small country farmer

Chapter 521 The Dragon Family Crisis
"kill!"

With a loud shout, the middle-aged knife scar led the group of black-clothed killers with ferocious expressions and quickly rushed towards the Long family.

Miyamoto Jiro's eyes were cold, and he looked up at the Long family contemptuously. Behind him stood a group of warriors with swords in warrior uniforms.

They watched the middle-aged Dao Scar rush into the Long's house, their eyes were full of ridicule, and they even laughed out loud at the end.

In their eyes, the middle-aged man with the scar and the group of men in black were like clowns and cannon fodder.

The monstrous killing intent swept across the Long family in an instant, and the servants of the Long family did not react at all, they saw countless black shadows appearing like lightning.

In the next second, they fell into a pool of blood, and the extremely shrill screams instantly echoed over the entire Long family.

"Ah, it's not good!"

"Go and report to the Patriarch!"

"Kill! Not one left!" The scarred middle-aged man and the group of black-clothed killers had already turned red with blood. They raised their knives and dropped them, blood splattered everywhere they passed.

The faces of the servants of the Long family were pale, full of panic, and ran quickly to the Dragon Head Hall in panic.

"Report! Enemy attack!"

"Patriarch, it's not good, a group of men in black are here!"

A servant of the Long Family covered in blood finally climbed into the Dragon Head Hall, his eyes were full of horror, he was panting heavily, and shivering all over his body.

Long Youwei's expression changed, and when he heard the shout of killing outside, his expression became furious, and with a yell, the dragon's shadow flashed, and he rushed out instantly.

"You guys are so courageous, you dare to set up rampages in the Long family, hurt my Long family members, and suffer death!"

Long Youwei stared angrily, seeing the members of the Long family lying in a pool of blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was furious.

These people took advantage of the Dragon God Guard's absence to sneak in.

Long Youwei yelled violently, and the breath in his body exploded instantly, and a monstrous and terrifying dragon's power swept across the four directions in an instant, shaking the world in all directions.

"Death!"

Long Youwei was angry, the dragon magic skill was stirred, the dragon shadow was flying, and an earth-shattering dragon roar went straight to the nine heavens. The dragon claw hand and the dragon palm played to the extreme.
Boom boom boom!
When the Dragon King got angry, he destroyed the sky and destroyed the earth, as if panicked by the power of the sky. The middle-aged man with the scar and the man in black turned pale instantly, and their minds went blank.

Facing Long Youwei's Long Wei, they actually felt an inexplicable trembling from the bottom of their hearts.

It was precisely because of the fear of the man in black that Long Youwei's aura became stronger.

"Hmph! A bunch of trash!" The scarred middle-aged man had an extremely ugly expression, and at some point in his hand, there was a cold gun in his hand.

His eyes were extremely cold, like a poisonous snake, his expression was extremely ferocious, he grinned, and aimed the gun in his hand at Long Youwei instantly.

Bang!
With a loud bang, Long Youwei's expression changed instantly, the tiger's body shook, and his body spun suddenly, narrowly dodging the lightning-like bullet.

As the middle-aged man with the scar shot out, all the men in black understood immediately, took out their pistols one after another, and shot wildly at Long Youwei.

Long Youwei's old face was extremely ugly, his whole body was full of monstrous vigor, and a faint golden light enveloped his whole body, forming a golden protective shield unexpectedly.

Countless bullets shot at Long Youwei like lightning, but were blocked by the golden shield around him.

The crisp sound reverberated over the entire Long Family, and the middle-aged man with the scar was extremely astonished, his eyes full of surprise.

He didn't expect Long Youwei's strength to be so amazing, he was very surprised.

At this moment, Jiro Miyamoto, who was watching the battle, couldn't stand it any longer. He was extremely angry, and stepped forward to slap the middle-aged man with the scar.

"Trash, even an old man can't subdue it, get lost!"

The middle-aged man with scar only felt the burning pain on his face, extremely humiliated, and aggrieved in his heart, but he didn't dare to vent his anger to Miyamoto Jiro, and he still had a flattering smile on his face.

His appearance made the group of oriental warriors laugh and ridicule constantly.

Jiro Miyamoto looked at the middle-aged man with a disdain, and said something in Japanese colloquialism, in short, it was not a nice thing to say, and he was extremely contemptuous.

"Go away, let me do it!"

Jiro Miyamoto stared at Long Youwei coldly, and sneered disdainfully.

"Old man, hand over the emperor and leave your whole body!"

"Emperor?" Long Youwei had noticed the group of oriental warriors a long time ago, and had already guessed in his heart.

Hearing Miyamoto Jiro's yelling at this moment, he was finally sure, his brows were furrowed, and he was furious.

It turned out that these guys came for Long Jun, and the moment he brought Long Jun back to Long's house, he knew there would be such a day.

I didn't expect this day to come so suddenly!
"Don't even think about it! Bah, a group of Japanese devils, get out of Long's house!" Long Youwei's eyes were full of anger, not only because of Miyamoto Jiro in front of him, but also his dead young son Long Wentian.

Thinking of his youngest son, his heart was full of regrets, hating himself for being so stupid.

When Miyamoto Jiro saw that Long Youwei not only refused to compromise, but cursed at the Japanese devils, the cold light in his eyes became stronger and he shouted violently.

"idiot!"

Immediately, he pulled out the samurai sword at his waist with both hands, with a murderous intent, a ferocious look on his face, and with a strange cry, he raised the samurai sword emitting a cold light, and slashed at Long Youwei angrily.

"Yeah!"

Astonishing anger erupted in Long Youwei's eyes. With a cold snort, the dragon's claws were swiftly swung out with majestic momentum, approaching Jiro Miyamoto.

In an instant, the two were entangled with each other, and the middle-aged man with the scar on the side frowned, showing a ferocious sneer, and commanded his subordinates to search the entire Long family compound.

Obviously, if you want to subdue Long Youwei, you must first capture Long Jun.

If you can't use brute force, use your brain!
Long Youwei saw that the middle-aged man with the scar had searched the entire Long family, his expression changed drastically, and he wanted to withdraw to stop him.

But Namiyamoto Jiro's swordsmanship was astonishing, sharp and sharp, and his moves were ruthless, holding him back with all his strength.

When he was distracted, Long Youwei was almost slashed by Miyamoto Jiro's samurai sword.

Everything could not be stopped at all, and within a short while, the middle-aged man with the scar really caught Long Jun's mother and son, and even Long Xiaomei was immediately subdued.

"grandfather!"

With a loud cry of panic, Long Youwei was distracted when he saw Long Jun and the others, his expression paled instantly, his eyes were full of anxiety, and he couldn't help but pause.

After such a meal, Miyamoto Jiro took advantage of it, with a ferocious sneer on his face, and the samurai sword in his hand slammed on Long Youwei's shoulder.

Long Youwei let out a cry of pain, his face showed pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was sweating profusely. He hurriedly shook Miyamoto Jiro back with his palm, and his figure quickly dodged.

"grandfather!"

Seeing Long Youwei's injury, Long Jun and others panicked, their faces turned pale, and they were very worried.

The middle-aged man with the scar sneered disdainfully, and sneered, "Shut up!"

With that said, the cold gun in his hand rested on top of Long Jun's head, looking at Long Youwei, he sneered again and again.

"Old man, hurry up and catch him!"

(End of this chapter)