My Young Lord Is Really Righteous Chapter 157: ?? Anyone else?
Long drought meets the rain.
Have fun!
Under the eyes of the public, Luo Hong pinched Cui Kui, the fourth-rank evil repairer, but his heart was as sweet as eating honey.
Good people!
Sure enough, the evil cultivators are all good people!
Luo Hongzheng is worried that the evil spirit in the Dantian has not been restored, making his trump card in Jiangling Mansion this time less, and the appearance of Cui Kui is like a ray of sunlight tearing everything apart in the endless darkness. , Making Luo Hong feel warm all over.
It turns out that this is...there is true love in the world, and true love in the world!
Let go.
Cui Kui was sucked out of the evil spirits, twisted the body of his neck, and immediately lost his strength. There was still the panic before death on his face, unbelievable, and... doubting life.
His pupils seemed to reflect the shock of discovering the secret of heaven.
Boom.
With a crisp sound, Cui Kui's body fell into Luoshen Lake, as if it had entered Luoshen's arms, and sank weakly to the bottom of the lake.
On the lake, Luo Hong wins Xuexue in white, and Chunjun Jian is quietly suspended beside him.
The Zhengyang Qi became more and more radiant, making many people look directly, and they felt a little dazzling, even teary.
Ok... so bright!
There are also countless "zheng" characters blooming above the head. Each one is the mantra of a saint. So many regular characters are like stars in the night sky, twinkling and twinkling.
Deadly, silent.
Cui Kui, the eleventh in the Yellow List, the pinnacle of Rank 4 and the arrogant of the Ghost Sword Sect, was in the hands of Luo Hong... and was killed in seconds!
No, it should be said to have been purified!
Cui Kui's whole body of evil spirit power can form no threat at all in front of Luo Hong, and he has been purified completely.
Is this the restraint of the system?
"Second in the yellow list, really strong!"
"Five-rank Confucianism, ask the state of mind!"
"Luo Hong is still a disciple of the master, an orthodox Confucianist. Cui Kui is dizzy and dare to provoke the Confucianist."
"How long has it been for Luo Hong to become a disciple? Cui Kui didn't expect Luo Hong to become a fifth-grade Confucianist..."
The surrounding people watching the battle, as well as the monks in the flower boat, all sighed.
Cui Kui, it's a pity.
The eleventh in the Yellow List, the evil cultivation at the pinnacle of the fourth rank, could even become a ghost sword sect in the future.
However, he died in this sword-watching conference unexplainably.
Ghost Sword Sect is also considered a sword repair, but it is an alternative sword repair, combining evil evil with swordsmanship to form a unique ghost swordsmanship.
The power is very strong, and there are also top powerhouses in the sect.
Even if you encounter Chu Tiannan, the second one on the Huangbang list, you can still retreat with the weird methods of evil cultivation, even if you cannot win.
However, when Cui Kui met Luo Hong, let alone retreat, his whole body was cleansed from evil spirits.
Too miserable...
The essence of evil repair lies in the accumulation of evil evil power. As a result, evil evil is evaporated, and there is no threat in an instant, and Luo Hong easily twisted his neck.
The bleakness of death.
But many people were also cheered up, because they found that Luo Hong closed his eyes.
It seems to be calming down.
"Cui Kui is the eleventh in the Yellow List after all! Even if Luo Hong kills Cui Kui, the consumption will inevitably be high. Although he is a Confucianist, but Confucianist purifies the evil spirits, it takes a lot of spiritual power. He consumes a lot at the moment!"
"He closed his eyes to recover, don't give him too many opportunities to recover!"
"Our chance has come. I thought this guy was an iron man, so he would be tired too!"
Amidst the flower boats, a low voice lingers suddenly.
Many people feel that their opportunity is here!
Take advantage of your illness to kill you!
Kill!
Wow!
The flower boat is swaying, one after another, the air is rushing into the sky.
The visitors from the rivers and lakes on the lakeshore narrowed their eyes, some sneered, some despised, and some secretly sighed.
Luo Hong is crazy, but he is still a human after all...
The wheel fight is very shameless, but the effect is very significant. It comes down time and time again, even though Luo Hong kills each other by thunder means every time, frightening the Quartet.
