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

The dragon was shaking with anger, and it swung its tail. With a blow, a nearby fishing boat broke apart in an instant and broke in the middle. The people on it screamed and were thrown into the lake.

"Cannon, fire the cannon!"

"The dragon net can't control it, use the artillery! Beat it half to death first!!"

“Quick, quick, quick!!”

A series of shouts were heard from the shore, less than a hundred meters away from the dragon.

The words fell.

"boom!"

The sound of artillery shook the entire quiet lake surface, and a flash of fire instantly tore through the air and instantly hit the dragon.

"Moo~~"

This time, the dragon's roar, filled with obvious pain, shook the surface of the lake.

Wu Gensheng stood by the lake, staring at this sudden scene in a daze, as if he had not yet reacted.

It was almost the first time that he saw the power of modern firearms.

Flames shot up into the sky and burned on the dragon's body. The violent impact even tore its Qi apart at this moment.

The dragon swung its tail and tried to dive into the water, but several fishing boats nearby pulled hard and tightened the dragon-catching net, preventing it from making any movement.

"Da da da da da da!"

The next second, dense gunfire rang out.

Wu Gensheng turned his head and saw flickering fire in the reeds on the shore. Dense bullets poured out and hit the dragon directly.

“Puff, puff, puff, puff~”

A series of muffled sounds were heard, and the dragon screamed miserably.

Lakeside.

Xinyi covered her mouth in horror, her eyes filled with tears.

She had always longed to see the dragon again, but she never expected that when she really saw it again, it would be such a tragic scene.

The legendary dragon, a mythical creature revered and feared by the Chinese people, was torn to pieces at this moment, and its blood dyed the entire East Lake red.

The evening breeze blows gently and the bright moon hangs high in the sky.

The dragon roared and the bullets whistled.

Suddenly.

"Damn those Japs! They're here."

"Damn, they actually used firearms."

"Shangqing Sect Wei Hua, Yang Xi, I can't stand it anymore, kill these bitches!"

A roar suddenly arose, like thunder in the night sky, tearing the peace apart.

"Dingo from Penglai Sword Sect, we see some devils here too!"

Another roar.

"Qi Changfeng, the 18th generation descendant of the Qi family, can fight against the Japanese even today!"

"Hongmen, Chen Guanghua!"

"Maoshan Wild Road, Zhao Dezhen!"

On the shore of East Lake, cheers rang out everywhere.

The foreigners who were drinking and having a social gathering in the inn yesterday, were now furious and came from all directions to kill the Fuso warriors and ninjas.

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 took a step forward and waved his right hand.

The stationary bullet reflected back with great force, piercing directly through the body of the Fuso man in front.

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!"