Chapter 50

Pooh, Pooh!

The dull sound of the knife into the meat suppressed the roar of the torrential rain.

Zhao house atrium.

The Qi pin Wu Xiu, who had been stabbed by Luo Hong for a long time, was already cold all over, and his blood was like a fountain spraying down the wound on his neck.

That seven grade martial arts repair can't believe of stare at wear a mask, full face gentle and easy-going Luo Hong.

"You You are The devil... "

Poof!

Luo Hong's white clothes were stained with blood. Under his mask, a gentle smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

The evil spirit bead changes, turns into the black long sword, suddenly wipes.

The head of Qi pin Wu Xiu rose to the sky, and his body and head separated.

Only the burly body, straight down, hit the water more than two feet.

The atrium suddenly became extremely quiet.

All that remained was the incessant crash of heavy rain.

Luo Hong was dressed in white, with silver hair and black Shazhu sword. He hummed a tune in his mouth.

The remaining seven grade martial arts practitioner stares at Luo Hong's back and feels a chill. This son It's so weird.

He killed a Qipin and was stabbed to death by Luo Hong.

This son is the son of Luo Ren Tu, who is really cruel!

Escape?!

This kind of thought appeared in the heart of the seven grades at the moment.

But Where can I escape?

If the task is finished, it's OK, but now the task is not finished, I'm afraid even Anping County can't go out.

Therefore, he felt that for today's sake, there was a fight.

Luo Hong turns around leisurely. His white clothes are fluttering in the rainstorm. The rain is falling down his cheek. Luo Hong's mouth is like a mask's.

Looking at the fierce Qipin Wuxiu who gradually appeared in his eyes, he couldn't help laughing.

He raised his hand and hung over the Qipin Wuxiu who had his head cut off.

It's like grabbing something and slowly pulling it up.

"Stand up."

Luo Hong, wearing a mask, seems to be singing strangely.

The body shocked by the rainstorm suddenly moved slightly, and a shadow under the dim light moved slowly

The next moment, let that have the intention of fighting Qipin martial arts, such as falling into the ice cave scene appeared.

The companion's body squirmed, and then the shadow separated and got up from the ground.

His companion turned into evil shadow!

The shadow seems to turn into the most terrible cage, in which the dead cry.

The evil shadow of Qipin.

Luo Hong chuckled.

He raised the Sha Zhu sword and pointed to the living Qi pin Wu Xiu.

Bang!

The water burst.

The seven grade evil shadow rushed out in an instant.

In that living Qipin Wuxiu's incredible eyes, the surging Qi and blood rolled out and smashed out with one punch.

He smashed the seven grade martial arts practitioner on the ground, hit his head with the ground and splashed water.

At the end of the strong crossbow, Qipin martial arts cultivation and Qipin evil shadow are more and more high.

There is no suspense about the outcome of the battle.

Evil shadow grabs Qipin Wuxiu's head and lifts him up. The rain washes his blood.

Luo Hong is wearing a mask, humming a little tune, swinging a magic bead sword, hanging around like a street dandy or a bohemian king of the dead.

Fear appeared in the eyes of the seven grade martial arts practitioner.

Luo Hong's smile is gentle and easy-going, just like the sunshine brother next door.

That gentle smile, let seven grade martial arts repair of heart slightly settle down.

But the next moment.

In Luo Hong's hand was Sha Zhu sword, which was against Qi pin Wu Xiu's neck.

With a gentle smile, slowly wipe off.

Blood sprayed on Luo Hong's face and on his mask.

Luo Hong stretched out his finger to hook it and summoned the evil shadow again.

The two dead seven grade martial arts practitioners turned into Luo Hong's evil shadows

"Kill fast, forget to ask your name, in that case, call you, evil one, evil two."

Luo Hong said with a smile.

Words fall.

Dishan evil shadow, hushuishui evil shadow, evil one evil two have disappeared.

Luo Hongmeng raised his hand, pressed the mask and slowly took it off.

In a flash, the tide of fatigue swept his body. Luo Hong sat on the ground, his silver hair turned black again.