However, once he shows fatigue, those who are eager to move will show hideous minions and will tear Luo Hong apart.
In the crowd.
The woman wearing the veil and the piano case on her back frowned slightly, and there was a trace of worry in her eyes.
These people are really shamelessly engaged in wheel warfare, so keep going...
Luo Hong may really be unable to hold it.
The most important thing is... the third-rank cultivator hasn't made a move yet.
So far, only the fifth-rank and fourth-rank cultivators have been shot. Once the third-rank cultivator takes the shot, Luo Hong will inevitably fall into a bitter battle.
He can't protect the Piaoxuejian.
As soon as I thought of this, sadness appeared in the woman's eyes. Luo Hongchen's sword is now regarded as a finished product, and even his descendants can only spare their lives to protect it.
It feels a bit sad inexplicably.
In the carriage.
Yuan Xiazi sits quietly, his old face is full of ravines. Although he can't see, his ears are very bright. He can hear the rustles of the people around him clearly.
However, he is very calm. Does killing evil cultivators really cost the son a lot?
No one really thinks that way, do they?
A Confucian cultivator who possesses the illusion of a saint is definitely the nemesis of evil cultivators!
A whole body of righteous energy is enough to purify evil cultivators. The son has not even used the illusion of the saint, how much can it consume?
However, Yuan Xiazi still frowned.
Because, with Cui Kui's death, there are gradually third-rank monks in the flower boat who are ready to move.
Those third-rank monks who originally watched the excitement are ready to take action.
This sword appreciation meeting stipulates that you can participate under the second rank, so the third rank... is the ceiling of this sword appreciation meeting.
Of course, the third rank has strengths and weaknesses, but even if it is weak, it will not be weak.
So, for Luo Hong next, it is even more dangerous.
The world seems to have become quiet.
All forces are watching.
In the low building in the distance, Prefect Zhang and the commander of the mansion are watching.
Above the upper floors of Guixiang Tower, Chu Tiannan and Lao Huang are also looking over.
The people from the rivers and lakes behind the white jade stone fence held their breath, and the flowers in the boat looked jokingly.
On the flower boat in the center, Wei Qiansui squinted, with a playful look.
The atmosphere began to gradually become colder.
After the setting sun gradually disappeared and descended from the mountain, it seemed to be half swallowed by Luoshen Lake, leaving only half of the boiled egg yolk, exuding a yellow halo.
On the lake, the strong **** gore disappeared.
A seat of white clothes stood, closed his eyes, and stood still.
In the flower boat, a dashing young swordsman pointed his toes on the side of the flower boat and swung out directly, as if Feihong stepped on the snow and mud, without causing the slightest fluctuation on the surface of the lake.
This control of power is truly amazing.
"Are you not so mad? If you want one person to block this sword-watching conference, let me meet you next time."
The faint voice lingered, shaking on the lake.
In the flower boat, many people have appeared. Even the middle-aged man in the Wu’s flower boat stepped out of the cabin and watched the battle seriously, because the person who shot was a third-rank monk. !
A third-rank sword madlander sword repairman.
Luo Hong still keeps his eyes closed, but he is not adjusting his breath, he is feeling the evil spirits pouring into his dantian.
The power of the evil spirit that was sucked up by Miss Ashura before finally recovered a little.
"But I finally gave up the third-rank monk. I thought you would continue to send fifth-rank and fourth-rank cultivators to die, consume me with human lives, and let you third-rank sit and harvest fishermen."
Luo Hong still closed his eyes and said lightly.
As soon as the words came out, the complexion of Zhou's family in Hua Chuan was extremely ugly. After all, the Zhou family died of two fourth-ranks and one fifth-rank, which consumed a lot of talisman. For Zhou's family, it was definitely worthy of being called. The vitality is badly hurt.
Many monks in the surrounding flower boats also whispered.
The figure standing on the surface of the lake facing Luo Hong smiled.
"Under, Meteor Sword Sect, Wangcheng."
"Young Master Luohong...please advise."
Wangcheng Road.
Following his words.
On the surface of the lake, there is a sudden sword energy floating out of thin air. The third rank has been able to slightly mobilize the power of heaven and earth for its own use, which belongs to the extraordinary rank.
