My Young Lord Is Really Righteous Chapter 65: ? Then I will be more crazy than you
The heavy rain roared down like a waterfall.
Heaven and earth are like a dragon hissing, resounding everywhere, surrounded by heavy sounds that are difficult to suppress.
slum, Gopher Street.
Luo Hong walked out of the pork shop with a flat voice, but the torrential rain roared over the sky and the earth, causing the novice monk in rotten monk robe who stood up from the roof to reveal an incomparably ridiculously loud voice. laugh.
"One person becomes an army? You said you can become an army alone?"
"The poor monk practiced this technique, excavated seven or eight mass graves, how many graves were laid, how many coffins were opened! You are a righteous son-in-law, a sword-cultivator, how can you say Do you too? Do you think you are the great immortal master of Kunlun Palace who can cast beans into soldiers?!"
The novice monk laughed sarcastically on the roof.
The words of Luo Hong showed endless mockery.
is in control of 1,872 walking corpses. He alone is worth an army of 1,000 people. This is what he is most proud of.
However, the son-in-law, who is in front of him, actually intends to compete with him on the item he is most proud of.
Why are you a sword repairer? !
Luo Hong's face was as usual, even if he was insulted by the novice, he didn't change much.
He walked out step by step and walked to Zhao Donghan who was soaked in the rainstorm.
Zhao Donghan is a little weak, and the blood circulation is exhausted. He is sleepy and wants to sleep.
"The son..."
Zhao Donghan raised his head, and the rain clouded his eyes again. Looking at a white robe walking in the rainstorm, Zhao Donghan felt that this scene seemed familiar.
Luo Hong smiled without saying anything.
patted Zhao Donghan on the shoulder.
After that, I took over from Zhao Donghan the long knife that had chopped many corpses, but was still sharp.
Luo Hong thinks this knife is particularly useful.
This is a private knife belonging to Zhao Donghan, and now Luo Hong has temporarily requisitioned it.
The tip of the knife hit the ground, and Luo Hong held the knife, and was drenched by the rainstorm.
The hair sticks to his cheeks, and the rain washes his skin on his forehead.
He stared at the novice monk and raised his chin slightly.
"You said... what's going on with Chen Tianxuan's own difficulty?"
Luo Hong asked.
On the roof, the novice monk wiped a handful of rain and grinned sharply.
"Don't you know?"
After , the arc of the smile on the corner of the mouth grew wider and wider: "Then I can't tell you."
The novice monk said, laughing to himself, crazy.
Luo Hong curled his lips.
ding bell.
The novice monk's smile ceased instantly, and he shook the silver bell in his hand suddenly, and suddenly, the crisp silver bell began to explode in the heavy rain.
Those stiff walking corpses that were watered by the rain were instantly like hungry wolves in the dark night, with green eyes lit up, staring at Luo Hong, stepping on the splashing mud, and flying towards him.
Killing intent, instantly intertwined the rain from the sky, turning it into a spider web, coming towards Luo Hong's web.
And the ghosts that are under control are also under the control of other evil cultivators, and they fly towards Luo Hong.
Luo Hong frowned, the meaning of this novice monk's words, is it... Butler Chen is in danger?
It shouldn’t be. With the strength of Steward Chen, who in Anping County can bring him danger?
However, this is not the time to think about these things.
Facing the walking dead, Luo Hong did not dare to be too careless.
The sword qi in the meridian of revolves, and the sword qi continuously stacks ten times amid the roar of the rainstorm.
fold sword air with swords.
slammed a knife sharply, and the majestic sword aura suddenly whistled and torn apart, cutting the rain curtain falling from the sky like a column into a divided line.
Using the sword as a sword, cut out a sharp sword.
噗噗!
The leading walking corpse who swooped down was chopped in half, but the sword's energy was still there, and it was chopped all the way down.
two, three, five... ten...
Kill ten walking corpses with one sword!
Even the novice monk standing on the roof couldn't help but shrink.
"This sword is so domineering!"
The novice monk exhaled.
However, Yinling shook more and more violently, but this kind of sword energy...You can cut a few swords!
Luo Hong did not continue to pour sword energy into the long sword, because he knew that if this continued, his sword energy would be exhausted sooner or later.
raised his head, and glanced at the black sky that was constantly falling raindrops.
What happened to Steward Chen?
Will something happen to Luofu?
I don't know why, Luo Hong feels a little anxious.
The roar of the walking corpse exploded.
Guisha's roar came close to Luo Hong with a deep sullen air.
Luo Hong glanced at the rushing Gui Sha, and suddenly raised his hand to grasp Gui Sha's face.
The evil spirit rolls in the dantian, and the evil spirit is almost instant...the ice melts and the snow melts.
outside.
The rainstorm slapped the hat frantically.
The evil repairmen wearing hats, staring at the ghosts that melted in an instant, took a deep breath.
