My Young Lord Is Really Righteous Chapter 155: ? Anyone below rank 2 can come to the battle!

Quiet!

It's as if all the sounds between the sky and the earth were chopped by that sword silently!

The setting sun is like blood, and the pulled lake seems to be bleeding, and a white wave is rolling like a slender white snake, which is hard to heal for a long time. It is a sword mark that was split by a sword.

Although he had never opened the lake with a sword, he was still shocked by the entire Luoshen Lake without a voice.

It's dead.

Just as soon as the Sword Appreciation Conference was announced...one person died!

A fifth-grade sword repairman, a member of the Liu family in Beiling, a sword repairman from a veteran family in Jiangling Mansion, was so energetic and his laughter had not disappeared, he was killed with a sword.

The bones sank into the lake, leaving only blood bubbling.

Heavy breathing lingers among the flower boats after another.

On the huge center flower boat, Wei Qiansui held his hands, squinted, and looked at the white swordsman who was standing on the lake like snow.

So domineering.

One sword killed a fifth rank and cut off the person who opened the sword watching conference.

With the momentum of thunder, there is no friendly greeting, no whispering talk, meeting is a sword, and the soul is destroyed under the sword.

"This is the grandson of Zhenbei King, son of Luo Rentu...Luo Hong."

Wei Qiansui looked at Luo Hong.

This is the first time he has seen Luo Hong, a mess of young people who disturbed the emperor and capital in the remote Anping County.

Furthermore, the crown prince ordered a sword appreciation meeting, just to slay Luo Hong's young people.

The young man who killed his godson Wei Xian.

"Sure enough...something."

Wei Qiansui smiled faintly.

"One Xiao, one sword to pacify the business, fifteen years of full fame, is it Luo Hongchen?"

"It's really a brilliant literary talent, and he deserves to be Luo Hong who was able to win the name of a master's disciple in the written examination."

Wei Qiansui nodded lightly.

Although the little **** behind him is unwilling, he has to admit that Luo Hong's poems at this moment are very good.

At least it has crushed the poems that Liu Yuehua bought for one thousand taels.

It was silent for a while, and the sound of an uproar suddenly resounded, like boiling water boiled in hindsight.

The white waves on the lake gradually healed without leaving any traces, as if the murder had never happened just now.

In the flower boat, a group of figures stood, staring at Luo Hong on the lake.

So arrogant and overbearing.

So happy!

"Fifteen years of exhausting his mad name...Luo Hongchen has been dead for fifteen years. His mad name is indeed wiped out now."

"Good poem, good poem!"

A literati scholar laughed freely while drinking.

"It's Liu Caizi. His poem has spread all over Jiangling. He praised it well. It seems that this poem is really good."

"Is this the Luo family? It's so arrogant, so happy...While chanting poems and killing people, he killed Liu's Jian Xiu with a single sword!"

"This is Luo Hong, the son of Luo Ren Tu! The purpose of this sword appreciation conference is for him!"

Many people made rusty exchanges.

Behind the white jade stone fence beside the lake, the guests from the rivers and lakes inhaled the air-conditioning, and they boiled completely.

What is the purpose of their coming? Isn't it just to watch the excitement and watch a battle?

Many people are looking forward to Luo Hong's appearance, but in most people's minds, Luo Hong will not appear so early. If he wants to appear, he should wait until the middle and late stages of the Sword Appreciation Conference.

Reserve enough strength to appear and push the Sword Appreciation Conference to a **!

However, everyone was wrong.

Luo Hong did not hide in hiding, nor did he wait until the middle and late stages of the conference. Once he came, he drove his sword out of the carriage and killed people on the lake.

The white clothes are fluttering, and the positive yang spirit is as bright as a rainbow.

It's like a scorching sun, dazzling.

What to hide?

What to hide?

Luo Hong stood on the surface of the lake with his hand in his hand, and the Chunjun sword floating beside him, the sword body was shining, not stained with a drop of blood.

