"Shao Zheng, this guy is too indiscriminate."

Looking at the scene in the ring, Long Zhongtian smiled, and Shao Zheng's expression made him very satisfied.

"This, Long Zhongtian is too bold, since he killed the Japanese in public, and he is so brutal, aren't they afraid of the burden of the Japanese?"

The adjutant next to the commander of the Nineteenth Army said.

"Hmph, it's good to kill, so that you can relieve your anger, the dragon soul doesn't belong to any force, they don't share the sky with the Japanese, even if they slaughter all the Japanese, they won't give him a reason for their aggression, and their grudges are known all over the world."

The commander of the 19th Army sighed, in his heart, he very much hopes that he can be like a dragon soul, bold and bold, mother, you dare to provoke me, Lao Tzu wants your life.

"This is something I want to do as the commander of an army but can't do, Dragon Soul, how many patriots are not jealous of your existence."

"Yaga, you dare to kill the outstanding samurai of my Great Japanese Empire."

"So what, bah, what a good warrior, I Chinese are different, there are many warriors who die in your hands, since you can kill, Lao Tzu can't."

The blade of the broadsword in Shao Zheng's hand pointed at the samurai in front of him, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm on the face of the Japanese samurai.

"Yaga!"

The Japanese samurai wiped off the thick phlegm on his face in disgust, which was a great insult and provocation for him, as a great Japanese samurai, he had never been so humiliated, and suddenly the blood rushed to his brain, yelling hysterically, raising the katana in his hand and slashing at Shaozheng.

"Hmph, old-fashioned, there is nothing new."

Shao Zheng watched this Japanese samurai attack like the one in front of him, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and used the same method to cut off the head of such a Japanese samurai, and the blood stained the entire ring, and then two Japanese samurai jumped into the ring and surrounded Shao Zheng.

Long Zhongtian snorted coldly, who is going to help Shao Zheng.

"I'm coming!"

Seeing the situation in the ring, the dragon soul warriors couldn't bear it for a long time, a dragon soul warrior first reined in his horse and rushed out, to see that this dragon soul warrior was also a grumpy person, with the strength of the war horse, when he jumped into the ring and landed, he first killed a Japanese samurai, and at the same time Shao Zheng's figure flashed, and in the horror of another Japanese samurai, a knife was slashed on the head.

At this moment, the square was even more silent, the warriors sent by the original dragon soul were already skilled, and then the appearance of another dragon soul warrior was even more extraordinary, in the shock, the brain was blank, at this moment the power of the dragon soul filled people's hearts, but in this silence it was on the verge of eruption, because the shock brought by the dragon soul warrior had accelerated everyone's blood.

"My excellent samurai in Japan can be regarded as a second-rate master, but he is not a unified enemy in front of the Dragon Soul Warrior."

The masters of the various families in Japan were horrified, they didn't expect the strength of the Dragon Soul Warrior to be so strong.

"These are just second-rate masters among the Dragon Soul Warriors, the really powerful ones haven't come out yet, you have to be mentally prepared, if you are not defeated, you can quit."

Fujiki Ichiro said, looking at the samurai of each family with a smile.

Fujiki Ichiro's words made the masters of each family tremble, but at the same time, the contempt and ridicule in Fujiki Ichiro's tone made them angry, but in the anger they did not refute Fujiki Ichiro's words, not that they thought Fujiki Ichiro's words were true, but that they felt that they had to explain themselves with strength, and no one wanted to quarrel here meaninglessly at this juncture.

However, Furuki was not as resistant as other samurai, and Fujiki Ichiro said that if you don't go to the ring now, those excellent young Japanese warriors will sacrifice their lives for the sake of Japan in vain, making Furuki jump.

"Bastard, you should understand your identity and status, we will not follow your orders."

After the words fell, Gu Mu was about to step into the ring, but was pulled by the samurai next to him and whispered.

"Gumu-kun, if you go over now, you just fell for the Fujiki family's scheme, we haven't figured out the true strength of the dragon soul, those second-rate warriors must become a stumbling block for us to defeat the dragon soul, although these two dragon soul warriors are not bad, but in my opinion, they are not our opponents, don't lose your identity."

In this way, Furuki calmed down, snorted coldly at Fujiki Ichiro, and sat back in his seat.

