Chapter 45: ?Mie Manmen

The rain is getting heavier.
　　 As if God roared, roaring the whole world.
　　 Zhao Mansion, atrium.
　　 The blood water turned crookedly into small snakes running around.
　　 Zhao Donghan stood up from the ground, his burly body had an uncontrollable murderous intent.
　　 lifted his foot and stomped it. The eighth-grade iron bone martial artist who was pressed by him in the stagnant water was trampled on his head, as if a stuffy ball was trampled on.
　　The white and red ones scattered under the rain.
　　 Zhao Donghan, the brawny man who got up from the pile of corpses on the battlefield, didn't change his face. He just spat and cursed disdainfully.
far away.
　　 Luo Hong is dressed in white, and the blood on the sword has long been washed away.
　　 Zhao Yue's body fell to the ground, his head rolled in the distance, eyes open, full of resentment and resentment.
　　 She once thought that she knew Luo Hong very well, the elegant and easy-going Luo Hong would not kill her. Those who died in Luo Hong's hands were all the pickled bad guys and evil.
　　 This is also the reason why she dares to calculate Luo Hong.
　　 However, she was wrong. Before she died, she discovered that this man who had been in her life for her whole life... she didn't understand at all.
　　 Unfortunately, she has no chance to understand it anymore.
　　 Thirty night clothes killers, all dead.
　　 Zhao Donghan who swallowed the blood pill was like a wild beast out of the cage, fiercely fierce, his skin was hot, like a soldering iron, steaming in the rain.
　　 He stared at Luo Hong, feeling that the son had really changed.
　　 The young man can actually destroy the flowers with his hand, thinking that the young man's sword is only swinging at the evil.
　　 "My son, what do you do next?"
　　 Zhao Donghan asked with a low voice, overwhelming the sound of rain.
　　 Luo Hong stood in the rain, with the tip of his sword hitting the ground, his hands on the handle, looking at the brightly lit Zhao Mansion.
　　 "Next?"
　　 Luo Hong held his sword and slowly raised his chin. The rain gathered water flowed down his smooth chin, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a curve of excitement.
　　 "Destroy the whole door."
　　 Is it sinful enough?
　　……
　　 Zhaofu Main Hall.
　　 The chips are staggered, and the aroma of wine is permeated.
　　 The three Patriarchs of the Zhao Family, Wang Family, and Zhou Family are all waiting for Luo Hong's head to be sent.
　　 They are merchants. Although they can't be called to cover the sky in Anping County, they actually do not commit assaults.
　　 In their opinion, with the martial arts forces brought by the Beijing Yanxiao, besieging Luo Hong is not easy.
　　Although Luo Hong destroyed a Heiyun Village, the three masters knew a little about the details inside. The Heiyun Village was actually destroyed by evil spirits.
　　 That Young Master Luohong, only an exhausted evil spirit was killed.
　　 Therefore, they are confident.
　　Furthermore, the monks are also divided into ranks, Luo Hong is only the 9th rank, and those martial arts who besieged are all 9th ​​rank, and even 8th rank leads the team.
　　 Ten hold nine.
　　 suddenly.
　　 The servant outside the door rushed in in a panic and bumped into the table and chair. The eyes of the wet servant were full of panic.
　　 The Patriarch of the Zhao family rubbed the jade finger on his thumb, frowned, and shouted angrily: "What the hell?!"
　　 "Old...Master...it's not good!"
　　The slave is like a chicken, but at the moment it is lost.
　　 Everything that happened in the atrium of Zhao's Mansion shocked the mind of this servant, making him creepy and unbelievable.
"speak nicely."
　　 The Wang Family Patriarch also stared at it and shouted.
　　 The three salt lords from Beijing on the wine table were very calm.
　　 "Master, Luo Hong and the guards killed all of us who were in ambush, Miss... Miss was also beheaded!"
　　 The servant almost cried and said.
　　 The Patriarch of the Zhao family trembled all over, and suddenly felt a cold air rising from the soles of his feet.
"How can it be?!"
　　 "So many martial arts, there are eighth-rank martial arts... how can they be killed?!"
　　 The Patriarch of the Zhao Family was unbelievable, almost shouting like a roar.
　　 Zhao Yue is dead, his daughter is dead...
　　 But, he has no time to be sad, because what else would Luo Hong do after killing those people?
　　 You don't have to think about it, you must continue to kill.
　　 Even the Wuxiu guards couldn't stop Luo Hong, so they...I'm afraid it would be dangerous.
　　 For a time, the atmosphere on the wine table was extremely cold and solemn.
　　 Just now, I was still discussing the wine glasses in the hands of the Wang Family and Zhou Family Patriarch, who had just passed by Luo Hongming, suddenly fell, and the wine poured over the table.
　　 The Patriarch of the Zhao family even slumped in a chair.
