The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The whole world seemed to be shrouded in the rainstorm.

Depressed, dull, feeling the cry of the heavens.

Zhao Mansion.

Luo Hong was wearing a blood-stained white dress, wearing a mask, holding a sword in one hand, and walked out of the main hall of Zhaofu step by step, stepping onto the bluestone staircase, and instantly felt like stepping into a waterfall, and was soaked in the rain.

Zhao Donghan lay on the ground in the atrium where a layer of rain was filled with hazy eyes.

The blood kept flowing, causing the water in front of him to turn into the color of blood. He was still open his eyes, but the sky was spinning and confused in front of him.

He watched the young man in white step into the heavy rain step by step, and he felt both moved and sad.

Why do half of the world kill him if you are such a good person?

The seventh-grade martial arts practitioners are all in the ordinary army, but they are sent to kill the young masters who have been practicing for only a few days.

This is not a way out.

Seeing Luo Hong walking in the rain curtain and his steps were firm, Zhao Donghan felt even more uncomfortable.

The young master... is so kind and righteous.

At this time, you should give up on him and run away directly.

It is safest to escape back to Luo Mansion and be protected by Butler Chen.

"Quick...Escape!"

Zhao Donghan lay on the ground, shouting with all his strength.

However, before the sound could be heard too far, it was washed away by the heavy rain.

The two seventh-grade martial artists looked very serious.

Wei Wuxian is dead.

The cultivation of Taoist cultivation in Longhu Mountain is not weak. With one hand, the talisman art technique, even if the two of them join forces, they will suffer a great loss.

However, such a noble Taoist cultivator was cut off by Luo Hong and threw it out like a Cuju.

The two looked at each other, both of them seeing the solemnity in each other's eyes.

It’s not that Luo Rentu lives in seclusion in a small town and plans to live an ordinary life, so his son and daughter have never practiced.

But Luo Hong in front of him did not look like a mortal.

It is definitely not easy to be able to kill Wei Wuxian.

"kill!"

Two seventh-grade martial artists roared, with a low voice, and the vibrating rain exploded.

The blood on their bodies seemed to turn into small snakes and wrap around them. They stepped on them in one step and splashed three feet high rain.

Since Wei Wuxian is dead, they need to complete the task of killing Luo Hong.

With such a lot of effort, such a game was set up.

Even four second-grade swords were dispatched to involve the Dragon Transformation Sword. If Luo Hong was not killed, it would be ridiculed by the people of the world.

It doesn’t matter if Wei Wuxian dies, then they are probably nailed to the pillar of shame!

boom!

Two blood-colored figures leaned over and took a stud, leaned forward, smashing the falling raindrops, and each stepped on the pleasing steps on both sides, leaving behind phantoms and approaching Luo Hong.

He swung his fist as big as a bowl, aiming it at Luo Hong's head wearing a mask.

The seventh-grade martial artist's punch could instantly smash Luo Hong's head.

Luo Hong stood still calmly.

The rain kept flowing down the mask.

The already gray color between heaven and earth has changed, becoming more and more dark, endless sobs, endless darkness, like huge waves rising from the vast sea, to swallow Luo Hong's mind.

When the Evil King was put on the mask, Luo Hong felt a sense of strength.

Indescribably powerful.

The hurricane roared, which was the terrifying pressure of two approaching seventh-grade martial artists.

Luo Hong raised a smile on the corner of his mouth that was the same curve as the mask, and he felt awe-inspiring in an instant.

This smile made the two approaching seventh-grade martial artists tremble, and they felt a creepy cold air and indescribable evil.

Luo Hong leaned on the sword in one hand and raised the other, covering half of his face without a mask.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A low laughter, but no laughter at all, came from Luo Hong's mouth.

"Pretending to be a ghost! Death!"

Two people who are seventh grade drink coldly.

The murderous intention is revealed!

"The world laughs at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at me for being... all fools."

His eyes suddenly became sharp, and Luo Hong's mouth was erratic and upturned, and he said.

boom!

Two huge fists with big mouths of bowls were smashed down, and the accumulated water on the ground exploded two circles of seven-foot-high water rings. The water rings collided, just like two large water tanks colliding together, causing people's eardrums to shake.

However, the white robes wearing masks had disappeared from their original place.

The two seventh-grade martial artists were shocked and felt a palpitations.

But he could hear the sound of sword chanting. A long sword cuts out water droplets, shattering the exploded water ring, and slashing towards the carotid artery of the two of them.

The sharpness brought by the sword tip made the continuous qi and blood of the two seventh-grade martial artists look a little cold and silent.

The two reacted very quickly, their palms flipped back suddenly, and then pushed forward with great force.

Push the tip of the sword away.

Luo Hong's white shirt rolled up like a stunning sphere. In the middle of his rotation, he threw away countless raindrops, lit the water surface with his toes, and kept retreating, pulling out a gully on the ground full of rain.

Luo Hong, wearing a mask, maintained a gentle smile every moment, but the evil spirit in his smile seemed to go crazy when he saw it.

The eyes under the mask are looking at the world is decay, but it is also the clearest.

"Does half of the world kill me?"

Luo Hong's mouth under the mask of Xie Jun slightly raised.

"Then what's wrong with slaughtering him half of the world?"

A faint laugh started.

Luo Hong looked at the rolling white dragon in the city, and the world was dimly eclipsed at this moment.

"Good sword technique."

Luo Hong exclaimed.

After putting on the Evil King mask, all kinds of abilities of six senses, strength, speed, and consciousness have been greatly increased.

The white dragon's sword made the light flow in his gray eyes.

"This boy...is very strange!"

"So quickly and quickly!"

Compared to the full of fighting with Zhao Donghan, Luo Hong, wearing the mask of the Evil King, was too weird.

Although his sword cultivation is only nine grades, he is under greater pressure than Zhao Donghan, who has reached the seventh grade after swallowing the blood pill.

Plus Wei Wuxian's head rolling by the rain.

A little anxiety and uneasiness actually emerged in their hearts.

The evil king Luo Hong, wearing a mask, held the sword and stood there, tilting his head, as if thinking about something.

He swung his sword from time to time, as if he was imitating some sword moves.

The two seventh-grade martial artists looked at each other and felt a strange feeling, "When fighting, think about swordsmanship?"

"Do it on purpose, or seeking death?"

The two of them had fierce eyes.

“No matter what.”

"Kill him and you can go back and hand in the mission."

The two looked at each other, and their murderous intent was so strong that they wanted to make the raindrops between heaven and earth stagnate for a while.

boom!
To be continued...