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"Click!"

There was a purple lightning in the sky, which was bright between the heaven and the earth. Bean big raindrops scattered miserably, this is the autumn rain for the beauty of the withering and weeping.

"Kill! Today I'm going to go down to the Luo family and bury Xin'er with me! " Nangong Hao roared.

"Kill All the Nangong warriors began to attack the Luo family.

"Luo Jia'er Lang, listen, today is the time of my Luo family's life and death. You can't let Nangong family warrior come over and shoot arrows for me!" Luo Xingchen is also roaring.

All the disciples of the Luo family draw their bows and arrows and shoot those who try to jump on the wall of the mansion. An offensive and defensive battle is going on.

Luo Yu holds Nangong xiner's body tightly and wants to warm the cold body with his own body temperature. He has never heard of the killing of the two families behind him.

Ape spirit also got up from the ruins and stood quietly in front of Luo Yu, blocking the arrow feathers with his body. Little dragon finch Moyu also stood quietly on Luo Yu's shoulder. He knew the sadness in Luo Yu's heart at this time.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Dangdang!

"Kill me!"

"Ah...!"

The sound of arrow feathers breaking through the air, the sound of weapons handing over, and the cry of people crying to kill are interwoven together, and the blood is gradually mixed with the rain to flow all over the earth.

In the distant street, countless people were drenched in the rain, watching the crazy killing of the two families.

Nangong Hao, who is sad and angry, ignores Luo Yu who holds his daughter's body in the rain and kills him at the door of the Luo family.

"Bang! Bang! Bang

"Boom..."

With a few punches, the steel gate of the Luo family was destroyed, and more than 400 Nangong disciples attacked the Luo family mansion.

The remaining hundred famous disciples of the Luo family were surrounded by more than 400 Nangong disciples in the square.

Luo family, the situation is gone!

"Ha ha ha ha, Luo Xingchen, today I want to blood wash your Luo family and bury my daughter!" Nangong Hao's face is manic and he laughs in the heavy rain. His eyes are full of grief and violence.

"Nangonghao, today my Luo family is going to fight with you for nothing!" Luo Xingchen's red eyes roared.

"Kill me!" Nangong Hao orders coldly that hundreds of Nangong family warriors rush to the Luo family.

The Luo family is in danger!

"Enough!"

At this time, a big drink came from the depth of Luo's home, which was like the thunder on the ground, shaking everyone present.

"Who is it?" Nangong Hao was shocked and asked angrily.

"Nangong children, you've gone too far today. Are you really bullying nobody in the Luo family?" At this time, an old man in grey robe walked out of the Luo family.

The heavy rain fell on the old man as if he had been isolated by an invisible force. Not a drop of rain fell on the old man.

The sound of walking in the rain is in everyone's heart.

Ding Dong! Ding Dong!

The footsteps seem to have an indescribable rhythm, just like the beating of the heart.

When the old man approached, all the Nangong warriors vomited a mouthful of blood and suffered internal injuries.

Nangong Hao felt a pain in his heart, and his chest was very tight because of the footsteps, but he didn't spit blood like other warriors.

Nangong Hao looks at the old man in horror and finds that there is no breath fluctuation on the other person, just like an ordinary old man. But as soon as the old man appeared, all the Nangong martial arts people vomited blood strangely. The devil believed that he was an ordinary old man.

"Who are you? My Nangong family has nothing to do with you. Why do they stop you?" Nangong Haohe asked, but obviously some of them are not strong enough.

"Old Hao!" Luo Xingchen is very happy when he sees the visitor, and his heart says that the Luo family is saved.

"Little Luo Xingchen has met old Hao." Luo Xingchen gives a deep gift to the old man. He is the head of his family, and a few decades old man calls himself a little boy in front of the old man.

Everyone in the Luo family bowed to him and said that he had met Mr. Hao.

This old man is known by all the younger brothers of the Luo family. He is the mysterious old man who lives in the library of the Luo family all the year round, Hao old!

