My Young Lord Is Really Righteous Chapter 86: ? Donor Luo, put down the butcher knife

　　 One move, you lose.

　　 The thirty-sixth Wanyan Fiery of the Yellow List, like a mountain capsizing, instantly defeated.

　　 was defeated beyond everyone's expectations.

　　 The top of the hundred-refined stone path, the last peach blossom forest, silent.

　　The atmosphere is a bit weird and condensed. Pieces of peach blossom swords make the ground all sharp. The sharp sword aura surging in the peach blossom forest. It is obviously a seventh-rank sword, and it is actually comparable. The powerful momentum of the Fifth Grade Life Sword.

　　 "Is that... Chen Tianxuan's Dragon Sword?"

　　 "Impossible, he is only a seventh-rank, how can he use the Nine Sword Transformation Dragon?!"

　　 "Although it looks similar, there are still many flaws. It can only be said to be imitated, but it has not been imitated."

　　 Outside Taolin, Xiao Erqi, Wu Meiniang and others spoke in horror.

　　 Wanyan Liehuo was defeated in an instant, which they did not expect.

　　 They already looked at Luo Hong very highly. After all, they could kill all the way from the Bailian Stone Path, and they were all the geniuses of the Golden Tent King Court, so their strength would naturally not be weak.

　　Even, they are not much weaker than their eighth or seventh-level.

　　"Interesting, really interesting...This Luo Hong is worthy of being the son of Luo Rentu. I actually look forward to fighting him."

　　 Xiao Erqi carried two knives around his waist, his eyes gleaming.

　　"Although this son is not the real Hualong Sword, he can imitate the three-point charm, which also shows that this son's talent in kendo is somewhat enchanting...In time, I am afraid that it will be Chen Tianxuan, a kendo master. "

　　 Wu Meiniang carried the sword box on her back, her eyes dazzling.

　　 The swordsmanship of the peach blossoms that rolled up the forest just now, converged into a peach blossom dragon, made her a little amazing.

　　 She comes from the Wu family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Wu family is a family of swordsmanship that has passed on for thousands of years.

　　"Using the peach blossom branch as a sword, it seems that only nine swords are swung. In fact, at that instant, it evoked one hundred and eighty-nine sword energy and formed a unique sword force..."

　　"Thinking about it, I am terrified, kendo evildoer!"

　　 Wu Meiniang said.

　　……

　　 the top of the palace.

　　 Chunfeng Xiaolou.

　　The hot water boils, and the tea leaves in it are stirred up and down.

　　 The master picked up the tea cup, the tea was clear, with a unique fragrance, and drank it in one sip, with endless aftertastes.

　　 Zhenbei Wang was leaning on a chair, his face was wrinkled, and his smile bloomed.

　　 "Let me tell you, my grandson will win... Look, isn't this it?"

　　 "I didn't expect that this kid has enough kendo talent, and he has to be a snake player who has played for half a lifetime of Chen Tianxuan's true biography."

　　"Seventh-rank defeated fifth-rank on the yellow list...Hey, there is a kind of demeanor of the old man."

　　 Zhenbei Wang was happy to smile.

　　 Master gave a glance at Zhenbei Wang, and shook his head helplessly. This old man likes to put gold on his face.

　　 Looking back, the master's white robe is flying up, his eyes are calm and straight.

　　 Looking at Luo Hong wearing the mask of the evil monarch, the faint evil emanating from him, frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

　　 It seems that I have to spend a little thought to teach this son to the right path.

　　……

　　 among the peach trees.

　　 Wanyan Liehuo lay on the ground, a little startled.

　　 He lost?

　　 The blood armor on 　　 was tattered and riddled with holes, and Luo Hong crushed him with one move...

　　 He is the fifth rank of the Yellow List, not the ordinary fifth rank.

How could 　　 be defeated by a seven-rank one move?

　　The reality makes Wanyan Lihuo a little confused. Before opening the palace in Jixia Academy, he was in high spirits in the chariots and horses, and wanted to enter the Jixia Academy to suppress the students in Daxia.

　　 However, at this moment, he is like a chicken dog, humble and ridiculous.

　　 "No... I can't just lose like this..."

　　"Maybe I was careless..."

　　 Wan Yan Liehuo staggered up from the ground.

　　 "You are a monster who kills without blinking!"

　　 "I must kill you."

　　 Wanyan Liehuo looked at Luo Hong and said coldly.

　　 He thought of Tuoba Bing, and Tuoba Gu...

　　 So many geniuses in the Golden Tent King's Court, all died in Luo Hong's hands, and there seemed to be a terrifying sea of ​​corpses in the back of this son!

　　What justice model, what right way light, are all false!

　　Luo Hong, wearing the mask of the evil monarch, threw away the already fragmented peach blossom branches, took down the ancient swordsman, and dragged his sword.

　　 "Interesting... I didn't expect that you are the one who knows this son the most in this world, you are great."

　　 Luo Hongdao, his head covered in silver hair spread out, dragging the ancient sword to the dragon and starting to walk slowly, his movements are somewhat frivolous.

　　 As Luo Hong approached, Wanyan Liehuo actually felt depressed.

　　 He slammed his tens of thousands of stone bows, shooting one arrow after another.

