My Young Lord Is Really Righteous Chapter 160: ?? Take the sword from the head at the age of 0

Sibei, the sky is full of yellow sand.

An eagle eagle spreads its wings and flies in the nine heavens, and the high-altitude wind blows the eagle's feathers constantly trembling.

The vast ground below is reflected in the eyes of the Eagle Eagle.

A city full of mottled traces in the rolling yellow sand, like a city like a general standing on a sword, stands in the yellow sand, guarding a world.

The loud voice blasted above the sky, the eagle's wings slapped, and one side of the body began to skim high in the sky.

Soon, falling, falling.

Fell over the city and continue down.

A black cavalry leader covered in black armor, whistling from the mouth hidden under the armor.

After that, the eagle eagle fell on his arm.

This person took out the letter on the eagle's leg and opened it to read, and suddenly the whole body exudes a depressed and low breath.

He walked into the city with an eagle on his arms like this.

"General, news from Jiangling Mansion has arrived."

The general's voice was a little hoarse, but the voice of his words attracted the attention of all the generals in the room.

Luo Hou has never removed his armor, his body is draped in black armor, exuding a deep breath.

"How?"

The general with a somewhat hoarse voice opened the letter and said: "The little son, under the protection of Yuan Chenggang, took a sword servant and went straight into Jiangling Mansion. He blocked the lake with one sword and one man, blocking all participating rewards. The people of the Sword Conference use the lake as the platform to put up life and death challenges, and those who enter the lake will have their destiny in life and death."

In the house, many generals heard the news, but their discoloration changed slightly.

But after the discoloration, there was a bit of excitement again, and even clenched the lord's fist.

"You deserve to be a little son, and he looks a bit like a general, so domineering."

"One person blocks the lake, one man becomes the guard! Beautiful!"

"It is very domineering, but also very dangerous. What is the result?"

Some people are excited and caring.

The hoarse voice smiled the lord, and continued to read: "One Xiao and one sword have done business, and he has been full of fame for fifteen years. This is the beginning of a poem by the young master, Liu Caizi of Jiangling Mansion. Ashamed, in addition, the son puts a life and death challenge, winning streak in a row, and killing a number of four ranks in a row. It is a one-shot kill, and the means is thunder."

When the words fell, many generals raised their eyebrows in surprise.

Luo Hou couldn't help but stunned: "This kid... can really kill Rank 4?"

"Yes, it is also ranked second on the Yellow List. With outstanding talents, he can beat Yelvce and Chu Tiannan and kill the ordinary four ranks. It doesn't seem to be unacceptable."

"Jiangling Mansion Zhou's family produced two consecutive four-ranks, and they were all beheaded by the son."

The man said with a smile.

"Jiangling Mansion Zhou Family...very good, dare to deceive my son, I remember Luo Rentu."

Luo Hou said indifferently, the generals around him also smiled meaningfully.

The general with a hoarse voice continued: "After the fourth rank is finished, there will be a third rank against the son. The first third rank is the king of the Meteor Sword Sect, and the son kills it."

"The second third rank is Yu Sanchuan, Feiliu Jian Pavilion, the eighteenth in the Profound Ranking."

The words fell, and the room was quiet.

Has the third rank of Xuanbang shot?

However, all the people present are all familiar with the world. The third-rank shots are all within their expectations. Since the prince dares to set this round with Luo Hongchen's saber, he must have done it to kill Luo Hong. Preparation.

It's no surprise that Xuanbang's third rank shot.

"The young master fought against Yu Sanchuan. The secret method consumed mana and defeated Yu Sanchuan with a single sword. However, the great Chu Wu family, Wu Qingshan attacked and killed the young man at the moment when the son defeated Yu Sanchuan!"

When the words read this, he suddenly hurried.

Inside the house, the atmosphere instantly became terrifying!

"Shameful!"

"Dog stuff!"

"Sneak attack? How dare he make a sneak attack? How could he dare to attack?!"

The eyes of the general master seemed to be burning, and Luo Hou's eyes shrank even more, and the aura on his body was indeterminate.

"What's the result?" Luo Ho asked hoarsely.

As a parent, his heart is really up and down.

"The son is not dead, pulls Wu Qingshan into the lake, cuts off his limbs... In front of Wei Qiansui, Wu Qingshan's head is squeezed."

The Lord said with a hoarse voice, and the words suddenly rose.

In the room, there was an endless stream of unbelievable admiration.

"By the way, is Yu Sanchuan dead?"

"It shouldn't be dead, the son's attention should have been attracted by Wu Qingshan."

"If I were Yu Sanchuan, I would definitely take the opportunity to escape."

Turn the Lords to ears.

And Luo Hou slowly stood up, his armor collided.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the black-clad general who had a hoarse voice and finished reading the letter: "Hu Beihe."

Chang!

The black armor pulled the lord's legs together abruptly, and the armor collided with a clanging sound.

The hoarse and deep voice resounded in the room: "The end will be!"

"Take a thousand black horses out of the camp, and level down the Feiliu sword pavilion."

"Deceive my son, let Feiliu Jiange take a hundred lives to pay it back."