In the atrium of Zhao's house, two corpses of Qipin Wuxiu exude the blood of full impact.

Luo Hong gasped, his eyes widened and bloodshot. He was a little depressed.

This may be the sequela of the mask of evil king.

……

Zhao house, backyard, wing room.Luo Xiaoman looks at the ground full of corpses in horror.

In front of her, a maid stood quietly. The maid who had beaten the board without telling her a new story had turned into a nun and killed many people.

This is a plump maid with a cold face and a knife in her hand.

"Don't worry, miss."

"The enemy has been killed."

The maid looked back and gave Luo a small smile.

However, Luo Xiaoxiao is still scared. After all, she is just a little girl. Although she is a little willful, she has never seen such cruel pictures.

She was pale and shaking all over.

"Miss, the Zhao government colludes with outsiders, uses miss to threaten the young master, lets the young master enter the Zhao government, wants to kill the young master and the young lady."

Said the maid.

Luo Xiao's frightened eyes restored some light.

"My brother?"

Later, it seemed that he thought of something and was a little frightened: "don't let my brother come here, it's too dangerous!"

Cried Luo Xiaoxiao.

The maidservant's eyes were more and more gentle: "unfortunately, the young master should have entered Zhao's house."

"Brother Hongxiu, I'm sure you can save me!"

Luo Xiaoxiao is more and more afraid at the moment.

Dad is missing. If brother dies again, she will never have any relatives in this world.

She doesn't want to be without family. She doesn't want to be alone.

The maidservant, who called Hongxiu, nodded, took Luo Xiaoxiao's hand in his big hand, crossed the sea of corpses, and walked out of the wing room.

……

The gate of Zhao mansion.

Wearing the uniform of Dali temple, Luofeng was watered by the rain.

Behind him, Zi Wei and Fang Zheng stand quietly.

Their faces were serious, and they could smell the blood flowing from the Zhao mansion.

However, Luo Feng did not immediately enter the mansion, but turned to look into the distance.

There, in the storm.

An old man came slowly, a child with an umbrella and a child with help.

The two sides met in front of the Zhao family.

The old man nodded and laughed, then went on to the mansion.

Luo Feng took a deep breath and looked at the old man with deep eyes. He also followed him.

As soon as I entered Zhao's house, I saw corpses all over the ground.

Zhao Yue's unwilling head is washed away by the rain.

In the courtyard, there are 30 killers of night clothes.

"There's a nine grade martial arts master in the Qing Dynasty, and there's an eight grade martial arts master."

Fang Zheng glanced at it, judged it, and took a breath.

However.

The old man just glanced, and the smile on his face was a little less.

Let the child help him to keep on walking.

Luo Feng didn't speak. He followed him with a straight face.

Soon, several people went through the garden of Zhao's house and came to the atrium in front of the main hall of Zhao's house.

The old man stopped, and the rain from the umbrella eaves seemed to interweave into a bead curtain.

Through the bead curtain, the old man saw Luohong in white sitting in the rainstorm with the mask in his hand.

Around Luo Hong, Qi pin Wu Xiu's corpse is still releasing his fierce Qi and blood

The picture is still.

The rain became silent.

The sky, the earth and the water share the color of blood.

Luo Feng's eyes shrank, full of incredible.

Ziwei covers her mouth.

Square face, expressionless face, smoked.

On the other side.

The maid who came out of the other courtyard of Zhao's house took Luo Xiaoxiao and saw Luo Hong sitting in the atrium and being watered by rain.

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the whole body stained with blood, face bloodless, such as drowned brother, eyes instantly red.

The rain roared down.

Luo Hong slowly turned his head, through the hazy rain, saw the red eyed Luo Xiao, with a gentle and indulgent smile on his face.

Then he turned his head and looked at the old man standing in the rain.

There was a silence.

Open your mouth.

As if squatting on the street smoking new neighbors cordial greetings.

"Brother and sister, too?"

"Take the liberty to ask..."

"What's your name, old man?"

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