　　 However, he found it strangely that Luo Hong, who was in the white shirt and silver hair, had a body like a ghost, leaving a trail of shadows on the spot, and his arrows were all shot into the air.

　　 The inexplicable fear and panic in his heart made him lose the peace and sense of being a sharpshooter.

　　 After Yan Liehuo gritted his teeth, he suddenly picked a dagger from his waist.

　　 plunged into the thigh abruptly, blood spurted out, severe pain, and Wanyan Liehuo recovered a bit of clarity.

　　Evil Lord Luo Hong seems to have less depression.

　　 After Yan Liehuo's eyes were murderously condensed, he sprayed blood from his mouth, sprinkled it on his hands, and started to seal.

　　 outside the peach forest.

　　The little Taoist who watched the battle, Hong Baiwei, was a little surprised: "This is the mark of Taoism, and this perfect face will also be the same? The fifth-grade thunder and fire mark, which is motivated by essence and blood, is extremely lethal!"

　　 "Daomen magic? This is full of flames hidden deep..."

　　 several people are also curious to watch.

　　 Wanyan Liehuo gradually calmed down, thunder and fire mark, magic shooting, plus fifth-grade martial arts...

　　 He thinks he still has a chance.

　　Looking at Luo Hong, who walked in a hurry and frivolously, letting him seal the seal, there was a coldness at the corner of Wanyan Liehu's mouth. Luo Hong didn't even know the terrifying Taoist Fifth-Rank Thunder Fire Seal!

　　 arrogance... will kill you!

　　The speed of printing is getting faster and faster.

　　 Just when Wanyan Liehuo was short of breath and Jieyin was almost finished.

　　The evil monarch Luo Hong with flying silver hair suddenly ran and accelerated.

　　 "You have Taoism, I have Buddhism!"

　　 "Hahaha..."

　　"Dawei Tianlong, Blessed One Jizo!"

　　 The words fall.

　　 After a stunned face, what the hell?

　　His last seal was suddenly stuck, and he couldn't make it for a long time. And in his mind, an ancient golden Buddha appeared in an instant. The Buddha's light is very bright, with hundreds of hands on his back...

　　 Buddhist supernatural powers? !

　　 The Thousand-Hand Evil Buddha is even stronger with the increase in the mask of the Evil Lord.

　　 Wanyan Liehuo froze completely.

　　 And Luo Hong swept out the Ancient Sword Dijiao and sharply cut it out.

　　Wan Yan Liehuo's sealed hands were directly cut into the air, blood spurting...

　　Wan Yan Lihuo also immediately struggled out of the evil Buddha's will, he fell to the ground sadly, his eyes flushed, and howling miserably.

　　 in the peach forest.

　　 A white monk robe, a slender little monk, his eyes narrowed.

　　"Buddhist powers?"

　　 His figure instantly rushed out of the peach forest, like a Feihong stepping on the mud, lightly tapping the ground, and drifting away.

　　 "Amitabha... Luo donor, stop."

　　 Luo Hong held the ancient sword and the corner of his mouth, looking at the floating white monk with a smile on his face.

　　 This little monk is dressed in a white robe that does not stain dust, like a clean white lotus, everything is Zen.

　　"Luo Shizhu, you have killed too deeply, and put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away."

　　 said the little monk in white clothes~IndoMTL.com~Luo Hong's smile became stronger.

　　"Luo Shizhu, you are destined to the Buddha."

　　 The little monk in white said again.

　　 Luo Hong collected the sword, stood with the sword, did not cut the ground and watched the screaming flames of his severed hand, but looked at the little monk like a white lotus, and smiled: "Then you answer this son Question, what kind of person is this son?"

　　"If the answer is good, my son put down his butcher knife and learns Buddhism and smiles."

　　 Luo Hong wears the mask of the evil monarch, smiling like a flower.

　　 The little monk in white smiled, and opened his mouth to be Zen.

　　"Although Luo Shizhu killed countless sins and cut down half of the peach blossoms, he was accompanied by blood flow all the way, surrounded by evil spirits, and evil spirits roaring, but everything was because the geniuses of the royal court wanted to kill the donor, but now the genius of the royal court has fallen, Wanyanliehuo ordered the benefactor to slaughter the knife up and down, but like a Buddha, he cuts meat and feeds an eagle, and he has a thought of compassion."

　　"The donor is a good person, he has a Buddha in his heart, and there is suffering in his heart when he kills. If he understands his mind and sees his mind, he can understand the Buddha's Zen, and the sea of ​​suffering can turn back."

　　 The little monk in white clothes pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled gently. He said this with confidence.

　　 He thought he had seen Luo Hong through.

　　 Put your palms together and bow slightly.

　　 However, at the moment of bowing, Luo Hong's sneer accompanied the Dijiao Sword, across the icy arc, blowing a cold wind, blowing the white monk's robe to hunt.

　　 "Who are you going to kill? Who is a good person?" Luo Hong said lightly.

　　 The words fall.

　　噗噗嗤.

　　 After Yan Liehuo's head flew across, the wailing stopped abruptly.

　　 There are three feet of blood splattered on the neck, and the little monk in white clothes is dyed with a smile, and the whole body is red.

　　 If the wind stops, the flowers fall.

　　 The monk smiled at the corners of his mouth, and also froze.

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