Luo Hou said lightly.

Boom!

The black armor immediately raised the head of the lord Hu Beihe, under the armor, his eyes were sharp.

"The commander of the fourth battalion of the Black Cavaliers, Hu Beihe takes the lead!"

After that, the black-armored general turned away in the eyes of many generals who were a little envious.

Luo Hou's eyes are cold, looking at the long yellow sand: "There is also the Wu Family of the Great Chu..."

"Shoot an arrow at the Wu family. Three days later, I need a statement from the Wu family."

"Here."

Behind him, a black rider bowed his head.

Luo Hou carried his hands on his back, and the cold and domineering aura began to slowly flow out.

"Really my Luo family's ink knife... blunt?!"

……

On Luoshen Lake, Yuehua is desolate.

Between heaven and earth, there is a dead silence, a dead silence.

Luo Hong counted three beeps, from the noise at the beginning to the silence of the world, only three beeps.

Crazy, evil, tyrant!

However, there is nothing to refute.

Yu Sanchuan, the third rank of the Daxia Xuanbang, is dead!

The third rank Wu Qingshan of the Great Chu Xuanbang who started the sneak attack is also dead!

These two people are considered to be somewhat famous in the arena, after all, they are third-rank monks who have boarded the mysterious list.

However, they all died of hatred in Luo Hong's hands.

Luo Hong... he is only a fifth-grade!

Many people from the rivers and lakes were silent, and all the monks in the flower boat stopped their steps and did not dare to continue to step forward.

Do they still dare to continue to challenge and continue to rise to the challenge of life and death?

They dare not.

The heart is timid.

Because of the shot, it may not be able to kill Luo Hong, but Luo Hong will kill him instead.

If you shoot, you may die.

So many people died, leaving many monks with a shadow.

Even if there are many cultivators in the flower boat, they really have the third rank, but they are still a lot worse than Yu Sanchuan's third rank of the mysterious list. Even Yu Sanchuan was instantly defeated. They shot, and the end should be It's almost miserable.

So everyone stopped, making the world silent.

Luo Hong held the half of his face without a mask, and laughed lowly, his silver hair flying wildly and arrogantly.

Laughter lingers on Luoshen Lake, seeming to mock the whole world.

"Since there is no one, that sword... is mine."

Laughing for a long time, Luo Hong stopped the laughter and said lightly.

He raised his head and looked at the floating snow sword hanging on the center flower boat.

Raises his hand, making a hook with five fingers.

A suction force was born out of thin air, and I wanted to **** the Piaoxue Sword away.

However, although the Piaoxue Sword trembled, it was still floating.

Wei Qiansui held his hands and didn't even look at the Floating Snow Sword above his head. There was a faint smile on his face. He looked at Luo Hong, seemingly mocking, as if laughing at Luo Hong. Why would you take the sword away? .

The sword is under his control, you say take it?

What did you Luo Hong use to fetch the sword? !

The atmosphere seemed to be a little stiff, Luo Hong continued to maintain the hooked position with his five fingers, but failed to shake the Piaoxue Sword away.

"Why? Since no one dared to fight... Shouldn't this Piaoxue Sword belong to my son?"

"You eunuch... dissatisfied?"

Luo Hongyin's hair is flying, said.

The evil monarch's mask exudes a bit of evil under the shining of Yuehua.

The smile on Wei Qiansui's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes became colder.

Eunuch?

I haven't heard such a name for many years. Since he became the chief **** and the celebrity next to Xia Huang, no one has dared to call him that way for many years.

For so many years, Luo Hong is the first person who dared to speak this name in front of him in an open and honest manner.

"Little evil animal, it's time to kill."

"We didn't tell who the sword is for, you can take it?"

Wei Qiansui said lightly.

Luo Hong squinted his eyes, his spiritual strength surged.

In the dantian, above the magic sword Asura, the red dress is flying, a beautiful shadow is floating.

"Help me get the sword!"

Luo Hong, Dao.

The shadow is silent, her eyes faint.

"Help me."

Luo Hong's will is suspended in front of the magic sword Asura.

"Help me this time, I will **** it up for you again."

Luo Hongdao.

The words fell, the red dress on the magic sword Asura seemed to smile slightly.

In an instant, Hundred Flowers faded.

……

Boom!

On Luoshen Lake, Luo Hong's eyes condensed, his palm jerked, and he tugged behind him.

A tyrannical sword intent erupted from his body, like a powerful suction surging in an instant.

Luo Hong's white shirt is flying.

"Sword, come here!"

On top of Wei Qiansui's head, the immovable Piaoxue Sword suppressed by Wei Qiansui's breath suddenly uttered a crisp sword chant.

Countless Jianhua burst out.

Sword spirit is like falling snow.

It looks like snowflakes are fluttering, and the north wind is howling!

Wei Qiansui's face suddenly stiffened while holding his hands.

Impossible? !

The Piaoxue Sword is blocked by his breath, how can Luo Hong take the sword? !

Shit!

The Piaoxue Sword trembled suddenly, and there was sword energy across it, which seemed to cut off the shackles. Afterwards, it turned into a silver streamer, which actually flew towards Luo Hong from the top of Wei Qiansui's head.

