The old man had a boy holding an umbrella, and the heavy rain hit the umbrella, causing misty water splashes.

I heard Luo Hong, who was sitting in the rain curtain, asking questions with a smile as bright as a flower.

The old man's grooved face, which was originally smiling, gradually became expressionless.

"Luo Rentu's son..."

Wen Tianxing looked at Luo Hong and didn't respond, just looked deeply.

Is this son really only at the ninth level?

Why did Luo Hong's smiling face at this moment give him an inexplicable feeling of palpitations?

He felt that it was best to kill this son now, otherwise... this son would definitely become a serious problem for the prince in the future.

Vaguely, in Luo Hong's body, he saw Luo Rentu from back then.

The figure, who looked like an ordinary farmer, walked back step by step from the corpses of five thousand iron-clad Hu men, carrying a bloody hatchet.

Luo Feng was in a trance.

Looking at the messy and dilapidated courtyard after the battle, I didn't know what to say.

He saw the corpses of two seventh-level martial arts cultivators, and with his eyesight, he naturally also saw the long-dead corpse of Wei Wuxian in the main hall of the house.

Two seventh-grade martial arts cultivators, one seventh-grade Taoist cultivator...

So he died in Luo Hong's hands.

If it is said that Chen Tianxuan prepared a backup plan for Luo Hong to deal with these three seventh-grade people, then it makes sense.

However, in fact, Chen Tianxuan did not have much backup in Anping County. Luo Rentu took his children to live in seclusion. He hoped that his children would be safe and he just wanted to be a mortal isolated from the world and the temple.

Therefore, there is not much protective power. Otherwise, with the black-armored army under the command of Luo Rentu, who would dare to come and die?

There is only one Chen Tianxuan in the entire Anping County.

But that alone is enough.

Many second-level people did not dare to enter the city. They only dared to use their methods outside the city to try their best to involve Chen Tianxuan and buy time for the killers in the city.

However, it seems that these seventh-grade killers... were all killed by Luo Hong alone!

As for the half-dead Zhao Donghan lying on the ground, Luo Feng still understood that the guard probably couldn't be counted on.

The entire Zhao Mansion fell into an eerie silence.

"elder brother!"

Shouts that tore through the rain curtain broke the eerie silence.

Luo Xiaoxiao rushed into the rain curtain.

Although she hated that Luo Hong always made her physically moved when he told stories, Luo Hong was her only relative after all.

My mother died early and my father disappeared mysteriously.

The only relative in Luo Xiaoxiao's heart is Luo Hong.

The rain instantly washed Luo Xiaoxiao into a drowned rat. Tears kept pouring out of the girl's eyes, mixing with the rain, making her look a bit pitiful and miserable.

The maid Hong Xiu quickly held an umbrella and followed behind.

Luo Hong did not look at Wen Tianxing, but turned to look at Luo Xiaoxiao.

"It's okay."

"Don't cry."

Luo Hong smiled and patted Luo Xiaoxiao's chubby cheek.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the hideous wounds on Luo Hong's body and cried even more sadly.

In addition to being injured when Luo Hong saved her, her sadness was also the sadness of being betrayed.

Zhao Yue was one of her few friends who could play with her, but now, he had tricked her and even wanted to use her to trick and kill Luo Hong.

"Why are you crying? There is a brother here. At worst, he will go back and tell you some more nice stories."

Luo Hong smiled.

"Half the world wants our brother and sister to die."

"Then we, brother and sister, will not die. We will make them angry to death."

Luo Hong said and burst into laughter.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at his laughing brother and, not knowing why, burst into tears and started laughing.

The old man looked thoughtfully at the crazy-looking brother and sister.

With his hands behind his back, under the umbrella held by the child, he held the stove and left the Zhao Mansion.

…

Butler Chen stood in a green dress in the heavy rain.

Ruthless.

He raised his head and looked at the raindrops falling all over the sky, dissipating the energy around him.

Let the raindrops wash over his face.

The huge white dragon roared across the sky and the earth, and there seemed to be thousands of sword auras growing on the plains like spring grass. The spears that burst out like thunder were shattered, and the ice crystal arrows that merged with the sky and the earth were also knocked off by the sword aura.

Butler Chen has turned a third of his hair gray.

On the cheeks washed by the heavy rain, the closed eyes suddenly opened.

Murderous intent surged in his eyes.

The palm of his hand pressed down sharply.

The bronze sword suspended around him suddenly divided into four swords.

It shot out rapidly in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.

The four swords pierced into the earth.

boom!!!

A sound like a landslide surrounded Anping County, like a huge mountain peak collapsing and the Tongtian Building toppling.

After that, the world became quiet.

Butler Chen had his hands behind his back, a green shirt clinging to his body under the rain.

Taking a step forward, the ancient bronze sword flew towards him and landed at his feet. A burst of air rushed out of his body, evaporating and falling into the rain. The green shirt seemed to be inflated and was constantly fluttering.

He is as handsome as a swordsman sitting in the sky, smiling at the world.

The sword flew through the air like a meteor.

Fall before Zhao Mansion.

It happened that the children were holding umbrellas and the old people were walking slowly.

Butler Chen carried a rag and wrapped it around the ancient bronze sword bit by bit, looking at the old man calmly.

"General Luo, you gave birth to a good son."

The old man said: "This is not a good thing."

Butler Chen was minding his own business, curling his sword.

"It's a pity, I came here to protect him this time." The old man shook his head, smiled, and asked the child to hold the umbrella and pass by Butler Chen.

Butler Chen rolled up his sword, turned his back to the old man, and put the ancient sword on his back.

"So, next time... you will kill my young master?"

Butler Chen said calmly.

As the words fell, heaven and earth became silent.

for a long time.

The old man's voice floated up.

"It depends on the Luo family."

The little child held an umbrella, and the little child supported the old man, and his figure gradually disappeared into the rain.

…

Outside Anping County.

Black shadows broke through the heavy rain and swept across quickly, seeming to explore the outcome of the terrifying battle.

Oriental Huangni Slope.

A clay figurine, an old Taoist, kept drinking wine while a sword penetrated the gourd and the old Taoist's throats, nailing them to the ground.

North, open and flat land.
To be continued...