The sword aura raged, causing slight waves on the lake.

Luo Hong doesn't hide or hide. He came to this sword-watching conference just to brush a wave of crime. What's the point of hiding? How can you brush off evil?

If you hesitate, you will lose, and decisiveness will lead to a bumper harvest.

Like his thunder shot to kill Liu Yuehua with a sword, Luo Hong felt that he was so bad and he felt a wave of evil in his pocket.

As for arrogance, it will be targeted, and it will be a target of public criticism if it is too early.

Will Luo Hong care?

Come and kill one by one. Anyway, there is no good thing to participate in this sword-watching conference.

Behind the white jade stone fence beside the lake.

The carriage stopped quietly.

Yuan Xiazi leaned on the carriage frame and held the bamboo pole. Although his eyes were invisible, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Luo Hong's poem made him quite shocked.

The emotions and regrets in the poems also aroused his mind. He has been silent for ten years. If it were not for the knot, he might have been silent forever.

The crazy name of Yuan Chenggang, the king of guns, will also become a regret in his population.

In the distance.

The eyes of the woman wearing a veil and a piano case fluctuated, and there was an excitement in her eyes that was hard to conceal.

She stared at the white robe on the lake in a daze, and suddenly saw the graceful figure that year.

"One Xiao, one sword to pacify the business, and fifteen years of full fame... Hong Chen, this is your anger, your indomitability, is your heartfelt voice?"

The woman has a sore nose inexplicably. How many people in the world know about her crazy name?

Fifteen years, who knows Luo Hongchen in the world, how many people are left? Even if he knew it, it was just a sneer.

Guixianglou.

Chu Tiannan stared at the swordsman in white on the lake, inhaled deeply, and exhaled again.

"What a grumpy Luo Gongzi."

Lao Huang also has a weird look: "This Luo Hong not only dared to come, but also an arrogant horse, how confident is he...?"

"Jiangling, it's not Anping County."

What on earth is Luo Hong arrogant?

Lao Huang really couldn't guess it, he didn't know, nor did Chu Tiannan.

Chu Tiannan only knew that the moment Luo Hong took out his sword, he was actually a little bit excited about blood boiling.

……

"Hehe, so arrogant."

"The son of Luo Ren Tu? It's nothing more than killing a fifth-rank, it seems arrogant to kill the land immortal..."

"The poem is done well, but the strength, huh, nothing to be arrogant."

The faint voice resounded in the flower boat floating on the lake.

Boom!

In the flower boat of Liu's house in Beiling, there was a roar.

"Luo Hong! This is a sword-watching conference, not a murder conference. If you don't agree, you will kill! You kill the embryo!"

The next moment, the lake surface seemed to be lifted by a strong wind.

In the flower boat, there is a second-rank master who makes a shot.

This is planning to kill Luo Hong directly with the momentum of thunder!

Above the center flower boat.

Wei Qiansui held his hand and watched this scene with a smile, without any gangbang.

Kill Luo Hong?

Exactly what he wanted.

However, this Jianhua has not yet approached Luo Hong, and Yuan Xiazi slowly tossed the bamboo pole in the carriage.

The Jianhua burst into pieces in the air instantly, a bamboo shadow fell, and the flower boat was drawn fiercely, causing the second-tier Liu family who secretly shot in the flower boat to bleed and was nailed to the flower boat by a bamboo pole. , Dying.

"The Sword Appreciation Conference has its own rules. Since you are coveting the Floating Snow Sword, you should be prepared for death. The rules are laid out here. If my son died under the rules, then that’s fine, but the rules stipulate Participants are only allowed to participate below the second level, and the second level is also daring to make a move. Yuan Chenggang’s eyes are not blind and my heart is not blind."

Yuan Xiazi said lightly.

His voice rang loudly, as if Tian Gong was furious.

