Chapter 86: ? Luo Shizhu, put down the butcher knife

　　 One move, you lose.
　　 The full face of the thirty-sixth in the Yellow List is like a peak overturning and an instant defeat.
　　 was defeated beyond everyone's expectations.
　　 The top of a hundred refining stone paths, the last peach blossom forest, silent.
The atmosphere is a bit weird and condensed. Pieces of peach blossom swords make the ground all sharp, sharp sword aura surging in the peach blossom forest. It is obviously a seventh-rank sword, and it actually presents a fate comparable to the fifth-rank fate. The powerful momentum of the sword.
　　 "Is that... Chen Tianxuan's Dragon Sword?"
　　 "Impossible, he is only a seventh-rank, how can he use the Nine Swords Dragon?!"
　　 "Although it looks similar, there are still many flaws. It can only be said to be imitated, but it has not been imitated."
　　 Outside Taolin, Xiao Erqi, Wu Meiniang and others spoke in horror.
　　 Wanyan Liehuo was defeated in an instant, which they did not expect.
　　 They already looked at Luo Hong very highly. After all, they could kill all the way from the Hundred Refinement Stone Path, and they were all the geniuses of the Golden Tent King Court, so their strength would naturally not be weak.
　　Even, it is not much weaker than their 8th and 7th products.
　　 "Interesting, so interesting... This Luo Hong is worthy of being the son of Luo Rentu, I actually look forward to fighting him."
　　 Xiao Erqi carried two knives around his waist, his eyes gleaming.
　　 "Although this son is not the real Dragon Sword, he can imitate the three-point charm, which also shows that this son is talented in kendo. There are some enchanting... In time, I am afraid that it will be another kendo master Chen Tianxuan."
　　 Wu Meiniang carried the sword box on her back, her eyes dazzling.
　　 The swordsmanship of the peach blossoms that rolled up the forest just now, gathered into a peach blossom dragon, made her a little amazing.
　　 She comes from the Wu family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Wu family is a family of swordsmanship that has passed on for thousands of years. Wu Meiniang has been nurtured since she was a child and has an extraordinary vision of nature.
　　 "Using the peach blossom branch as a sword, it seems that only nine swords are swung, but in fact, at that instant, it evoked one hundred and eighty-nine sword energy and formed a unique sword force..."
　　 "Thinking about it is terrifying, kendo evildoer!"
　　 Wu Meiniang said.
　　……
　　 The top of the palace.
　　 Chunfeng Xiaolou.
　　The hot water boiled, and the tea leaves in it were stirred up and down.
　　 The master picked up the tea cup, the tea was clear, with a unique fragrance, and drank it in one sip, with endless aftertastes.
　　 Zhenbei Wang was leaning on a chair, his face stacked with wrinkles, and his smile was open.
　　 "Let me tell you, my grandson will win... Look, isn't this?"
　　 "I didn't expect that this kid has enough kendo talent. He actually has to play a snake to play the true biography of Chen Tianxuan, who has been playing for half his life."
　　 "Seven-Rank loses Yellow List, 5-Rank...Hey, the old man has the demeanor back then."
　　 Zhenbei Wang was happy to smile.
　　 The master glanced at Zhenbei Wang and shook his head helplessly. This old man likes to put gold on his face.
　　 Looking back, the master's white robe is flying up, his eyes calm and direct.
　　 Looking at Luo Hong wearing the mask of the evil monarch, his brows were slightly frowned, thoughtful.
　　 It seems that I have to spend a little thought to teach this son to the right path.
　　……
　　 between the peach trees.
　　 Wan Yan Liehuo lay on the ground, a little startled.
　　 He lost?
　　 The blood armor on his body was torn and ragged, riddled with holes, and Luo Hong knocked him out with one move...
　　 He is the fifth grade of the Yellow List, not the ordinary fifth grade.
How could 　　 be defeated by a seven-rank one move?
　　 Reality makes Wanyan Lihuo a bit confused. Before he opened the palace in Jixia Academy, he was in high spirits and wanted to enter Jixia Academy to suppress Daxia students.
　　 However, at this moment, he is like a chicken dog, humble and ridiculous.
　　 "No... I can't just lose like this..."
　　 "I might be careless..."
　　 Yan Liehuo staggered up from the ground.
　　 "You are a monster who kills without blinking!"
　　 "I must kill you."
　　 Wan Yan Liehuo looked at Luo Hong and said coldly.
　　 He thought of Tuoba Bing, and Tuoba Gu...
　　 All the geniuses of the Golden Tent King’s Court died in Luo Hong’s hands, and there seemed to be a terrifying sea of ​​corpses reflected behind this son!
　　What kind of righteous example and righteous light are all false!
　　 Luo Hong, wearing the mask of the evil monarch, threw away the already fragmented peach blossom branches, took down the ancient sword ground dragon, and dragged his sword.
　　 "Interesting...Unexpectedly, you are the one with the most clear understanding of this son in this world, you are great."
　　 Luo Hongdao, full of silver hair spread out, dragging the ancient sword to the dragon and starting to walk slowly, his movements are somewhat frivolous.
　　 As Luo Hong approached, Wanyan Liehuo actually felt depressed.
　　 He drew a tens of thousands of stone bows suddenly, and shot one arrow after another.
