Fang Zheng was drifting in the rain. He was traveling very fast, crossing the lanes of Anping County and arriving at Gopher Street, a slum.

The ground of Gopher Street was covered with a thick layer of foul-smelling water.

My feet stepped on it and my shoes and pants were soaked.

The strong and pungent smell of blood and the strong yet lingering smell of death cannot be washed away even by rain.

There was a body lying on the ground.

"This is... corpse refining."

Fang Zheng is not weak in knowledge, and he can tell that the corpses on the ground are walking corpses that have been refined through special means, and this kind of walking corpses are not difficult to deal with.

One or two or something, for Fang Zheng, they can be easily eliminated.

but……

Normally, zombies are never sent out in just a few or two, but in hundreds or thousands.

With more than a hundred walking corpses, Fang Zheng has no confidence that he can solve them.

At this moment, Fang Zheng looked at the densely packed walking corpses on the long street through the raindrop curtain under the roar of the sky...

This scene, which was like a road to hell, gave him a huge impact.

There are at least a thousand walking corpses, right?

Comparing it to an army, how did Luo Hong solve it?

He came to the body of the dead evil cultivator, and the novice monk knelt down on the roof devoutly.

"A half-sixth level evil cultivator!"

"Is Young Master Luo Hong already able to kill half of the sixth-grade evil cultivators?"

A look of disbelief appeared on the square and dull face.

Suddenly, he saw Zhao Donghan sitting in the rain, looking confused.

Isn't this Luo Hong's guard?

Fang Zheng helped Zhao Donghan up and asked in detail about the cause, process, and results of the battle. He needed to make a case record.

Semi-sixth-grade evil cultivators are all famous on Dali Temple's wanted list of evil cultivators. Even if they die, they still need to make detailed case records and report them.

Zhao Donghan shook his head and was filled with emotion.

"My young master... is righteous and invincible, and is invulnerable to ghosts and gods. The half-sixth-grade evil cultivator was even inspired by my young master. The immortals caressed his head, and he piously purified himself of all evil spirits..."

Zhao Donghan patted his chest and said loudly that he had seen this with his own eyes and could not fake it.

When Fang Zheng heard this, he couldn't help but believe it and took a breath.

"As expected of Young Master Luo Hong, a model of justice in Anping County and the nemesis of evil cultivators..."

"From the female evil cultivator from the Ma Bandit Gang, to Hu Zhishui, to these dead half-sixth-grade evil cultivators, etc., Young Master Luo Hong can always find traces of the evil cultivators faster than us, the Dali Temple envoys.

, and get rid of it.”

Fang Zheng was filled with emotion. Luo Hong had robbed him of all the work of the Dali Temple envoy.

No wonder Master Luo Feng wanted him to learn from Luo Hong.

…

Dragon Transformation Sword, Nine Swords Transform into Dragons, and a shocking sword strike.

In an instant, four first-level masters shocked the world. First-level masters, even those who have not entered the dynasty ranking, are still famous existences.

In the eyes of mortals, they are all fairy-like figures.

But such a fairy-like figure was killed instantly by a sword like a chicken or a dog.

The vast white dragon that condensed countless sword energy roared into the sky and earth, cutting through the heavy dark clouds in the sky to create an outrageous ravine.

With one sword, he can be called a land fairy.

This is an extremely sublime sword.

It is also filled with the belief of the Dragon Sword Chen Tianxuan throughout his life.

The people present were shocked and sighed.

However, what really frightened the people present was not these, but the clanging sound of cavalry that resounded from all directions, like a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking.

Those Jianghu people wanted to escape from this place, but they were all forced back by the cavalry.

The cold wind howling like an iceberg made them despair and desolate.

The armor, which was as black as ink, emitted a cold light under the wash of the rain. Each armor had knife marks left by the fight, and the knife marks were mixed with blood.

This is a war-fighting force!

On the city tower, Luo Feng stared through the rain curtain at the army that seemed to be hunting the rivers and lakes, and his heart surged.

"Luo family cavalry!"

Luo Fengdao.

Luo Hong's silver hair was flying as he stared at the black-armored army appearing in the rain.

Whether they are humans or horses, they are all covered with iron armor, their eyes are cold and ruthless, and murderous intent is surging.

Just by looking at it, it seems like you will be scared out of your wits.

A bunch of Jianghu people and practitioners who came out of the city to watch the battle were all surrounded in front of the open space under Anping County.

These people from all over the place, as well as spies and monks from various major forces, all turned pale at this moment.

Looking at the black-armored troops around them, they felt that death was so close to them.

Under the castle tower.

Butler Chen, who was wearing a green shirt and with white hair, looked calm.

Looking at the group of guys gathered together in armor, they suddenly laughed heartily.

No matter which force these people come from.

But since I dare to come to Anping County, it is because I have thoughts about the young master.

Then they all should be killed!

Under the cold sword of the cavalry, no dead soul is innocent!

From the moment they stepped into Anping County, there was no innocent!

Even the old man Wen Tianxing is like this.

…

The heavy rain fell, rolling up the mountains and covering them with yellow mud.

Wen Tianxing was running around in a hurry, and the crane robe on his body had already been stained with dirty yellow mud.

"Why are the Luo family cavalry here?"

"Since the Luo family's cavalry is here, the Luo Rentu must have come back... It's not that the 300,000 barbarians from Wangting's Golden Tent are pressing down on the border. How dare he abandon the northern part of the Great Wall and run back to Jiangling!"

Wen Tianxing's old face showed a bit of fear and disbelief.

It was because Luo Rentu could not return that he dared to come to Anping from the capital in order to bring Luo Rentu's heirs to the capital.

However, now something unexpected happened.

Wen Tianxing ran for a long distance, and when he heard the sound of horses treading the mud, he took out a piece of talisman paper from his wide sleeves, rubbed the talisman paper, and turned into a flying crane.

Hearing that Tianxing turned over on the crane, he wanted to ride on the crane and leave.

However.

Just after taking off.

I heard the sound of a bow string being tightened.

There is a figure below, all wrapped in black armor, bending a bow and shooting at cranes.

An arrow containing tyrannical power penetrated the flying crane and penetrated Wen Tianxing's chest. It shot out a ball of blood in the rain. Wen Tianxing fell to the ground in embarrassment and was covered in mud.

Wen Tianxing lay on the ground, a pair of iron-clad black boots stepped down in front of him, and yellow muddy water splashed all over his face.

Raising his head with difficulty, Wen Tianxing saw a figure that was not tall, even a little rickety.

The man took off his helmet, revealing an honest and honest face, and slowly leaned down.

He grabbed Wen Tianxing's head with his palm and lifted it up.

"Old man, are you the one plotting against my son?"

Wen Tianxing's face turned pale. Looking at this honest face, he muttered a name.

"Luo Rentu."

…
To be continued...