Seriously injured, almost killed the Second Grade Jianxiu, but it was an understatement like eating and drinking.

This is the power of the top players.

"Wei Qiansui, is the old man right?"

Yuan Chenggang tilted his head and said to Wei Qiansui who held his hands on the center flower boat.

Wei Qiansui smiled on his white face without a beard, with the white hair falling from the ears between his index finger and middle finger, with a faint smile: "Of course."

After that, there was not much to say.

Luo Hong's complexion was calm, the second-rank shot did not cause any change in his complexion, he was still handsome with his hands on his back.

He glanced at Wei Qiansui and laughed unscrupulously.

"My uncle Luo Hong, a peerless Tianjiao, even if he is dead, his sword can be seized by waste?"

"Luo Hong, I have no abilities, and my strength is low, only the fifth rank."

"However, today, Luo Hong, I am here to put down my cruel words. If I want to become the master of the Piaoxue Sword, I am ready to die."

"With this lake as the challenge, this young man is playing the challenge of life and death today. The rules are still the same. Anyone below the second grade can come to the fight!"

"If you beat me, kill me, you will get the Piaoxue Sword!"

In the next moment, the gaze is like a torch, and the air of Zhengyang resembles the roar of a strong sun, and a huge word "Zheng" appears on the top of the head. In the next moment, the word "Zheng" is like a goddess scattered flowers, and the peacocks bloom, densely packed.

Luo Hong glanced at all the flower boats on the lake, and they landed on the lake, bustling and bustling.

He shouted: "You guys, dare you?!"

Dare you?

Do you dare? !

I, Luo Hong, have a fifth grade, an extremely weak grade five!

Life and death are all set, come kill me, don't be afraid, come boldly!

Luo Hong raised his chin slightly, watching the audience.

Contempt!

Sneer!

The loud and loud words, but the audience is extremely quiet.

Even Wei Qiansui was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Luo Hong to make such a decision.

This decision is crazy.

Although Luo Hong is the second on the Yellow List, the second place in the Yellow List is quite moist. After all, Zhenye Lüce and defeating Chu Tiannan were all foreign objects that they used to rely on.

Luo Hong's own strength is only Rank 5, even if Yelvce and Chu Tiannan are here, they dare not speak so much.

After all, entering the third rank is tantamount to entering the high-rank monk level, which is a state of transcendence.

The third rank is a realm of mixed fish and dragons. The weak may be really weak, but the strong...may be really strong and terrifying!

This time, Luo Hong is really arrogant!

Among the many flower boats, the breath is ups and downs, so arrogant and arrogant, it really makes many people unbearable.

Furthermore, those who came to participate in the Sword Appreciation Conference this time were originally to watch the Luo family's jokes.

Since Luo Hong arrogantly puts on life and death.

In the battle of life and death, if Luo Hong was killed openly, the Luo family had nothing to say!

On the carriage, Yuan Xiazi was stunned.

The son... is a demon again.

However, Blind Yuan fell silent. Perhaps, the son really has the confidence.

Previously, the son of the 6th rank and the 4th rank, now, maybe the 5th rank and the 3rd rank...

It should be... yes.

"What an arrogant Luo Gongzi."

"Life and death challenge? Anything below the second grade, do you think you are invincible at the third grade?"

"Little Five-Rank, ridiculous and ridiculous."

The sound of sneer haunts from all directions.

Boom!

In the flower boat, someone took the lead and took a step forward. The surface of the lake boiled suddenly, and a jet of water rushed up. This person stepped on the jet of water with a cold look.

He threw a piece of poetry to the **** in the center flower boat.

However, the poetry has not yet entered the head of the eunuch, Luo Hong glanced at him, raised his hand, and howled with sword energy.

Puffed out.

The paper on which the poems were written suddenly exploded and was torn into pieces.

"With my poem ahead, who would dare to write a poem?"

"Your poem is also worthy of my uncle's sword?"

Luo Hong smiled.

