fierce and flew by like a mountain and river burst.

In the east of Anping County, the yellow mud flows on the slope.

The old Taoist's brush burst, and he coughed up a lot of blood in his mouth. There were sword marks on his body.

The whole man rolled down the slope and turned into a clay figurine,

"although he didn't make nine swords turn into dragons, four swords turn into dragons, but it's worth mentioning!"

The old Taoist transformed himself into a clay figurine. He took a mud stained gourd and pulled out the plug. It was like madness. Rain and wine were mixed and poured into his throat.

After that, from the sleeve robe to grab a large number of Fu paper, do not like money to throw.

There is a trend in the hills, which suddenly rises to the sky, making the rain fall all over the sky roll up.

In the north, the open plains suddenly thundered.

The man with fur and beard standing on the back of the bloody horse was covered with blood and flesh.

The horse under him was blown apart.

The whole open ground was blasted out of a deep pit. He stood in the pit, his mouth and nose bleeding, and there was a little blood oozing from Danfeng's eyes.

"What a dragon sword..."

Hu people sneer. The exquisite leather boots are raised, and one foot is on the gorgeous bow. The uninjured arm pulls the string again. The rain from heaven and earth keeps gathering and turns into an ice arrow on the bow string.

The cold is everywhere.

In the west, an old tree seems to be struck by thunder.

The big man on the tree punched the void in the arm. In an instant, his flesh and blood were cut away by the sword Qi, leaving only his bones.

The man bared his teeth and laughed.

He took out the black iron spear on his back, whistled and swung it with one arm. It broke out like a whip and threw the black iron spear.

Such as thunder, the sound is still there, the spear has turned into an invisible black line, straight across Anping County that sword in the air of a seat of green.

In the south, the black robe evil repair standing on the current solitary boat, his whole body evil spirit seemed to be evaporated by the sword gas, issued a shrill howl, knelt in the bow of the boat, his whole body was trembling, his scarlet eyes were angry, and he turned into a night crow blocking the sky, flapping his wings one after another.

……

Anping County.

Steward Chen stepped on a bronze sword and carried it on his back like a peerless Sword Fairy.

His eyes as usual, the rain all over the sky can't get close to his body.

Countless swords converged and gradually disappeared between the heaven and the earth. The white dragon, which blocked the sky, rushed into the sky, as if to cut off the dark clouds of the surging rainstorm.

Green shirt hunting, housekeeper Chen no longer pay attention to the friars in the southeast, northwest and four directions outside Anping County.

The four second products are from Dazhou, Dachu, Saibei and the evil gate of heaven and earth

The four may not be in the same group, but the purpose is the same.

Chen Tianxuan is still in the city. They dare not enter the city, but they can choose to get involved outside the city and let the killers in Anping County kill Luo Hong and Luo Xiaoxiao.

A sword beats four people. Housekeeper Chen thinks they should retire.

However, steward Chen didn't expect that the four men were brave and fearless of death. They broke out killing moves just to involve him.

"To die!"

Housekeeper Chen's eyebrows filled with anger.

These people, just want to kill young master and young lady?!

……

It seems to be isolated from the world.

Out of the window planted a few beautiful plantains, in the rain vent, the sound is all clear.

Wen Tianxing sits on the rocking chair, and his eyes are turbid, looking at the banana leaf that looks like the swaying posture of a beautiful girl.

"One sword is superior to four or two. It's really a great master of swordsmanship in the great Xia Dynasty."

"If the prince is here, I'm afraid he will smile and be rewarded."

The old man clapped his hands and laughed.

The two children came respectfully and helped the old man up.

"Go, go to Zhao's house."

"Help in the abyss."

"I'd like to formally meet the son of Luo rentu."

The old man chuckled.

A child took a bamboo umbrella, and Ling Yi took a new stove and helped the old man out of Luohua hospital.

……

Zhao house.

Luo Hong, leaning on his sword, calmly looks at the dead Wei Wuxian.

The Qipin Daoxiu of dragon and tiger mountain is very powerful.

