"It's coming, it's finally here."

The commander of the nineteenth army looked at the blood boiling of the dragon soul cavalry, and the fluttering banner carried a colossal aura, which made the commander feel like a god soldier from heaven, as a **representative of a **force, he could not clash with the Japanese openly, and while ensuring the safety of the people, he should also take care of himself and not do too much.

The commander of the 19th Army saw the arrival of the dragon soul as if he saw a savior, but the people of Shanghai did not feel like this, along the way the iron horse of the dragon soul appeared on the streets of Shanghai, everyone naturally got out of the way, followed the dragon soul into the square, everyone knew that this dragon soul came to maintain the dignity of the motherland.

Long Zhongtian stepped into the square with his cavalry, and saw the slogan of the Japanese in the ring and the sick man of East Asia from a distance, and even saw the machine gun erected on the ring, and at this moment Long Zhongtian's eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Such a battle, but it is a good calculation, even if my Dragon Soul Warrior wins this challenge, he can't avoid the fate of death, hum & no & wrong & novel {}!"

Long Zhongtian thought of this and ordered the dragon soul cavalry to spread out on both wings and surround the entire square, one of which was a hundred-person squad into the crowd, and the crowd naturally dispersed a passage, Long Zhongtian's hand waved, and a hundred cavalry galloped up, tightly surrounding the ring set up by Japan, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the Japanese soldiers on the edge of the ring.

Seeing such a battle, the Japanese face turned black, and the Japanese consul's whole body trembled with anger.

"Dragon Soul Cavalry, Long Zhongtian is very careful, I didn't expect that since he saw our plan, it seems that this ring challenge will fall short."

The Japanese consul roared, but in front of him stood more than a dozen Japanese samurai, these samurai were very imposing, with serious faces and proud heads, swearing their identities in front of this Japanese consul, and their power was self-evident.

"Fujiki Ichiro, Your Excellency the Consul, I am no match for the Dragon Soul if you say so."

A Japanese samurai had a cold look in his eyes, very unhappy with Fujiki Ichiro's contempt, and his tone was reproachful.

"No, Gu Mujun, I didn't say that, it's just that the strength of the Dragon Soul Warrior is decisive, and I'm just a little worried about my skills."

The Japanese consul looked at the samurai of the Japanese family below, their arrogant faces at the moment, and couldn't help but regret what he had just said.

"My Great Japanese Empire is invincible, my Great Japanese Empire's armed forces are the best in the world, a small dragon soul, since you let the Fujiki family be scared like this, it is really a shame for my Great Japanese Empire."

Furuki said, with contempt for Fujiki Ichiro in his eyes.

"Please pay attention to your identity, since you are here, you must obey the arrangements of my Fujiki family, my Fujiki family is loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, and I can't let you dictate me."

Fujiki, the son of Fujiki Ichiro, looked at this warrior angrily, with anger that could not be concealed.

"Hehe, if your Fujiki family is not afraid of the dragon soul, how can you scoop up half of the family wealth and offer a reward for the whole of Japan."

Gumu scoffed.

"You can think so, but your arrogance will make you die here."

Fujiki said angrily.

"Yaga!"

Furuki angrily drew his katana, intending to duel Fujiki.

"Gumu-kun is a little restless, our enemy is the dragon soul, if it weren't for the Fujiki family's helplessness and scooping up half of the family wealth, we wouldn't have appeared in China, from this we can see the Fujiki family's loyalty to the emperor."

The samurai beside Furugi stopped the impulsive Furugi and persuaded.

"If it weren't for the Fujiki family's loyalty to the emperor, there would have been no reason to exist for a long time."

Furuki puts the katana back in its scabbard.

"Hey......"

Fujiki Ichiro let out a long sigh, a dragon soul made his Fujiki family lose face in Japan, these people are the objects he must use, he clearly knows that all the achievements of the dragon soul, he has no certainty of victory over the dragon soul, money is not as important as his family's children, and he doesn't want the excellent samurai of the Fujiki family to be lost in China like this.

"You, I'd like to see what you can do to defeat the dragon soul, they are not as simple as you think, Yaga!"

Fujiki put the drawn katana back into its scabbard and said sarcastically.

All the samurai present were enraged by Fujiki's words, but they did not lose their minds, defeating the dragon soul was not their only purpose, the most important thing was the wealth of the Fujiki family, and there was no need for them to dwell on this issue.

