The bloody old man who was repulsed, his face showed a different color, and he looked up in one direction, where the previous attack came, and at a glance, an old man's figure appeared in his eyes.

"Obsessed with family rights and intrigues, you elders also deserve it! If you are diligent in cultivating, my Long family may already have a strong Hanling Spirit, and it has fallen like this, being beaten into the family and lying on the ground half-dead!"

"Yutian! Xiaoqian! hurt my children and grandchildren, even if this person is in the realm of half-spirits, he will die!"

The old man was dressed in white, looking old, but from his body there was an awe-inspiring and inviolable momentum, his eyes were wide with anger, as if there was a scorching flame burning inside, he held a bronze sword, the red light on the sword body surged, extremely extraordinary, not an ordinary weapon. As soon as he appeared, he looked at everyone in the family, and then his eyes fell on Long Yutian and Long Qian, with a hint of worry and anger in his eyes.

If it weren't for the three elders to invite him out of the customs in time, the current Long Yutian would have died on the spot, and Long Qian's fate would have been extremely miserable, and the rest of the family who was unable to fight again might have been killed.

"Father... You're here, baby... Don't worry!" Long Yutian saw the old man in white appear, his already extremely weak and scarred body, crumbling, took a deep look at him and Long Qian, his eyes were full of flowers, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

"Grandpa..."

Long Qian raised his eyes, a touch of excitement appeared in his eyes, the appearance of this old man made his tears stop, because he knew that his most unsightly crying, he said a sentence in the family in his early years: no matter what the situation, the waist must be straight, no matter how big the wind and waves in front of you, you can be afraid, but don't cry.

The moment his father's arm turned into white bones, and he was almost killed by the old man with blood, he didn't hold back, tears burst out of his eyes, and now his grandfather is here, repelling the old man with blood, and the restraints on his body are also under the power of the red light, slowly disappearing, and then he immediately reached out to wipe away the tears on his face, and the tears in the depths of his eyes were also hidden by him.

This old man is Long Qian's awe-inspiring and respectful grandfather, the strongest man in the Long family, Long Dugu! When he was a few years old and sensible, he gathered all the people of the Long family, and told everyone that no one was allowed to bully his grandson, and after accompanying him for a period of time, he went into retreat, and no one dared to say all kinds of mean words around him earlier, and all of them changed over time, and other people's prejudices about him were only a trace of concealment, and it could still be seen from his face that his father was also secretly pointed at.

After this, Long Qian understood that no matter what backer he had, if he didn't have the strength, the overwhelming ridicule would not be able to stop it, and it would also affect the people around him, which was the case in this family, not to mention the broader continent of life, but because of this, he would have a body of waste veins, cultivate day and night, and finally guide him to awaken the dragon qi and cultivate into the seven-grade realm of soldiers.

The strong man is always strong, there are definitely people in this world who are stronger than his grandfather, and these people have not slackened, some of them are even harder than these juniors in the early stage of cultivation, thinking of this, Long Qian was also relieved, the waste vein is not terrible, what is terrible is to give up without making any effort.

"Father!" Long Qian hurriedly ran to Long Yutian's side, looking at the reassuring smile on Long Yutian's face, his heart trembled, if it wasn't for his father's desperate death, he couldn't wait for his grandfather, he might have died first, and was taken away by the bloody old man, refining into an unknown "Long Yuan Dan", he picked up his father and quickly moved to the square behind Long Dugu.

Behind the old man in white, there were the three elders he was familiar with, but his face was dark, he turned his head to look around, and the other elders and juniors of the family who were lying on the ground were dying made him feel a little frightened, but then there was anger rising in his heart, seeing Long Qian walking by with Long Yutian, he hurriedly stepped forward to help, took out a small bottle, poured out a few healing pills, stuffed them into Long Yutian's mouth, and then went to treat the rest of the family.