Luo Hong opened his eyes suddenly and glanced at the imposing royal city.
A third-rank sword repairman.
Very good, very good.
Finally, the third product is here.
Cui Kui died so quickly that Luo Hong didn't even write his name in the booklet. It was a little regrettable. That was at least a hundred sins.
Luo Hong took out the charcoal pen and solemnly wrote the name of the royal city on the pamphlet.
And the royal city is also moving.
Take it one step at a time.
Countless sword energy shot out from under his feet, and in an instant, the lake water was stirred, making the calm lake surface like a mirror broken in an instant, and water swords shot out one after another, densely. It turned into a flying sword all over the sky and whizzed towards Luo Hong.
Five-Rank and Third-Rank!
On Luoshen Lake, everyone watched the battle with their breath.
The third rank belongs to the extraordinary rank, and the top rank monk ranks, even though Luo Hong is second in the yellow list, it should be difficult to win, right?
Despite what everyone thought in their hearts, everyone was watching the battle on the lake.
The strong wind roared, causing Luo Hong's white shirt to suddenly press against his body.
Pressure, finally there is a little pressure.
The third grade is still very strong.
Luo Hong squinted his eyes, tapped his fingers on the pure Jun sword, and the next instant the pure Jun sword whistled out.
In the face of the sword rain in the sky, Chunjun Jian rushed up alone, looking a bit cold and weak.
However, Chunjun's sword is swaying, avoiding all the sword rain, like a bird traveling through a gust of wind and showers, and the rain does not touch the body.
On the lake, Luo Hong's body shook, and suddenly turned into a white horse and shot out on the lake.
So far, he has moved for the first time.
The evil beads appeared one after another, turning into swords in front of him, and the evil bead sword whizzed out, circling quickly around Luo Hong, transforming into an offensive and defensible Tiandou series sword formation.
Boom boom boom!
One after another, the sword rain formed by the imperial city stepping on the lake exploded outside the Tiandou sword array, like one after another brilliant translucent lotus.
However, these sword rains cannot form any barriers.
When Wang Cheng saw this, his eyes narrowed and he shouted.
"Good coming!"
After that, he suddenly rubbed his hands, and the unsheathed sword suddenly spun in front of him, and countless sword qi seemed to turn into a small tornado.
"Out!"
The sword slammed out of its sheath, and a sharp sword aura spread out.
Sword Niansheng, the art of swordsmanship!
Along with the sword chanting like a hurried thunderstorm, the flying sword that was unsheathed and spinning at a high speed suddenly changed into four.
With a ding sound, Chun Jun flicked and stabbed.
Afterwards, the four white rays of sword light turned into four white scorpions, rushing towards Luo Hong.
Luo Hong's face is weird.
The low-profile version of Dragon Swordsmanship?
It's fancy, but flashy.
Luo Hong stood on the spot, the seventy-two evil bead swords circling constantly, turning into a series of swords to protect him.
It's like the most powerful defense in the world, absolute defense, making the sword energy of that royal city impossible to get close.
Wang Cheng's hair flew, glaring with anger.
"How is it possible?!"
The sword formation formed by the Fifth-Rank Sword can actually block his third-Rank Sword Madness?
"I don't believe it!"
The king screamed, and the sword energy in his body gushed again, pouring endlessly into the flying sword.
Boom!
The water of the lake exploded, setting off turbulent waves, like two extremely high water walls, and the spraying water waves fell quickly and silently.
Fuck!
The Heaven Dou sword array is scattered!
A black shadow was instantly crushed by sword energy.
The four swords auras were cast into the lake without any reduction, and after the lake was turbulent, an explosion engulfing the sword aura suddenly occurred!
However, Wang Cheng's heart changed slightly.
"Where is the person?"
The king's hair was terrified, and Luo Hong disappeared after the sword formation!
It disappears like a ghost, and it seems to have evaporated out of thin air.
"Are you looking for me?"
Luo Hong said lightly.
Wang Cheng's scalp exploded immediately.
"The third grade sword repair, let this son a little disappointed..."
"It looks worse than Chu Tiannan."
Luo Hongdao.
