At this moment, a Japanese soldier ran in: "Oh no, no. A man barged in. This man seemed to have an invincible body, and even if he was hit with a bullet, he would not be hurt at all. ”

Shirt Yuan was stunned when he heard this: "How is it possible? It is impossible for people to ignore bullets." Wait, is there a layer of golden light on this person's body?"

The soldier who came to report nodded.

Shang Yiyuan was directly stunned, and he gasped: "Damn, it's him." ”

Shang Tai had never seen Shang Yiyuan so panicked, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Who is he? ”

"Taiping Army, Young Heavenly King, Hong Tianguifu! Known as a character who can't even shoot bullets. Half a year ago, he was alone, on Duwan Island, using his invincible body to defeat the Qing army that was attacking Duwan Island at that time. Defeated the 70,000 elites of the Qing army!" Shang Yiyuan smiled bitterly: "Since he is here, what is the use of our three or four thousand people." ”

Shang Tai couldn't help but be shocked, he was captured by the Japanese here. I really don't know that there is such an amazing character in the world, who can not be afraid of bullet attacks, and can pair thousands of people, is that still a person?

That's a god!

Shang Tai felt that the worldview he had accumulated with great difficulty before had collapsed directly in an instant.

However, looking at the headache of the shirt, he felt extremely happy. Could it be that those people in the Shang family were active and invited the young king of the Taiping Army.

Shirt Yuan took a deep breath, and reason told him that the best thing now was to escape, as far as he could.

But he could escape, did his men escape?

He is far away, and he is a descendant of the humble faith.

He was far away and didn't run away!

He jerked his knife at him.

Famous knife, Kikuichi text!

Even if the opponent is a god!

......

Outside the palace, since He Xuan had opened the primary hegemony, he was no longer polite, holding the double swords in his hands, slashing all the way.

The Japanese army is basically concentrated near this palace.

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers were beheaded in a row.

The scattered Japanese soldiers in the vicinity immediately opened fire when they saw this, shouting in Japanese as they fired.

The bullet hit He Xuan's body with a snap, and all of them were bounced back.

The scattered Japanese soldiers, one by one, widened their eyes, unable to believe their eyes, and suspected that they had seen it wrong.

He Xuan didn't care what these Japanese soldiers thought, holding the sword, then cut it down.

Chop, chop, chop, chop.

One by one, two Japanese soldiers fell.

"Pull away!"

"Get out of the way. ”

"Concentrated shooting. ”

These Japanese soldiers, whose firepower is similar to that of the Qing court, are all using firearms that are a generation behind the West. However, in terms of the will to fight, it was much more tenacious than the army of the Qing court.

They did not collapse after discovering that scattered shots and scattered bullets could not penetrate He Xuan's body. Instead, he retreated and reorganized the offensive in the distance, wanting to shoot He Xuan with intensive shooting.

The fantasies of these people are good.

Unfortunately, the reality is also quite cruel.

Bang bang!

Countless bullets were poured on He Xuan's body.

These bullets have been assembled.

Quite intensive.

It's dinosaurs, and they're going to be beaten to slag here.

Tiger, too, kneel instantly.

However, these bullets hit the layer of golden light around He Xuan's body, and all of them were bounced back.

He Xuanren came out of the gate like a tiger, killing all the way.

This performance shocked those Japanese soldiers again.

"How do you fight this?"

"This man won't get hurt at all. ”

"Our bullets hit him uselessly. ”

"Is this a monster?"

"If he kills easily, we're going to die a lot. How the hell is this going to be fought?" shouted the Japanese soldiers, they really didn't know how to fight this fight.

Some people have already started to escape, but there is a prison team, and they will be killed immediately.

The follow-up Japanese soldiers continued to fight, but no matter how strong the will and confidence of these people were, it was useless in the face of absolute strength difference.

Japanese soldiers kept falling, and more and more died.

There were hundreds of them who died at He Xuan's hands, but there were more than a thousand Japanese soldiers who died in them.

In the end, when the total number of dead reached 2,000, the Japanese soldiers finally collapsed.

The number of people who escaped is estimated to be around 1,000.

3,000 Japanese soldiers, which seems like a lot, but in fact, after getting used to fighting a few thousand, it's okay.

He Xuan shook his hand disapprovingly, and the sword on his hand was stained with blood.

The smell of blood is so strong!

He Xuan held the hilt of his sword in his hand and walked into the depths of the Ryukyu Palace.

There was no one on the way.

In the main hall of the palace, there was a fat middle-aged man.

The other is a feminine-looking young man holding a katana.

He Xuan smiled: "Which one is Shang Tai?"

The fat middle-aged man immediately shouted, "Young Heavenly King, Divine Envoy, I am Shang Tai, I am Shang Tai." ”

"He's Shangtai, then, you're the head of the Japanese garrison here, and you're far away. He Xuan's hand was on the hilt of the sword, and his eyes showed a different color: "When you smell my name, you don't even run away, you dare to stand here and face me, it's very courageous." So, what do you rely on?"

The feminine young man put on his shirt far away, held the Ju Yi text in his hand, his eyes were fixed, and he looked at He Xuan seriously: "I am a local general, my army is defeated here, how can I have the face to escape." Shang Shirt Qian believed that the descendants of later generations would go to the Shirt Yuan and ask the young king for advice. Please also ask the Young Heavenly King to teach me my swordsmanship. ”

"It's kind of interesting, and it's quite guts. Is this what you Japanese call the spirit of the samurai? Kikuyo and sword. He Xuan smiled and held his hand on the hilt of the sword: "Since you ask for death, then give you a death." ”

Forward.

Moving.

Out of the sword.

Collect the sword.

The whole set of actions is only about a second, and the clouds are smooth.

The head of the person who was far away from the shirt had already flown up directly.

Finally, with a thud, it slammed into the ground.

The smell of blood stained the royal palace of the Ryukyu Kingdom red.

From beginning to end, the shirt was far from reacting, let alone performing a set of Kunshamen knife techniques handed down by their shirt family since the Warring States Period in front of the Young Heavenly King.

Shang Tai looked at everything in front of him in a daze, he couldn't believe it, people have such fast movements, but, what is even more unbelievable is that one person in front of him defeated the three thousand Japanese soldiers guarding the palace.

It's a god!

Shang Tai blessed and knelt down on one knee in front of He Xuan: "I, the king of the Ryukyus, Shang Tai, am willing to be a vassal of the Taiping Army forever and submit to him for generations." ”