Seeing the attitude of the Luo family, Nangong Hao's heart sank. The secret is not good. The old man seems to be a member of the Luo family.

"Who is the elder, what is the relationship between him and the Luo family, and why are you blocking my Nangong family's affairs?" No matter who the other party is, they are not ordinary people, but they are hermits in the Luo family. It's right to lower their attitude first. Nangong Hao has a secret way in his heart.

"Who am I? What's the status with the Luo family? Boy, your father, Nangong Zhan, doesn't dare to talk to me like this, "said Hao with his hands on his back.

"What! He knows my father Nangong was shocked when he heard that his father Nangong had died in the war for more than ten years. If he was still alive, he would be over 120 years old. The old man actually called Nangong a boy. How old is the old man?

Nangong Hao thought of this place in cold sweat. Why did his father never mention to him that there was such a character in the Luo family, and so on! incorrect! In the past, my father said that we should never have to have bad relations with the Luo family. It's best for the two families to coexist peacefully.When his father said this, Nangong Hao didn't think so. He used to think that Nangong Zhan was old and didn't like disputes. Now it seems that it has a profound meaning.

"Nangong family boy, I didn't want to participate in the quarrel between your two families, but I owe a huge favor to the Luo family. It's impossible for me to let you destroy the Luo family. Today I don't want to investigate the fault of your Nangong family and recreate the murders, so you should lead these boys to leave the Luo family." Hao said lightly, and didn't pay attention to the hundreds of martial arts of the Nangong family .

Nangong Hao is not reconciled to hearing that he has been waiting for more than ten years. He married his sister Nangong Yun to Luo Xinghe and alienated the relationship between Luo Xingchen and Luo Xinghe. Even his daughter was killed by him. Today, he is going to destroy the Luo family and become the overlord of Bailu. How can he be reconciled to the old man's words and give up. How can he be reconciled.

He thought in his heart whether he was the old man's opponent. He must have been the only one who broke through the congenital in Bailu's ten years. His father was just the peak of jiuchongtian. If the old man was just a master of naive atmosphere, he would have a chance.

A natural master usually has Shouyuan, who is 180 years old. If this old man is just a master of true Qi, it's not surprising that his father has lived to this day. If the old man is just a master of real Qi, he will be 150 years old according to his age. His Qi and blood have declined. Even if he is born, he will win a battle.

Nangong Hao thought in his heart and said nothing, but a young disciple of Nangong family next to him couldn't stand his arrogant tone and said, "don't be unkind, old man. My master has broken through the congenital existence. If you dare to fight against Nangong family, there's only one way to die"

the young disciple then drew his sword and rushed to him.

"Idiot!" Nangong Hao secretly scolds the young disciple for his stupidity. Just now the old man let them all spit blood. We can see that the old man is extraordinary. The fool dare to speak rudely.

"Ha ha, is the congenital state really great? A group of frogs in the well

Old Hao sneered that in addition to the Buddhist disciples, no one in the ancient martial arts is not a murderer, and old Hao is not one of them. The more powerful his cultivation is, the more bones he has at his feet. If this young disciple dares to draw a sword at him, there will be only one end, death!

As soon as the palm of Hao's hand was spread out, a cluster of blue flames appeared in his palm and burned slowly. He waved to the rushing disciple and flew to him in the startled eyes of the young disciple.

Before the scream, the young disciple turned into ashes, and the black ashes were scattered on the ground.

"What a fire Nangong Hao was even more shocked. The old man could condense a flame out of thin air, which was very similar to the legendary real fire. The real fire was only a means that could be mastered by the strong man who was born to condense the yuan realm.

And the people around were even more shocked. Looking at the black and white ashes on the ground, they felt numb. What kind of martial art is this? In the twinkling of an eye, people turn into fly ash. This amazing method is shocking. What is the state of the old man?

No matter Luo Jiawu or Nangong family, they all stayed on the spot.