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Chapter 47 Who Said That Seventh Stage Can't Kill(1/2)

The heavy rain is falling all over the sky, as if God is angry.

In the atrium of the Zhao Mansion that was ravaged by the heavy rain, Zhao Donghan let out a low roar and kept fighting with the two seventh-level martial arts cultivators.

His bravery, fearlessness and risk-taking fighting style made the two seventh-level martial arts cultivators a little afraid.

One person entangled the two, but Zhao Donghan was anxious.

Because there was also a seventh-grade Taoist cultivator in the main hall, and the young master was alone as a Taoist cultivator, he was anxious.

How does the ninth grade fight against the seventh grade?

Although the gap between low-grade products is not as huge as that between high-grade products, fighting across the second grade is not easy.

"piss off!"

Zhao Donghan roared, his energy and blood boiling, and he punched his fists against the rain curtain. Two seventh-level martial arts cultivators, Leng Su, also punched.

Two fists against four hands.

The raindrops falling from the sky continued to shatter, exploding into clouds of water mist.

Zhao Donghan stepped forward, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, but they slid backwards for several meters, and his legs were bruised and dripping with blood.

The bones of his fists were distorted, and the skin on his fists was blurred, revealing the ferocious iron bones.

far away.

Two seventh-grade martial arts cultivators stood there, blood steaming around their bodies, and the burst of blood formed a vague layer of blood on their bodies.

He stared at Zhao Donghan with cold eyes.

However, they saw Zhao Donghan standing up unsteadily, roaring from his throat, leaning over and stepping on three feet of water, charging towards him.

"I once followed General Saibei to kill the barbarians!"

Zhao Donghan roared loudly and his eyes turned red instantly, "Today, I will protect you even to the death!"

The cold night sky and the heavy rain like pillars.

Grains fell one by one, covering the oppressive earth.

Zhao Donghan lazily hugged someone and kept rushing forward, letting the other person's strong elbow hit him hard on the back.

Coughing blood.

One versus two, even if they risk their lives, they may not be able to win. Zhao Donghan knew in his heart that all he could do was hold these two people back.

Waiting for Butler Chen to come to the rescue!



The ninth grade kills the seventh grade?

Can you say this?

Wei Wuxian came from the Great Zhou Dynasty to carry out a secret mission. He killed the descendants of Luo Rentu who had just returned to the north of the Great Wall to massacre hundreds of thousands of Hu soldiers. He ruined the relationship between the King of Zhenbei and Luo Rentu, and detonated the conflict between the King of Zhenbei and the prince.

contradiction.

He also sighed that the young master and young lady of the Luo family were so innocent that they became the victims of the court dispute.

But he never thought that the young master of the Luo family would be such an arrogant and arrogant person.

There is an eighth grade between the ninth grade and the seventh grade. Unless the Luo family master obtains the true inheritance of the Dragon Transformation Sword, there is no chance that the ninth grade can kill the seventh grade.

What's more, he is also a Taoist cultivator who came from Longhu Mountain in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He has practiced on Longhu Mountain for many years. He is not an ordinary monk from a small sect.

Luo Hong held the sword and looked at Wei Wuxian calmly.

This Zhao Mansion is indeed a trap.

Luo Hong was not sure at first, but now he is certain.

Luo Hong never expected that three seventh-grade men came to kill him. Could it be that his identity as an evil cultivator was exposed?

Otherwise, why would he, the son of an ordinary landlord, be killed by three seventh-grade men?

Where does Luo Hong get his face?

But thinking about what Wei Wuxian said before, maybe he, Luo Hong, is the heir of the general?

Luo Hong frowned, thinking about his mysteriously missing cheap landlord father. Maybe... it has something to do with this missing father?

Thinking of this, Luo Hong couldn't help but let out a breath.

Everyone has disappeared, leaving such a mess to his son and daughter.

What an unfit father.

In Luo Hong's memory, the honest and simple face of his father left a deep impression.

Will the debts of the father be repaid by the son?

Luo Hong held the sword and moved his gaze to Wei Wuxian, who had black and yellow talismans floating around him.

"You seduced the Zhao family, kidnapped my sister, and planned to kill me. Can you tell me why?"

Luo Hong asked.

Wei Wuxian raised his hand, a piece of black and yellow paper rippling like seaweed on his fingertips.

"It's just that you have a bad background. Now, most of the world wants you brother and sister to die."

Wei Wuxian smiled.

"Death early and free yourself early, otherwise you will go crazy if you feel the oppression and malice brought by this world."

Wei Wuxian's words made Luo Hong curl his lips.

Most of the world wants him and Luo Xiaoxiao to die?

This shocked Luo Hong a bit, but after the shock, he felt a bit of unknown anger.

Who did he and Xiaoxiao offend?!

Why do you want us to die?!

Luo Hong's eyes gradually became cold. He was not a good person to begin with. Ever since he obtained the Villain's Manual, Luo Hong had determined to be a bad person.

Now it seems that the whole world... is forcing him to become a great villain.

"Well, if you know less, death will not be so painful. Otherwise, you will be unwilling and full of resentment on the way to hell, and you will not even be able to enter the path of reincarnation."

Wei Wuxian pointed his slender hand at Luo Hong and said.

call out!

The sharp sound immediately covered up the roar of the rainstorm and tore apart the silence of the night.

The black and yellow paper was burned by flames out of thin air.

Luo Hong held his sword, and when he focused his eyes, he found nine blazing fireballs floating in the sky above the main hall.

"Taojutsu!"

Luo Hong stared, remembering Wei Wuxian's self-introduction and caring about remembering his name before.

Only then did I remember that Wei Wuxian mentioned Longhu Mountain in his self-introduction.

"Dazhou, Longhu Mountain?"

Luo Hongdao.

"Are you from the Zhou Dynasty?"

Luo Hong said coldly and solemnly.

Wei Wuxian laughed coldly, waved his hands, and pieces of black and yellow talisman paper were constantly entangled around him. Each talisman paper was as sharp as a dagger, sweeping like a whirlwind, trying to cut off Luo Hong's head.

Luo Hong swung his sword fiercely and slashed at the balls of flames.

The huge force caused Luo Hong's complexion to change slightly, and his body was forced to retreat continuously.

As if he had everything under control, Wei Wuxian swept away with a flick of his sleeves.

The door to the main hall of the Zhao Mansion was immediately closed and sealed tightly, cutting off Luo Hong's escape route.

Luo Hong's back hit the door hard, and nine fireballs came with scorching heat, as if they were going to burn Luo Hong into ashes!

Luo Hong didn't care and rolled over on the ground in embarrassment.

He stood up, picked up the bodies of several guards with one hand, and collided with the fireballs.

The bodies that collided were instantly burned to charcoal.

Luo Hong held the sword in one hand, his face as gloomy as dead water.

The sword energy in the meridians in the body circulated crazily.

One way, two ways, three ways...

Stack swords!

In an instant, there were five stacks, and there was sharp energy all over the body.
To be continued...
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