"A strong positive energy...It is worthy of being an example of justice in Anping County. A righteous spirit is invaded by ghosts and gods!"
"His righteous qi is too strong, as if the sun is shining all over, take back the ghost evil, otherwise it will only be purified by his righteous qi."
A Wei Xie Xiu made a decision in his heart.
and in front of the pork shop.
After Luo Hong absorbed the evil spirits of several ghosts, he felt the evil spirits become bigger again.
It's a pity that those evil cultivators have taken away the ghosts, otherwise...these ghosts, how many come, how much he eats!
Boom!
The walking corpses flew up.
Luo Hong did not continue holding the knife, holding the upright handle of the knife in front of him with his hand, and the moment his slender fingers touched the handle of the bundled cloth, the white body on his body was watered by the heavy rain. The shirt suddenly shook, and countless raindrops were shattered into misty mist.
Luo Hong's face is cold, walking in the heavy rain.
stepped out, waved the long knife in his hand, and smashed a raindrop.
swiftly swinging the knife, the blade rubbed the raindrops and buzzed, like a steel whip whizzing and dancing, wrapped in raindrops, the cool breeze slapped.
The long knife wrapped in sword energy was close, and with a pressure on the right elbow, a half of a walking corpse was split open, with the knife and legs, several walking corpses turned over, like a windmill turning in the rain, and finally fiercely Slap on the ground, splashing muddy water two feet.
Luo Hong uses a knife as a whip, and constantly beats, every beat engulfing his domineering sword spirit, so he sinks vigorously.
But every walking corpse that was knocked into the air will sweep a vacuum out of the surrounding area, so that Luo Hong will not be surrounded by the walking corpse all at once.
With sword energy and sword, Luo Hong is very focused at this moment. He knows that he lacks the actual combat skills, and he can sharpen himself through this battle with the walking dead.
Luo Hong finally felt tired, even if a seventh-rank martial artist like Zhao Donghan chopped down two hundred walking corpses, it was exhausted into a pool of mud, let alone Luo Hong.
Soon, Luo Hong began to gasp, there was a loophole in his movement, and a bunch of walking corpses swarmed up.
rounded him up.
on the roof.
The novice monk saw Luo Hong using his walking corpse to practice the sword. He was furious, but when he saw it, he was happy.
"Even the long-term martial arts are beaten by the army of poor monks and walking corpses. It is difficult for you to last. You are an eighth-grade sword repairman, dare to be so arrogant...
"Children, give me a piece of him!"
The novice monk's eyes are full of fierce light.
on the roof, the left and right feet are swaying, while the silver bell is swaying.
The silver bell suddenly burst, throwing away the rain and turning into a cloud of dust like fog.
"This is it?"
"Also worthy of a single person to form an army? Ridiculous, ridiculous!"
The novice monk laughed.
suddenly.
The walking corpses that were like stacking arhats, which suppressed Luo Hong, were suddenly shocked. First, the rain exploded, and then...the walking corpses were opened vigorously.
A burst of sword aura bloomed like a flower, bursting out of the swing of the sword.
Luo Hong bent his back~IndoMTL.com~ swayed, his body was stained with blood, and he didn’t know when he wore half of a smiling face mask, black silk turned silver hair, a knife in one hand, and the rain flowed along the edge of the mask. The chin converged into a water line and dripped.
The novice monk squinted, did not speak, and shook the silver bell again, killing intent like a waterfall!
In Gopher Street, there are many more walking corpses one after another, shaking, like a crucian carp crossing a river, the evil spirit is so strong that it melts into the rain and falls to the ground, transpiring a gloomy atmosphere, letting The whole Gopher Street has turned into a dead end.
Huh? !
The novice monk on the roof saw Luo Hong's changes, his complexion suddenly changed slightly, and an inexplicable sense of oppression came.
"Are you crazy?"
"Then I will be more crazy than you."
Luo Hong’s laughter exploded.
Luo Hong, wearing a half-evil-jun smiling face mask, straightened his waist and stood in the rain bohemianly.
After looking around the street, he tilted his head, staring at the novice ringing the bell, grinning...
"My son's one-man army...Want to see?"
After , he ignored the novice's reaction.
Luo Hongping stretched out his arms, playing the rain from heaven and earth, like the conductor of a symphony where heaven and earth merge.
holds the knife in one hand and raises the other.
spoke with a deep laughter.
"Stand up!"
The torrential rain between the sky and the earth seems to be at this moment, and there is a sudden silence.
The densely packed corpses on the Gopher Street suddenly ignored the silver bell's guidance, and their bodies froze.
After that, in the incredible gaze of the novice monk and several evil cultivators.
In the shadow of every walking corpse, there is a group of black wriggles...
is like a series of cold ghosts, standing behind the walking dead.
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