Pfft, pfft!

The muffled sound of the knife piercing flesh drowned out the roar of the torrential rain.

Atrium of Zhao Mansion.

The seventh-level martial arts cultivator who had been stabbed countless times by Luo Hong was already cold all over, and blood was spraying out from the wounds on his neck like a fountain.

The seventh-level martial artist stared in disbelief at Luo Hong, who was wearing a mask and had an elegant and easy-going face.

"You...you are...a devil..."

puff!

Luo Hong's white clothes were stained with blood, and under the mask, the corner of his mouth curled up into a gentle smile.

The evil bead changed and turned into a long black sword, which suddenly passed by.

The head of this seventh-level martial artist rose into the sky, and his body and head separated.

Only his burly body was left, and he fell straight down, splashing water for more than two feet.

The atrium suddenly became extremely quiet.

There was only the sound of the heavy rain falling.

Luo Hong was dressed in white and had silver hair. He was holding a black evil bead sword and hummed a tune in his mouth.

The remaining seventh-level martial artist stared at Luo Hong's back and felt a chill coming to his heart. This guy... is really too evil.

A seventh grader died, stabbed to death by Luo Hong with his own sword.

This son is the son of Luo Rentu, and he indeed has the ferocity of Luo Rentu!

escape?!

This seventh-grade man had this thought in his heart at this moment.

But...where can I escape?

It would be fine if the mission was completed, but if the mission is not completed at this moment, I'm afraid I won't even be able to leave Anping County.

Therefore, he felt that for the present plan, he had to fight tooth and nail.

Luo Hong turned around leisurely, his white clothes fluttering somewhat gracefully in the heavy rain, and the rain kept falling down his cheeks. The corners of Luo Hong's mouth had the same evil arc as the corners of the mask's mouth.

Seeing the ferocious seventh-grade martial artist gradually showing up in his eyes, he couldn't help but laugh.

He raised his hand and hung it in the sky above the seventh-level martial arts cultivator whose head was beheaded.

It seemed like I had caught something faintly, and I slowly pulled it up.

"stand up."

Luo Hong wore a mask and said as if he was singing strangely.

The body struck by the heavy rain suddenly moved slightly, and a shadow under the dim light slowly squirmed...

The next moment, the seventh-level martial arts cultivator who had the intention to fight suddenly appeared as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The corpse of the companion squirmed for a while, and then the shadow separated and actually got up from the ground.

His companion turned into an evil shadow!

The shadow seemed to have turned into the most terrifying cage, with the undead crying and howling inside.

The evil shadow of the seventh grade.

Luo Hong chuckled.

He raised the evil bead sword and pointed at the still alive seventh-level martial artist from afar.

Bang!

The water exploded.

The seventh-grade evil shadow rushed out instantly.

In the incredible gaze of the living seventh-level martial artist, surging blood and energy rolled out, and he punched out.

He smashed the seventh-level martial artist to the ground, his head hit the ground and splashed with water.

The seventh-level martial arts cultivator at the end of Qiangnu, and the seventh-level evil shadow whose condition is getting higher and higher.

There is no suspense about the outcome of the battle.

Xie Ying grabbed the seventh-level martial arts cultivator's head with his big hands and lifted him up. The rain washed away the blood.

Luo Hong wore a mask, hummed a tune, swung his evil bead sword, and acted carelessly, like a street dude or a bohemian undead monarch.

Fear appeared in the eyes of this seventh-grade martial artist.

The elegant and easy-going smile on Luo Hong's face made him look like the sunshine boy next door.

That gentle smile calmed down the seventh-grade martial arts cultivator a little.

But, the next moment.

Luo Hong held the Evil Pearl Sword in his hand and pressed it against the neck of the seventh-level martial arts cultivator.

With a gentle smile, he slowly wiped it.

Blood sprayed all over Luo Hong's face and onto the mask of the evil evil king.

Luo Hong stretched out his finger and hooked it, summoning the evil shadow again.

The two dead seventh-level martial arts cultivators turned into Luo Hong's evil shadow...

"I'm about to kill you. I forgot to ask your names. In that case, I'll call you Xie Yi and Xie Er."

Luo Hong said with a smile.

The words fell.

The evil shadow of Dishan, the evil shadow of Hu Zhishui, the evil one and the evil two disappeared one after another.

Luo Hong suddenly raised his hand, held down the mask, and slowly took it off.

In an instant, exhaustion like a tide swept over his body. Luo Hong sat down on the ground, and his silver hair turned into black hair again.

In the atrium of Zhao Mansion, two corpses of seventh-grade martial arts cultivators exuded shocking blood.

Luo Hong was panting heavily, his eyes were wide and bloodshot, and he was a little depressed.

This may be the sequelae caused by the Evil King's Mask.

…

Zhao Mansion, backyard, wing room.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the ground filled with corpses in horror.

In front of her, a maidservant stood quietly. The maidservant who once did not tell her a new story but instead wrote a slate, now turned into a female asura and killed many people.

This is a plump maid with a cold face and a short knife in her hand, which glows coldly.

"Miss, don't worry."

"The enemies have been killed."

The maid looked back and gave Luo Xiaoxiao a smile.

However, Luo Xiaoxiao was still frightened. After all, she was just a little girl. Although she was a little willful, she had never seen such a cruel scene.

Her face turned pale and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Miss, the Zhao Mansion colluded with outsiders and used the young lady to threaten the young master and let the young master enter the Zhao Mansion in order to trap the young master and the young lady."

The maid said.

Luo Xiaoxiao's frightened eyes regained some light.

"my brother?"

After that, he seemed to have thought of something and was a little panicked: "Tell my brother not to come, it's too dangerous here!"

Luo Xiaoxiao shouted.

The maid's eyes became gentler: "Unfortunately, the young master should have entered the Zhao Mansion."

"Hong Xiu, you are so powerful, you can definitely save my brother!"

Luo Xiaoxiao was getting more and more scared now.

Her father is missing, and if her brother dies again, then she, Luo Xiaoxiao, will have no relatives in this world.

She doesn't want to be without relatives, she doesn't want to be alone.

The maid named Hongxiu nodded, took Luo Xiaoxiao's hand with her big hand, crossed the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and walked out of the wing.

…

The main gate of Zhao Mansion.

Luo Feng was wearing the uniform of Dali Temple, which was wetted by the rain and clung to his body.
To be continued...