"What is the middle stage of the Nine Grades of the Spirit! Dare to shout in front of me, and ignore this seat, then I will kill you, and then kill your Long family! Don't expect rescue, I have already inquired about Jiang Wei'er, and he has been in retreat for a year, leaving only an oracle, let a few messengers come to your Long family to watch the ceremony, and now he is attacking Han Ling!" A strange light flashed in the blood old man's eyes, he glanced at the transferred Long Qian, and after speaking, he snorted coldly, and his body seemed to turn into a blood shadow, rushing towards Long Dugu, since there was so much interference, then he would remove it all first, and then carefully study the dragon qi on Long Qian's body.

In the middle of the sweep, the old man of blood reached out and shook his back, and his wide robe was torn open by invisible force with a bang, turning into rags like dead leaves scattered in the wind, and under the breeze, he was wearing a red tight-fitting suit, carrying a jet-black short blade on his back.

Holding the short front, the turbid spiritual power in his dantian, under the deliberate extraction, after a hundred remains, all condensed into his hand, his whole person suddenly fell silent, and the color of the palm holding the short front became red, as if the hand was put into the blood and taken out, the red spiritual power, little by little lost to the front, faintly saw a kind of killing intent, this blood old man's shot was not tempted, it was directly a killing move!

Long Dugu's face was flat, looking at the blood shadow that was getting closer and closer to him, raising the bronze sword in his hand, he shouted coldly: "Huomang! Fight side by side with me again!"

It is also a red spiritual power, but it is completely different, Long Dugu's spiritual power is mixed with a kind of blazing heat, this heat, full of masculinity, looking at the blood old man Leng Feng, the cold air is permeated, the blood light on the blade flickered, he did not avoid it, stepped forward, slashed down, there was an unshakable sword light appeared, his human temperament completely changed, completely different from before, at the same time, Long Dugu's cold voice sounded in the ears of the blood old man, making his complexion change suddenly.

"This sword move is a peerless swordsmanship that I have the honor to observe the predecessors of the Imperial City Yang Sword Venerable, and I have comprehended the spiritual skill of the sword I created, which is called Phantom Yang!" The sound of the words was thorough, seeing that the blood old man had a sense of crisis, he instantly turned the short blade in his hand, drew a trajectory, the figure measured to the side, the movement speed accelerated, and stabbed him again, Long Dugu smiled coldly, the bronze sword turned around and slashed, the red light flashed, the sword move changed several times in an instant, on the blade, the golden light brightened, and then disappeared, a crisp and loud voice came out, and the short blade in the blood old man's hand was cut off by the bronze sword!

"What kind of sword move! Broke through the spiritual power of my half-spirit realm and cut my blade! This person obviously only has the middle stage of the Nine Spirits, why is the sword qi and the sword moves he exerts are so strong! I know that this Long Dugu went to the imperial city in his early years, but he didn't expect or find out, he has another understanding!" The blood old man's face was cloudy, looking at the short blade in his hand that was only half cut off, and an unbelievable, but cold blood flashed in his eyes.

In the deepest part of Lanqian City, the most secret existence of the City Lord's Mansion exists in the empty room dozens of zhang underground, a middle-aged man sits cross-legged, looks ordinary, quite cold, under his seat, there is a yellow old futon, his hands are raised, placed on his chest, the golden spiritual power surrounds his palms that change into handprints, his eyes are closed, cold sweat oozes and flows down his forehead, and he does not have any fluctuations in spiritual power around him, as if his body is a dark pool, it is difficult to make waves.

He is the lord of the city, Jiang Wei!

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On the Longjia Square, Long Dugu defeated the blood old man in the half-spirit realm with the strength of the middle stage of the spirit nine products, and because there was no cold front, he could not resist the sharp sword slashed out by Long Dugu with his bare hands, so he could only keep dodging, and in the process, use other magical skills with strange effects.

Long Qian's eyes were blazing, at the beginning of the battle between the two, he stared intently at this process, watching his grandfather swing a sword, the previously majestic blood old man was injured and invincible, and a trace of pride was born in his heart, this is the strong!