However, this guy was careless and made the same mistake as Hu Shuiping.

Di Shan's evil shadow can't break away from each other with his physical body. Therefore, the final result is death.

Of course, maybe Wei Wuxian couldn't have imagined that Luo Hong's bright Zhengyang Qi was no weaker than his upright Confucian cultivation, but he was an evil cultivation behind his back.Hu Shuiping and di Shan's evil shadow float behind Luo Hong, and Wei Wuxian's body falls to the ground powerlessly.

Without Wei Wuxian's mana control, the red talisman also directly disintegrated and turned into a red talisman and burned out.

All the evil shadows in the house were gone.

Luo Hong holding a sword, white shirt stained with blood, calmly went to Wei wuyian's body.

"Stand up."

In the elixir field, the bead of evil spirit rolls and the spirit of evil spirit sweeps.

Luo Hong's voice is like singing.

Want to call Wei Wuxian's Qipin evil shadow.

However, it was a clear failure.

Even three times, Wei Wuxian's body was indifferent, and the evil shadow was never born.

"It's a damned street fighting skill."

Luo Hong finally couldn't help but scold secretly. He failed three times. Wei Wuxian's evil shadow couldn't be summoned.

Hum

In Wei Wuxian's corpse, there is a little radiance surging, gathering into a blooming flower.

This is the spiritual cultivation of Taoism. It is obvious that Wei Wuxian only produced one flower.

In the face of this soul flower, Hu Shuiping and the evil shadow of Di Shan suddenly flew on it and ate the soul flower.

Luo Hong can feel that the strength of these two evil shadows seems to have been improved.

There is a tendency to break the eight grades.

Luo Hong's eyebrows were picked, and he vomited out his melancholy, which made him feel more comfortable.

Holding the sword, he cut off Wei Wuxian's head.

Luo Hong picked it up, turned and walked towards the heavy rain like atrium, where Zhao was still struggling.

Hu Shuiping and di Shan's evil shadow ran into his shadow.

With a strange smile, Luo Hong raised his foot and opened the closed door.

The torrential rain mixed with the cold wind wantonly vent.

Luo Hong looked at the atrium.

At a glance, Luo Hong saw Zhao Donghan lying on the ground, the rain beating his body, and his hands tightly clasped the ankles of the two seven grade martial arts practitioners, not letting them go to the main hall.

Two Wu Xiu cold face, constantly stamp Zhao Donghan's palm, will step on the palm of flesh and blood.

Zhao Dong is spitting blood foam in Hankou, but he laughs wantonly and crazily. His consciousness has been blurred for a long time, and he sticks to it only by a will.

Torrential rain crazy fall, raindrops hit the ground, splashing hazy mist.

Luo Hong stared at Zhao Donghan, his heart trembled.

The two seven grade martial arts practitioners suddenly turn their heads and look at Luo Hong who kicks open the main hall gate. They can't believe it.

Luo Hong came out alive, which means Wei Wuxian, a seven grade Taoist priest, died.

Nine to seven?

Fake.

The two seven grade martial arts practitioners didn't struggle, but Zhao Donghan couldn't hold it, and his palms gradually fell off their ankles.

Luo Hong laughed.

He threw Wei Wuxian's head out directly, slapped it like a ball, splashed water half a foot high, and rolled down a distance in the uneven atrium.

Wu Xiu's eyes shrank.

Wei Wuxian It's really dead!

"You two, if you would like to ask, what's your surname..."

"Well, I don't want to know."

Luo Hong shook his head and put his hand in his arms.

Half of the mask with a gentle smile came out.

Sword in one hand and mask in the other.

Luo Hong stepped into the rainstorm step by step.

Such as the column of rain, pouring down, slapping on his body, splashing scattered fine water.

Luo Hongyang's chin is smooth and clean, and the corner of his mouth rises, with a cold radian.

"My son Now I just want to kill you. "

That's all.

Luo Hong pressed the half mask on his face.

In a flash, his hair was black and silver.

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