The two of them made their qi and blood into clothes and rushed over again.

However……

Luo Hong, wearing the mask of the Evil King, was still trying his sword in white and silver hair in the rain.

The two seventh-grade martial artists are getting closer and closer.

Three zhang, two zhang, one zhang...

Suddenly.

Luo Hong raised his hand and slowly raised it up.

"come out."

"Entangled."

A faint voice, don't bother me with the irritability of the world.

The two seventh-grade martial artists who were fighting with blood and blood were scattered, but their bodies felt stiff.

roar!

It was like a wild beast roaring.

There was no idea when a burly figure as dark as ink appeared above their heads.

The evil evil is rolling, and the breath is dissipated, and it is actually a seventh-grade martial artist!

The original eighth-grade Di Shan Xieying vaguely reached the seventh-grade level with the increase of the Xiejun mask.

Bang!

Like a mountain falling down.

The two seventh-grade men each punched each, colliding with the Xieying Di Shan who was falling from the sky.

Di Shan's evil shadow was immediately smashed to pieces!

However, in an instant, he recovered again. His hands as dark as ink, held their faces while the two seventh-ranks were stunned and smashed them hard on the ground, like a huge rock throwing a lake, exploding a shocking splash.

Hu Zhishui's evil shadow was staring at him in the distance.

The crutch fell sharply.

One after another, black shadow crutches grew on the ground, like sharp spears.

Under the Evil King's mask, Hu Zhishui's evil shadow also became stronger!

Puff!

The two seventh ranks who were pressed on the ground were stabbed by crutches that grew on the ground.

However, they were strong in body, but the crutches did not pierce their bodies, but only made a blood hole.

The two seventh-grade men were furious and beat Di Shan Xieying again. One of them flew like a tiger and approached instantly. A whip leg also blew the evil shadow of Hu Zhishui who could not dodge.

However, Di Shan Xieying and Hu Zhishui Xieying quickly took shape again in the distance.

Immortality.

"Evil Cultivator!"

The two seventh-grade martial cultivators were bleeding from blood, staring at Luo Hong in white in the heavy rain, and said incredible.

Anping County’s justice model, General Luo’s descendants…

He is actually an evil practitioner!

Who dares to believe this if you say it?!

Luo Hong, wearing the Evil King mask and thinking about his sword moves, suddenly laughed.

The eyes under the mask turned and fell on the two seventh-grade martial artists.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a strange arc.

"I understand."

Then, Luo Hong held the sword in his back hand and laughed at the world full of heavy rain.

The sword in his hand suddenly shook it out!

The sword energy blew.

A sword.

The sword blade cuts the rain, and the air steeps.

Two swords.

The sword draws the arc and the light leaves traces.

Three swords.

The sword light wanders, like a swimming snake.

Four swords.

The sword energy soars into the sky, and the demon dragon becomes.

Although the small black dragon looks only three or four minutes alike to the white dragon swelling in Anping County, it makes two seventh-grade martial artists feel creepy!

Puff!

Luo Hong shook the sword, and the long sword in his hand broke inch by inch, and the black dragon rushed out, instantly eroding the bodies of the two seventh-grade martial artists. The blood on their bodies seemed to be scraped away in an instant, and they were in a state of despair.

The black dragon quickly exploded and turned into sword energy to disappear into heaven and earth.

Luo Hong, wearing a mask, curled his lips and spitted in the rain.

"There is only half a mask."

"I learned to be a four-dimensional master."

However, soon, his toes were like dragonflies, and he appeared in front of a devastated seventh-grade martial artist.

The evil bead emerged and turned into a black short knife in an instant.

He gave the seventh-grade martial artist a gentle and elegant smile.

Then, he jumped up and stabbed into the neck of the seventh-grade martial artist who had vented all his energy and blood.

Punch in and pull out.

Punch in and pull out again!

One knife, another knife, another knife.

Knife into the neck.
Chapter completed!