　　 The three Patriarchs seemed to have overturned the five-flavored bottle, they...underestimated Luo Hong's cruelty and power.
　　 "Patriarch Zhao...I remembered that there was something in the mansion."
　　 Wang's Patriarch stood up, his face was ugly, said.
　　 The Zhou Patriarch also stood up silently.
　　 Catastrophe is imminent, fly separately.
　　 They plan to escape through the back door.
　　 On the wine table, the three salt lords who came often saw this scene and couldn't help laughing.
　　 suddenly.
　　 There are clear footsteps resounding.
　　 In the heavy rain, the footsteps became extremely clear.
　　 "The Zhao family is so enthusiastic about this son, don't rush away... This son specially came to ask for a drink."
　　 Outside the main hall.
　　 Luo Hong's faint laughter floated.
　　 Two figures, one tall and one short, broke through the rain curtain and appeared in front of everyone.
　　 Patriarch Zhao's face was full of horror, Patriarch Zhou and Patriarch Wang turned their heads and left.
　　 Luo Hong glanced at the Zhou Family and Wang Family Patriarch, the corners of his mouth curled upwards.
　　 The Patriarch of the Zhao family did not run. His home is here. Where can he go?
　　 "Luo Hong! Your heart is cruel, Yue'er is tied to you, you actually killed Yue'er cruelly!"
　　 Patriarch of the Zhao family shouted.
　　 Luo Hong shook his sword, throwing away the water contaminated with the sword.
"Ok?"
　　 "Kill and kill... Are you angry?"
　　 Luo Hong raised his chin, looked at the Patriarch of the Zhao family, and said.
　　 The Patriarch of the Zhao family suddenly stagnated.
　　 This... seems to be different from the righteous Luo Hong he knows.
　　 "The anger is right, so I can be sinful enough?"
　　 "Old Zhao, remember, kill the whole house."
　　 Luo Hong chuckled, the tip of his sword tapped the ground.
　　 "Where are the guards?! Kill me!"
　　 Annihilated the door?
　　 How dare he Luo Hong? !
　　 Patriarch Zhao's eyes narrowed, and he roared sharply.
　　Outside the main hall, the servants of the Zhao family who had been waiting for a long time, the guards rushed forward, waving bright white blades, and smashed them down at the wet Zhao Donghan and Luo Hong.
　　 Luo Hong pulled a chair and sat down on his own, holding a sword.
　　 The blood of Zhao Donghan filled the lake like a mountain torrent.
　　 killed a guard and servant with one punch.
　　 Even if it is a 9th-Rank Bronze-skin Martial Artist, I can't hold it in front of Zhao Donghan, who is now compared to a 7th-Rank Martial Artist, and he is more concerned about these ordinary people.
　　 The smell of blood filled the main hall in an instant.
　　 Patriarch Zhao looked at the ferocious Zhao Donghan with a pale face. He glanced at the Jingcheng Salt Owl, who was still calm and drinking, and hated him.
　　 He looked at Luo Hong with a commercial smile on his face.
　　 "Nephew Luo Xian..."
　　 However, the words just came out.
　　 Luo Hong, who was sitting on the chair, slammed his sword on the ground. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com
　　 The sword burst out like a javelin.
　　 In the unbelievable gaze of Patriarch Zhao, he instantly penetrated his head, and the tremendous force drove his body and nailed him to the wall.
　　 "My nephew... is also your name?"
　　 Luo Hong said lightly.
　　 The sound echoed in the hall with a strong smell, like thunder on the ground.
　　 And all the guards and servants of Zhao Mansion were all beaten to death by Zhao Donghan with a pair of iron fists.
　　In the main hall, there were corpses all over, bloody, and only three salt owls remained.
　　 Zhao Donghan was murderous and stood behind Luo Hong.
　　 The scar on his face wriggled, staring at the three salt lords, a little alert.
　　 papa...
　　 The three salt lords put down their glasses, but they clapped.
　　 "Worthy of being the son of General Tu Luo from the northern part of the country..."
　　 "It's a pity, it's not in time."
　　 Luo Hong was startled.
　　 The son of General Luo?
　　 What the hell?
　　 These guys... have you admitted the wrong person?
　　He Luo Hong is just the ordinary son of the landlord.
　　 Luo Hong took out the human skin book and held the charcoal pen.
　　 After thinking about it, he looked at the salt owl in the middle.
　　 "So...you want to kill me too?"
　　 Luo Hong raised his chin and said.
　　 "My son does not kill the unknown, what is your last name?"
　　 The Yan Xiao in the middle was taken aback for a moment, and the next moment he shook his head speechlessly.
　　 Raised his hand, the two salt lords beside him immediately got up.
　　 is like a beast breaking the bundle, and the depressed breath gradually exploded.
　　 The violent aura of the Seventh-Rank Blood Martial Artist was like a cathartic torrent, and the blood storm that set off made the entire main hall seem to be baptized by a hurricane.