　　 However, he found it strangely that Luo Hong, who was in the white shirt and silver hair, had a body like a ghost, leaving behind afterimages in the same place. His arrows were actually shot in the air.
　　 The inexplicable fear and panic in his heart made him lose the peace and sense of being a sharpshooter.
　　 After Yan Liehuo gritted his teeth, he suddenly picked a short dagger from his waist.
　　 plunged violently into the thigh, blood spurted out, severe pain, and Wanyan Liehuo recovered a bit of clarity.
　　 Evil Lord Luo Hong seems to have less depression.
　　 Yan Liehuo's eyes condensed murderously, bleeding from his mouth, sprinkled on his hands, and it started to seal.
　　 outside the peach forest.
　　The little Taoist who watched the battle, Hong Baiwei, was a little surprised: "This is the mark of Daomenshu, and this is the perfect face? The fifth-grade thunder and fire mark, which is motivated by essence and blood, is extremely lethal!"
　　 "Daomen magic? This full face is hidden deep in the flames..."
　　 Several people are also curious to watch.
　　 Wan Yan Liehuo gradually calmed down, thunder fire mark, magic shooting technique, plus fifth-grade martial arts...
　　 He thinks he still has a chance.
　　Looking at Luo Hong who walked in a hurry and frivolously, letting him seal the seal, a coldness appeared at the corner of Wanyan Liehuo's mouth. Luo Hong didn't even know the terrible thunder fire seal of Taoist fifth rank!
　　 arrogance... will kill you!
　　Jieyin speed is getting faster and faster.
　　 Just when Wanyan Liehuo was short of breath and Jieyin was almost finished.
　　The evil monarch Luo Hong with flying silver hair suddenly ran and accelerated.
　　 "You have Taoism, I have Buddhism!"
　　 "Hahaha..."
　　 "Dawei Tianlong, Blessed One Jizo!"
　　 The words fall.
　　 After finishing Yan Lihuo, what the hell?
　　 His last seal was stuck abruptly, and he couldn't make it for a long time. And in his mind, an ancient golden Buddha appeared in an instant, the Buddha's light is vast, and his back is a hundred hands...
　　 Buddhist supernatural powers? !
　　 Thousand-Hand Evil Buddha is even stronger with the increase of the evil monarch's mask.
　　 Wan Yan Liehuo froze completely.
　　 And Luo Hong swept through the ancient sword ground Jiao, sharply cut out.
　　Wan Yan Liehuo's sealed hands were directly cut into the air, blood spurting...
　　Wan Yan Lihuo also immediately struggled out of the evil Buddha's will, he fell to the ground sadly, his eyes flushed, and howling miserably.
　　 In the peach forest.
　　 A white monk robe, a slender little monk, his eyes narrowed.
　　 "Buddhist powers?"
　　 His figure instantly rushed out of the peach forest, like a Feihong stepping on the slush, lightly touching the ground, and floating.
　　 "Amitabha... Luo Shizhu, stop."
　　 Luo Hong held the ancient sword Dijiao, raised the corner of his mouth, and looked at the floating white monk with a smile on his face.
　　 This little monk wears a clean white robe, like a clean white lotus, everything is Zen.
　　 "Luo Shizhu, you have killed too deeply, and put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away."
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　　 Luo Hong's smile grew stronger.
　　 "Luo Shizhu, you are destined to Buddha."
　　 The little monk in white said again.
Luo Hong received the sword and stood with the sword. He didn't cut the ground and watched the wailing flames of his broken hand. Instead, he looked at the little monk who was like a white lotus, and smiled: "Then you answer a question from my son, Ben What kind of person is the son?"
　　 "If the answer is good, my son put down his butcher knife and learned Buddhism and laughed."
　　 Luo Hong wears the mask of the evil monarch, smiling like a flower.
　　 The little monk in white clothes smiled and opened his mouth to be Zen.
"Although Luo Shizhu has killed countless sins and cut down half of the peach blossoms, he is accompanied by blood along the way, surrounded by evil spirits, and evil spirits roaring, but everything is because the geniuses of the royal court want to kill the benefactor, but now the genius of the royal court is gone, and the flames The life hangs the benefactor's knife up and down, but like a Buddha, he cuts meat and feeds an eagle, and he has a thought of compassion."
　　 "The donor is a good person, he has a Buddha in his heart, and there is suffering in his heart when he kills. If he understands his mind and sees his mind, he can understand the Buddha's Zen, and the sea of ​​suffering can turn back."
　　 The little monk in white clothes pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled gently. He said this with confidence.
　　 He thought he had seen Luo Hong through.
　　 Put your palms together and bow slightly.
　　 However, at the moment when he bowed, Luo Hong’s sneer accompanied the Dijiao Sword, traversing the icy arc, setting off a cold wind, blowing the white monk's robe to hunt.
　　 "Who are you burying? Who is good?" Luo Hong said lightly.
　　 The words fall.
　　 噗嗤.
　　 After Yan Liehuo's head flew across, the howling stopped abruptly.
　　 There are three feet of blood splattered on the neck, and the little monk in white clothes is dyed with a smile.
　　 If the wind stops, the flowers fall.
　　 The monk smiled at the corner of his mouth, but also froze.
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