The words fell, Luo Hong learned what Chu Tiannan did before, and slammed his shoulders out.
It slammed into the back of Wangcheng.
Boom!
A large group of blood mist exploded, and Wang Cheng was knocked into flight by Luo Hong like a ball, and his body was completely uncontrollable, smashing and rolling on the lake.
When he suddenly stood up, his feet pulled out two long, narrow white waves on the lake, behind him, a black shadow appeared as the shadow quivered.
As soon as the black shadow flickered, it turned into Luo Hong's appearance, and appeared behind him like a weird one.
Transformation!
At this moment, Wangcheng's eyes are suddenly bright, and this is what I'm waiting for!
Boom!
A tyrannical coercion erupted from his body, that was...the power of heaven and earth that a third-rank monk could master! It is also the reason why the third rank is extraordinary.
He will use the power of heaven and earth to suppress Luo Hong.
A sharp blade pops out of the sleeve, slashing towards Luo Hong's neck.
One hit kills!
The power of heaven and earth?
Luo Hong did feel his shoulders sink, but that was all.
In the center of his eyebrows, the Cthulhu Void yawned disdainfully, and the saint phantom in the dantian didn't bother to open his eyes.
The power of heaven and earth condensed by the third grade of the royal city is like a breeze blowing over Luo Hong's cheeks.
Boom!
Luo Hong gently slapped a sword of the dynasty away, with his leg quickly pulled out like a whip, and slammed on the waist of Wangcheng fiercely, his waist seemed to be kicked exploded.
Wang Cheng's eyes shrank, why the power of heaven and earth that he aroused was useless? !
He is so special...
Yujianjianxiu is most afraid of being close.
Especially Wu Xiu who is strong in blood and energy is close, isn't you Luo Hong Jian Xiu?
How come you are doing the same as Wu Xiu? !
Although Luo Hong's martial arts level is not high, his physical body is not comparable to Wangcheng!
The most important thing is that Luo Hong's ghostly close methods make Wang Cheng hard to defend against!
Wang Cheng flew again on the lake, embarrassed. He coughed up blood and covered his waist.
He stood up, and the four flying swords suddenly swept over, turning into four white scorpions.
"Die to me!"
He is angry!
However, Luo Hong didn't change his shape this time.
Standing in place~IndoMTL.com~The sword accuses Chunjun, the sword energy revolves in the meridians, one circle, two circles, three circles...
The next moment, with his fingers tapped lightly, Chunjun's sword groaned softly, like a dragon.
Suddenly whistled out, the sword energy overflowed, forming a white dragon outside Chunjun!
The white dragon scroll and the white waves collided with the four white dragons cut from the king city!
"This is the Dragon Sword."
Luo Hong said lightly.
Bailong seemed to stretch his waist. In an instant, the four heads of the white dragon's sword aura fell apart, Wang Cheng's body was stained with blood, and his eyes shrank.
The next moment, he held the sword horizontally in front of him.
The tip of Chunjun's sword slashed on the sword in front of the king's city.
Crack...
The sword suddenly burst into cracks, directly exploding countless blades.
Puff!
The pure Jun sword pierced through the chest of the king city, wrapped in a huge force, like a white dragon grabbing the king city and rushing to the sky.
Luo Hongjian pointed to the hook slowly.
The seventy-two evil bead swords suddenly turned into black lights and swept out, and swept across the sky in a staggered manner. Afterwards, the sword pointed downward, turning into a black sword rain.
The sword rain fell.
Puff, puff, puff!
The sword penetrates the body!
The falling sword rain poured back again, piercing through the body.
The royal city was dripping with blood in the rain of swords. The uncontrollable body was like a ball, driven by the power of the sha-bead sword to pierce the body, and the blood mist exploded and was cut. After all, there was no vitality in an instant.
On the lake.
Standing in white clothes, sword fingers lightly raised, and a rain of blood floating above his head.
Slightly turned his face to the side, looking at all the silent guests on the lake. In the end, his eyes fell on Wei Qiansui's face on the board of the central flower boat, and the corners of his mouth curled.
"Three products...but so."
"Is there anyone else?"
"If not, Piaoxuejian, I will take it back for the uncle."
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