small country farmer

Chapter 522 Who Qualified You?

The middle-aged man with the scar sneered, raised the cold gun in his hand suddenly, and pointed at Long Jun's head murderously, his expression was extremely ferocious.

Long Jun's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were full of horror, he felt a gust of wind on his back, his body was icy cold, and he was sweating profusely.

His mother and Long Xiaomei's expressions changed instantly, and they were extremely panicked, but they were held hostage by the group of black-clothed killers, unable to move at all.

"Xiaojun!"

"I beg you, let my Jun'er go!" Long Jun's mother was extremely pale, with tears rolling down her cheeks, full of worry, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss, unable to see the slightest light, and was very desperate.

"Shut up, bitch!" The middle-aged man with the scar had cold murderous intent in his eyes, and with a ferocious look, he let out a roar, and the cold gun in his hand approached Long Jun's head.

Long Jun's mother was so frightened that her eyes were full of fear, her whole body trembled, and she almost collapsed to the ground, tears of despair streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"No, no!"

Seeing this scene, Long Youwei was furious, his canthus cracked, and he burst out with anger and roared loudly.

"Bastard, let go of my grandson!"

Just as he was about to rush out, Miyamoto Jiro glared at the scarred middle-aged man, his eyes burst out with an astonishing cold light, his figure flickered, and the samurai sword in his hand slashed directly at the scarred middle-aged man.

"Baga, how dare you be rude to the Emperor! You've had enough!"

Miyamoto Jiro's reaction made Long Youwei, Dao Scar middle-aged and others look shocked, and they were surprised that they didn't react for a while.

When everyone heard Miyamoto Jiro's roar, they suddenly realized that Long Youwei frowned, his eyes shone brightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But the middle-aged man with the scar was panicked. Seeing Jiro Miyamoto slashing towards him, his back was sweating, he quickly squeezed out an embarrassed smile, and immediately put away the cold gun.

"Miyamoto-sama, I..."

Snapped!
Scar's middle age didn't have time to apologize, a loud slap sounded immediately, his old face was in hot pain, extremely humiliated, and his heart was instantly filled with monstrous hatred and anger.

But he endured the shame, but bowed deeply towards Miyamoto Jiro, expressing his apology.

"Miyamoto-sama, I have neglected my duties and forgot the identity of the emperor. This slap is good!"

When he ruthlessly said the last sentence, there was a cold murderous intent in the eyes of the bent-over scarred middle-aged man, and his breath was extremely cold. This was the first time he had murderous intentions towards Miyamoto Jiro.

Miyamoto Jiro looked at his vulgar appearance of nodding and bowing, his eyes were full of disdain and contempt, and he snorted contemptuously.

"You have to remember that the emperor is your god! Don't be rude!"

"Yes, Master Miyamoto!" The waist of the middle-aged man with scar was even more bent, and he almost put his head on the ground, but the murderous intent in his heart became more intense.

Jiro Miyamoto bowed respectfully towards Long Jun to show respect, looked coldly at Long Youwei and the others, showed a sneer of disdain, waved his hand, gave an order, and was about to take Long Jun and the others out of the Long House.

Their purpose of coming here has been achieved. Now that the emperor has been found, they should evacuate quickly.

"withdraw!"

"Master Miyamoto, what about these two women and the members of the Long family?" The murderous intent in Scar's middle-aged eyes was restrained, deeply hidden, and he looked at Long Xiaomei and the others with a ferocious expression.

A cold light flashed in Miyamoto Jiro's eyes, a dangerous aura emanated from him, and his icy voice slowly echoed over Long's house, like the end of the world.

"Kill them all and leave none of them!"

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man with the scar received the order, and immediately commanded the group of men in black to attack the Long family again.

The extremely shrill screams were piercing and piercing, breaking through the sky, and the entire Long family was instantly enveloped in an extremely heavy atmosphere, with a touch of shocking blood glowing.

For the Long family, this day was a catastrophe!

Long Youwei's eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his forehead were bulging, he was furious, roaring again and again, his whole body was shaken, and he charged at Miyamoto Jiro again.

Seeing this, Miyamoto Jiro set off a murderous intent, mercilessly, and slashed Long Youwei with a samurai sword in his hand.

Long Youwei, who was already injured, and coupled with his anger, the breath in his body stagnated for a while, and the blood in his body reversed instantly, and a mouthful of reversed blood spurted out, soaking patches of blood on his chest.

Miyamoto Jiro's samurai sword, glowing with icy coldness, pierced Long Youwei's shoulder viciously, causing blood to splash everywhere, and the ferocious mouth of blood was shocking.

Long Youwei's aura became more and more sluggish, his face was pale and haggard, his body was a little weak, and he shook for a while, but he couldn't suppress the overwhelming anger in his heart.

His eyes were like blood, filled with endless hatred, he hated him so much, hated that he was about to watch the Long family get killed and Long Jun captured.

His anger was like a violent eruption of a volcano, and he let out a hysterical roar, with monstrous murderous intent, moving all directions, and hit Miyamoto Jiro with all his strength.

Bang!
The dull voice was like thunder, showing its power, including Long Youwei's angry palm that hit Miyamoto Jiro's chest hard.

puff!
Jiro Miyamoto was caught off guard, he let out a muffled groan, his throat was sweet, blood sprayed out immediately, and he felt that his chest was hit by a giant hammer and suffered serious injuries.

"Haga, old man, how dare you hurt me?" Jiro Miyamoto was angry, he suddenly raised the samurai sword with both hands, his body made strange movements, and the samurai sword slashed out sharply again.

This time, the samurai sword was unstoppable, destructive and extremely ruthless, and a long knife mark was cut out wherever it passed, which can be seen.

Long Youwei's eyes were serious, and his expression was extremely serious. He shouted violently, and the shadow of the dragon flew up all over his body. Regardless of the injuries in his body, he forcibly used his strength, bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, and swung out his angry palm.

boom!
The huge explosion sounded earth-shattering, and the terrifying air waves swept all directions, and the surrounding flowers, plants and trees instantly turned into dust.

Amidst the dust flying in the sky, a ruthless light flashed, and endless murderous intent swept Long Youwei instantly, and a shadow of death enveloped him immediately.

Long Youwei staggered, his old body shook for a while, his gray hair was extremely messy, at this moment he was extremely desolate, but the hatred in his heart could not be concealed.

angry!angry!angry!
Unafraid of the approach of death, he was furious, and laughed with his head up to the sky. The laughter was extremely arrogant and arrogant, and an aura of a hero's end rose to the sky.

"Haha, even if I, Long Youwei, die, I will drag you devil to hell!"

Seeing that the ruthless light was approaching, the samurai sword in Miyamoto Jiro's hand was about to strike Long Youwei's head, Miyamoto Jiro's eyes were full of cold murderous intent, contemptuous, as if looking down on ants, condescending.

In his eyes, except Dongyang, everything else is scum.

"die!"

When the word "death" fell, a blade of light struck. To Long Youwei, it was the light of death, but he had no fear, only anger and hatred in his heart.

At this critical moment, a ghostly figure blocked Long Youwei's body like lightning, and a terrifying aura rushed straight to Xiaohan in an instant.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be still and solidified, the wind stopped, the sound became quiet, and the people stopped, and the fierce knife and sharp light that struck disappeared without a sound.

This eerie silence was broken by a cold and merciless voice in the next second, like the sound of broken glass, echoing everywhere.

"Who gave you the qualification?"

(End of this chapter)