Ranguki became furious again and was intercepted by the other samurai.

"Fujiki!"

Fujiki Ichiro let out a loud shout, causing Fujiki's body to shook.

"Father!"

"I command you, apologize to our friends."

"Hey!"

Fujiki bowed to all the samurai with a dark face, but the grim smile on his lips went unnoticed.

"If I don't provoke you, how can you scoop up your strength and fight with the dragon soul, hehe......"

"Okay, Jiro is still accepting the challenge, the dragon soul has appeared, we shouldn't quarrel here senselessly."

Fujiki Ichiro said, walking to the ring.

On top of the ring, a hut was built behind the ring, and a dozen chairs were placed next to the hut, and Fujiki Ichiro and a dozen Japanese samurai made from the hut and sat on the rattan chairs one after another, Fujiki Ichiro sat on the top head, and the other samurai sat on his left and right and the bottom head.

At this moment, the machine guns of the Japanese soldiers were already outside, and they were facing the dragon soul cavalry that surrounded them, and the atmosphere was very solemn, and there was a tendency to explode.

"Lord Consul, the Dragon Soul has sent troops, and we will not be able to carry out your orders, so it seems that we will not be able to leave here without taking precautions."

A young man walked up to Fujiki Ichiro and said.

"Ida Shaozuo, you did the right thing, Long Zhongtian saw our purpose, but unfortunately the army has not yet arrived, if we don't guard against him, this will be our burial place, the dragon soul does not have to **, he is an independent force, and the existence of this strength is tacitly approved by the whole world."

There was helplessness in Fujiki Ichiro's tone.

"It's the consul, and I must be in good spirits to deal with emergencies."

Ida said.

"Hmmm! Very good, please, Ida Shaosa. ”

Ichiro Fujiki said.

"Hey!"

Ida Shaoza took the order and ordered the sergeant to maintain his spirit of twelve points to prevent the dragon soul from suddenly attacking.

"It seems that the Japanese are getting nervous, and the deterrence of the dragon soul is a heart disease for the Japanese."

The commander of the 19th Army looked at the nervous Japanese with a smile on his face, and he was in a very comfortable mood at the moment.

On the square, it was very quiet at the moment, Long Zhongtian rode on top of the sweaty horse, looking at the lineup of the Japanese in the ring, and feeling the breath of the Japanese samurai.

"The strength of these Japanese samurai is extraordinary, so you have to be extra careful when you face off."

Long Zhongtian instructed the dragon soul warriors behind him, and the hundred warriors behind him were all high-strength people, and the strength of Putian and others was not too different.

"Yes, young marshal!"

"Very good, the Japanese samurai are currently on stage with some second-rate characters, and the ones who really appear are those who sit on rattan chairs."

At this moment, after the ring, a young Japanese samurai arrogantly peeked at the dragon soul.

"The samurai of my Great Japanese Empire are invincible, Chinese, you soldiers are all stupid pigs, and you should be enemies of my Great Japanese Empire."

Long Zhongtian looked at the Japanese warrior on the stage who didn't know the height of the sky, his eyes suddenly widened, and then at this time, a dragon soul warrior with a big knife crossed his horse and walked in front of Long Zhongtian.

"Young marshal, I ask for battle."

Anger, murderousness, surrounded the body of this dragon soul warrior.

Long Zhongtian nodded.

"Brother Shaozheng, be careful."

Shaozheng raised the big knife, strangled the horse's head fiercely, a horse neighed, the front hooves of the war horse were raised, and the war horse galloped towards the ring.

The warrior in the ring pulled out the katana of his eyes, roared and slashed at Shaozheng, Shaozheng's eyes were sharp, the handle of the big knife was clenched by both hands, swept up from the waist, and with a bang, it struck with the katana, and at this moment Shaozheng's body disappeared abruptly, and an afterimage flashed behind the Japanese samurai.

The corners of Shaozheng's mouth were filled with anger, and after a loud roar, there was a poof, and the head of the Japanese samurai was cut off by Shaozheng, and blood spurted out from the wound at the mouth of the bowl, and with a bang, the Japanese warrior fell to the ground.

Bloody, brutal, clean, neat, the crowd of the entire square, in this brutal duel, shook their bodies, and from time to time let out a frightened scream.