It seems that Luo Hong was forcibly detained from Wei Qiansui's hands.

When Luo Hong's hand held the Piaoxue Sword, the scenes between heaven and earth seemed to be still at this moment.

On the shore of Luoshen Lake, all the tourists from the rivers and lakes made unbelievable voices, with dull eyes, looking at the Wei Qiansui standing on the central flower boat, and Luo Hong, who took the sword on the Qiansui head. .

Sword, took it away?

That's it... Take it away? !

Among the many flower boats, many monks looked astonished. Why did Luo Hong take the Piaoxue Sword like this?

Could it be that this sword appreciation event is really just a sword appreciation event?

If this is not the case, Luo Hong wants to take the sword, won't Wei Qiansui stop it?

A dignified first-grade master, is it possible that he can't protect a sword?

Luo Hong smiled. When he held the Piaoxue Sword, Luo Hong's silver hair was silky, and his eyes were so bright in the completely silent night.

"But so."

The sound lingers on the lake surface faintly.

But the atmosphere of the entire Luoshen Lake was drawn to its apex.

Wei Qiansui squinted his eyes, and murderous intent surged in his eyes. He did not expect that Luo Hong would have the means to take the Piaoxue Sword from his control.

The powerful sword intent that broke out on Luo Hong just now made him startled.

Sure enough, there is a hole card in this piece.

No wonder I dared to leave Anping County and come to Jiangling Mansion all the way to participate in this sword appreciation meeting.

But what if you have a hole card?

The real Tianjiao evildoer in this world, who will have no hole cards.

Wei Qiansui didn't care.

"When did our family say that the sword appreciation conference is over? What is the crime of seizing the sword without authorization?!"

Wei Qiansui said lightly.

As soon as the words came out.

Wei Qiansui raised his hand and grabbed Luo Hong. The majestic power of heaven and earth surged. In an instant, a force of terror seemed to turn into a cage, crowding in all directions to give Luo Hong. Blocked to capture!

Luo Hong's expression remained unchanged.

Holding the Piaoxue Sword, Tianji and Chunjun hovered all over his body. The phantom of the sage in the dantian opened his eyes and tore through the pressure of the world formed by Wei Qiansui. Luo Hong stepped on the soles of his feet suddenly, and Luoshen Lake suddenly rose and fell. The waves are surging, and the huge waves are rolled up.

And his body also turned into a black arrow, flying backwards and shooting out.

Wei Qiansui stood on the bow and squinted: "Ignoring the pressure of the world, is the image of the saint condensed? You deserve to be a disciple..."

However, Wei Qiansui is not in a hurry to make a move.

Above the lake, there are two tyrannical auras, which can always lock him in.

The gun king Yuan Chenggang.

There is also a woman with a piano.

If Wei Qiansui guessed well, it should be Luo Hongchen's confidante, Situ Wei.

Wei Qiansui laughed.

He condescendingly looked at Luo Hong, who turned into a white light and swiftly towards the lake.

Extend your hand and pinch the white hair that is falling from your ears.

Said lightly, not loudly, but it blew up across the lake like thunder.

"The Sword Appreciation Conference is not over yet. Luo Hong's son has taken the Floating Snow Sword without authorization. The rules have been changed. Anyone below the second rank can shoot. There is no limit on the number of people. Kill this son~ IndoMTL.com~ In the center of the flower boat, the sword belongs to whoever, and the prince has the order, the person who obtains the Snow Sword, as the new owner of the Snow Sword, can get a chance to enter the Royal Secret Realm once."

"The Sword Appreciation Conference, officially begins."

Wei Qiansui, with a sharp voice, delivered the news.

The words fall.

After a few breaths of silence, the entire Luoshen Lake seemed to boil in an instant.

If you get the sword, can you get the chance to enter the royal secret realm?

This temptation is not a big deal!

Wow!

After being stagnant for a while, the flower boat after another suddenly shot out.

On Luo Hong's path of retreat, three flower boats slid over, blocking his path of retreat.

A monk rushed out of the flower boat, turned into a shock, and swept towards Luo Hong.

Their goal is simple, to seize the Piaoxue Sword and become the master of the Piaoxue Sword!

The monks who rushed out of the three flower boats were all third-ranked in cultivation, which was no better than Sanchuan and Wu Qingshan. However, the oppression formed by the three third-ranks was still huge.

In the distance, there was a flower boat surging forward, like a trapped beast, which surrounded Luo Hong.

One rank four rank, the Qi machine roars.

There are many third ranks, standing on the bow, staring at Luo Hong.

Luo Hong's upside-down body stopped, standing on the lake, with white clothes and silver hair, lightly looking at the people who surrounded him. There was no fear that everyone thought, but a weird smile.

"I can't fight one-on-one, are you about to start a gang fight?"

"Whether it can be a gang fight or something... My son likes it the most."

Luo Hong squatted slowly.

Under the shining of Yuehua, he stretched out his hand and reached the surface of the water.

Looking at the surroundings, the monks who surrounded him one after another, grinned and spoke softly.

"Stand up!"

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