Under One Person: Brother Zuo, I have reached the Nascent Soul stage

Chapter 46 This dragon is mine!

In the reed marsh.

"Puff puff~"

Blood splattered, bullets poured out, and hot-blooded figures fell down one after another.

"Take this dragon away at all costs!"

"kill!"

The Japanese language sounded.

A figure dressed in samurai uniform rushed forward quickly, holding a long sword, with a cold expression on his face, waving the weapon in his hand.

In an instant, the confrontation began among the reeds.

"Brother Wei!!"

The mournful screams tore through the silence of the night, and blood stained the ground red and splattered on the reed branches.

“Old Ding!!”

Another exclamation was heard.

War is always bloody. Even if it is just a small-scale encounter, it is a collision between organizations at different levels of two countries in the world that is in the transition period between the old and the new.

"Brother Chen, be careful!"

"Damn it! These little devils actually used firearms!"

Angry shouts rang out one after another.

The damage caused by firearms to aliens is absolutely considerable. The impact and flames produced by the explosion are like the power of thunder, with incredible destructive power.

Even powerful aliens are threatening, let alone ordinary aliens who join in the heat of the moment.

"We can't stop it. We've sacrificed too much!"

A roar of grief and anger was heard.

The fire suppression left even the aliens helpless. This was a battle of a different level.

People are falling down and bleeding all the time.

At this time, there were only four or five minutes left before the battle broke out.

"Moo~"

The dragon let out a painful wail, with despair revealed in its vertical pupils.

It has gone through countless years of practice and encountered countless dangers. From an ignorant little black snake, it grew into a giant python and then into a dragon.

It's not just the amount of time that has passed, but also the countless painful memories.

Everything is just for the fragrance of the dragon.

There is only one step left to that step, but it will eventually fall at this moment.

"Moo~"

The dragon fell down helplessly, splashing water several feet high in the lake.

There was a burst of celebratory laughter from the fishing boat.

"These Qing people really overestimate their own capabilities. Since the Meiji Restoration, our country has already distanced itself from them."

"Times have changed. Even aliens are powerless against firearms."

"Hahahaha, we'll accept this dragon."

Excited shouts were heard from afar.

Wu Gensheng watched these scenes silently, watching everything happening. His gaze fell on the dragon, and a hint of regret flashed across his eyes.

"It is only one step away from becoming a dragon, but it is difficult to survive this catastrophe."

As human power grows, the living space of these mythical creatures will become smaller and smaller.

He had no intention of taking action.

In his eyes, the country, good and evil are as small as ants.

This life is just about pursuing the Tao!

On the shore of the lake, there was a feeling of despair.

"Dragon, we must not let them take it away."

The roar was like thunder.

Some figures stood up and rushed into the lake one after another, but they fell under the swords and guns of the samurai and the Fuso people.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and artillery shells whizzed out, exploding in the reeds and igniting huge fires that shot up into the sky.

"Whirring whirring!"

The wind picked up, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and thunder and lightning roared.

suddenly.

"what is that?"

The Fuso people screamed.

I saw a white shadow flying quickly past the tip of the reeds, and in the blink of an eye it was in front.

"Quick, shoot!"

Someone shouted angrily.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

A series of gunshots were heard.

The bullet flew and hit the opponent in the blink of an eye, but something strange happened.

The Japanese man's pupils contracted and a look of shock appeared on his face.

The bullet stopped just inches in front of the man and remained motionless, presenting an extremely strange scene.

Jiang Liu stepped forward and flicked his right hand. The stationary bullet was reflected back, and with great force, it pierced directly through the body of the Fuso man in front of him.

One more step and he would have arrived among the Fuso warriors.

Looking at this group of Fuso people wearing samurai clothes, holding knives at their waists and rifles in their hands.

"You have completely disgraced the Fuso warriors!"

Jiang Liu shook his head and sighed.

"Times have changed!"

One of them could understand Chinese and said in a cold voice, drawing the samurai sword from his waist.

The blade was bright silver, shining coldly in the moonlight.

"Has it changed?"

"The sun, moon and stars remain forever; the reeds wither this year, but grow again next year."

"The cherry blossoms in your hometown also bloom year after year."

"This world is there and will never change."

Jiang Liu sighed softly.

Looking at the warriors rushing towards him from all directions, he spread out the five fingers of his right hand.

"Buzz!"

The scene changed, and the two people who were coming towards him were instantly moved in front of him.

This sudden turn made the two warriors dizzy instantly.

Jiang Liu waved his hand, seemingly lightly.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

Just like hitting a watermelon, the inside of their heads exploded, their eyes became bloodshot, black blood flowed out from all their orifices, and they fell to the ground softly.

“Humanity is developing, technology is changing.”

"But people are always there. Have they ever changed?"

The river flows.

In one step, he was already in front of the warrior.

The latter was horrified and quickly swung his knife.

But when the long sword reached an inch in front of him, it strangely changed direction and swung towards him.

"puff!"

The blade cut directly into his forehead. The severe pain and sudden change made the warrior scream, and blood flowed quickly down his nose.

Jiang Liu waved his hand and the warrior was pulled into the air.

When his five fingers were closed together, there was a continuous crunching sound of popping beans, and blood seeped through his robe and dripped down.

The screams gradually stopped, and the warrior's body was crumpled into a ball.

Jiang Liu waved his hand casually, and his body was thrown out and hit another person. The powerful impact force knocked him directly into the lake.

He continued to walk, standing still as a mountain in the face of the warriors charging towards him.

But no matter whether it was a long knife, a hidden weapon, or a bullet, all means, when they got an inch close to him, would be reversed and fall back on himself.

This strange scene made all the warriors terrified.

"devil!!"

"He is a devil!!"

"Bakimono!!"

Fear spread silently, and the pride and smile of the previous second disappeared at this moment.

"call out!"

Just then, a figure came quickly, waving a knife.

The knife skills were crisp and sharp, as if brought by moonlight.

Jiang Liu looked up and watched the blade approaching rapidly, like a stream of light, incredibly fast.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze became sharp.

This person is obviously the stronger one among the opponents.

But the result did not change. When the long sword was within an inch, it turned back and chopped towards himself.