As soon as the words came out, many literati poosers in the flower boat were very ugly, embarrassed, and angry, but they had nothing to say.

Indeed, it's not as good as Luo Hong's poems, if you dare to take them out, it will only be laughable and generous.

The gifted Liu raised his head and poured wine and laughed: "Good poems, good poems, I have sealed the pen, I can't make it."

The expressions of the surrounding literati and sorrows have changed slightly, and they are all cursing. What is this talented Liu doing?

Always increase the ambition of others and destroy one's own prestige? !

Luo Hong also has a weird expression, this talented Liu is such an excellent fan...Huh? Own person?

The face of the person who stepped on the water column was a little ugly.

Fuck!

That's a poem that Lao Tzu spent three thousand taels of silver on you!

You can't directly mention Luo Hong's poems.

I bought a loneliness at three thousand taels? !

For a while, this person looked at Luo Hong's gaze, becoming more and more cold.

It seems that the other person's eyes are sensed.

Luo Hongjian pressed down with his fingers, and the Chunjun sword hung beside him, vomiting Senhan's sword aura.

"People are dying, what do you care about money?"

"Luo Hongjian, I will not kill the unnamed, but report it."

Luo Hongdao.

The burly man stepping on the water column laughed suddenly.

"Here, Jiangling Zhou Family, Zhou Hai! Wuxiu Fourth-Rank Heavenly Gang Realm!"

The words fell, stepping on the waves, the waves splashed and exploded.

Luo Hongfei quickly wrote the person's name on the human skin booklet, and put it away contentedly.

Looking at Zhou Hai who was walking on the waves, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared.

"Swordsmanship is not the same, come to fight for swords?"

"Come and join in the fun of life and death, stupid?"

Luo Hong pursed his lips.

Fourth Grade Celestial Gang Realm martial arts, indeed very strong.

But...

When I was at Rank 6 I could chase Yelvce, who was at the pinnacle of Rank 4~ IndoMTL.com~ Now at Rank 5, can I still regress?

Luo Hong thought he would come to a third grade.

However, the first to come out is actually a fourth-grade...

Hey, who do you look down on? !

Luo Hong's eyes instantly condensed.

The spirit flower in the palace of Meixin Niwan trembles, seeming to exude endless pollen.

The next moment, the Evil Buddha with Hundred Hands!

Om...

Luo Hong stood, with a figure of Buddha with flowers faintly appearing behind him.

Zhou Hai's figure stepping on the water column suddenly fell into dementia, and he was in a trance.

And Luo Hongjian pointed.

Several evil beads appeared all over the body, and the evil bead turned into a sword.

It turned into a black sword light, and the tip of the sword pointed to the sky, whizzing into the sky.

Afterwards, Luo Hong put one hand behind him, and slowly pressed down with the sword finger with the other.

The sky seems to be torn apart.

The setting sun is like blood on the surface of Luoshen Lake.

A black sword mountain seems to be the Kunlun fairy mountain hanging down out of thin air.

Sword Kunlun!

Zhou Hai recovered from the spiritual shock of the Hundred-Hand Evil Buddha, and his eyes were suddenly split.

With a loud scream, the gang rushed up and hit Jianshan with a punch!

"Open it to me!"

The roar exploded, stirring the lake.

He wants to break the sword mountain with strength.

He is a fourth-rank, with a strong physical body, he can!

In the whistling, flesh and blood hit Jianshan with a punch.

Then, there is no more.

The roar stopped abruptly.

Zhou Hai's body, crushed by Jianshan, instantly exploded into countless pieces of meat, scattered all over...

Sword Mountain disappeared, leaving only a piece of blood and wreckage, falling like rain on the lake.

Luo Hong was directly on the lake, with the Shazhu Sword floating on his shoulders.

He sat down cross-legged, the sparkling waves, like a dreamlike illusion.

On the lake, a faint voice fluttered.

"Come again."

"The next one."

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