However, at this moment, several Japanese samurai were slaughtered in the ring, but the number of Japanese samurai continued to increase, and the dragon soul warriors also jumped into the ring one by one, and the Japanese samurai increased by one, and the dragon soul warriors increased with it, and when the dragon soul warriors jumped into the ring tenth.

There was not a single Japanese samurai standing in the ring, and the huge ring was gloomy at this time, and under the ring, the crowd of people let out bursts of shouts.

"Dragon Soul, Dragon Soul!"

The roar of the earth-shattering is endless, the strength of the dragon soul makes everyone excited, they are heroes, and the dragon soul has a higher reputation in everyone's hearts at this moment.

"It's too against the sky, it's too against the sky, such a force, try to ask how many troops in the whole of China can be simulated, no, absolutely not, this is the only army established by the people of the rivers and lakes and by the warriors."

The commander of the nineteenth army looked at the dragon soul cavalry at the moment, his eyes lit up, he was so jealous of Long Zhongtian, just ask which general is unwilling to lead such a force, invincible This is the hope of all generals, always winning generals, this is the pursuit of every commander's life.

"The Japanese seem to be very patient this time, counting twenty Japanese samurai who died under the butcher's knife of my dragon soul, and they haven't made any move."

Long Zhongtian saw that the sky was already at sunset, and after waiting for a while, Long Zhongtian didn't see any more Japanese warriors stepping into the ring, Long Zhongtian waved his hand to the ten subordinates in the ring, and the dragon soul warriors jumped from the ring into the back of the war horse and returned to Long Zhongtian's side.

"Young marshal!"

The ten warriors looked at Long Zhongtian suspiciously.

"Today's performance is very satisfying, it's getting late, and now the so-called second-rate masters of the Japanese samurai have become timid, and they will fight again tomorrow."

Long Zhongtian said.

"It's the young marshal!"

Under the signal of Long Zhongtian, the dragon soul cavalry slowly approached, towards the dragon soul mansion, the vast cavalry team, lined up in a long dragon, stepped on the road that the masses naturally dodged, under the gaze of everyone, the figure of the dragon soul cavalry became farther and farther.

"Yaga, Yaga, you are a disgrace to the Great Japanese Empire."

After the dragon soul cavalry left, the samurai leaders of various families in Japan roared in the ring, and on the huge ring, nearly a hundred Japanese samurai lowered their noble heads.

"Prepare well, if there is a situation of cowardice, you can only be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor."

"Hey!"

"The Japanese samurai in the ring were timid, but the samurai on the rattan chairs were not afraid, and the good show was still to come."

The commander of the nineteenth army looked at the back of the dragon soul cavalry leaving.

"Order, evacuate the crowd, and prevent the Japanese from jumping over the wall and opening fire on the people."

There was a sharp light in the eyes of the commander of the Nineteenth Army.

"Gunza, what if the Japanese really fire."

The adjutant of the commander of the Nineteenth Army worried.

"Kill!"

The commander of the Nineteenth Army said sharply.

"This!"

There was unspeakable concern in the adjutant's tone, and if he really confronted the Japanese, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"What, if you don't dare, even if you don't make enemies with the Japanese, the spit of the people of the world can drown you."

The commander of the Nineteenth Army said coldly.

"Yes!"

The adjutant took the order.

"What choice do I have for my surname Cai, the commander would rather die in battle than bear infamy."

The commander of the Nineteenth Army roared inwardly.

Dragon Soul Mansion, at this moment, the gate of the Dragon Soul Mansion is guarded by two Dragon Soul warriors, riding war horses, scooping the weapons in their hands, and their cold faces mark the entry of the living.

"Today's performance of my dragon soul is very good, this young marshal is very satisfied, my dragon soul is the existence of maintaining the dignity of the Chinese, and it is also a soldier, this is the highest honor of my dragon soul."

In the hall of the mansion, Long Zhongtian's voice echoed in the hearts of every Dragon Soul warrior.

"Dragon Soul, Dragon Soul!"

The earth-shattering cry shook the air of the Great Shanghai through the Dragon Soul Mansion.

"This time the dragon soul can't lose, you can't lose once, everyone pay attention to their own safety, prevent the Japanese from secretly attacking, everyone have a good rest, and fight again tomorrow!"

"It's the young marshal!"

The dragon soul warriors bowed and left the mansion one after another.