Fujiwara Maro smiled instead of being angry, and his laughter could even be called joyful, and said: "I like your language very much, it is popular and profound, and those poems handed down from ancient times are even more brilliant and wonderful."

There was undisguised yearning and ambition in his eyes: "Only a fertile land can nourish so many bright treasures."

Chang Kuo sneered and said: "However, if virtue is not matched, there will be disaster. Our land of China has produced countless treasures, but no barbarian and inferior tribes who have no morals and betrayal can possess them!"

"General Chang Da, the truth is not in your mouth, but in the sword of you and me." Maro Fujiwara said, turning slightly sideways, raising his hands and waving his sleeves to look at the hull of the ship behind him, and suddenly asked: "General Chang Da, does he still remember this ship?

?"

He said in a reminiscence tone: "Back then, I was on this ship and was accidentally defeated by the crown prince of your country..."

He raised his head slightly, looked at the foggy morning sky above his head, and raised his hands slightly: "Fortunately, God will not kill me!"

As he finished speaking, he pointed the hand holding the knife to the position at Chang Kuo's feet, with a terrifying smile on his ferocious face: "Back then, it was also on this ship that General Chang saw his comrades from a distance.

The last face of the siblings."

Chang Kuo looked in the direction of his finger and saw that the ship's plank under his feet seemed to be stained with dark and difficult-to-remove stains of old blood.

"It has been so long that I can no longer remember the name of that iron-clad hero, but General Chang must remember..." Maro Fujiwara asked with a smile: "The spirit of our old friend is here, and General Chang is standing here at this moment.

Do you feel friendly here?"

Chang Kuo clenched his fingers silently. For a moment, he raised his head, but he didn't see much emotion. He only said firmly: "It seems that General Fujiwara is nostalgic. So, he chose this ship today because he wanted to go back to the old days."

Defeat once?"

Fujiwara laughed: "Then it depends on your ability, General Chang."

"In this case, I will do my best to prevent the foreign visitors from returning with regrets!" After Chang Kuo finished speaking, the big knife in his hand suddenly fell on the side of the ship. When he took a step, he suddenly pulled it up and swept

He raised his ferocious sword energy and attacked Fujiwara.

Fujiwara's face shrank, murderous intent surging in his brows, he stepped back several steps to avoid Chang Kuo's attack, and at the same time drew out the sharp Japanese sword in his hand.

The two of them exchanged dozens of moves head-on, but Chang Kuo was still at a disadvantage.

Fujiwara Maro's eyes changed slightly, and his attacks became more intensive.

On the warships behind the two men, the sounds of beating drums were heard, and the battle flags representing Dasheng and Japan were fluttering in the mist, as if they were going straight into the sky.

Fujiwara Maro approached Chang Kuo again, raised his hand and waved his sword.

Chang Kuo held the sword with both hands. When he was blocking, Maro Fujiwara suddenly slipped out a short sword from his sleeve in his other hand.

Chang Kuo's expression changed, and he leaned back to dodge, taking the lead to avoid the vital point. However, the short sword was lowered by Fujiwara Maro and was suddenly sent into the flesh and blood of his right leg.

The short knife was extremely sharp, and its blade was different from ordinary blades. It was shaped like a pointed cone. After breaking through the flesh and blood, it went straight into the leg bone!

Chang Kuo's cheeks and beard twitched in pain, and it was almost difficult to stand on his already inconvenient right leg. He violently shook Maro Fujiwara away with his sword, and after barely taking a few steps back, his right leg finally fell to his knees uncontrollably.

Chang Kuo gritted his teeth and without making a sound, he suddenly pulled out the short knife that had penetrated deeply into his leg bone.

In this short moment, Fujiwara Maro had already attacked again, and the long sword was about to fall on Chang Kuo's head.

Chang Kuo's eyes suddenly changed, and he held the knife above his head with both hands. Under the pressure of the huge momentum, his other leg also knelt down.

His life at this moment was given by Zhan Xiu.

Any other knife would not be able to block this blow.

And Zhan Xiu was given to him by His Highness——

He must use this sword given by His Highness to delay it longer!

"Japanese thieves and rats, how can you kill me!"

Chang Kuo suddenly shouted loudly, and a violent force burst out from his whole body. He stood up with Zhan Xiu and forced Fujiwara's knife away.

Fujiwara Maro was forced to take a few steps back, Chang Kuo also stepped back, staggered a few times, and held Zanxiu in front of him before he managed to steady himself, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"General Changda, the sword is still young!" Maro Fujiwara held the sword with both hands instead, with a fierce smile on his lips: "But it seems that it doesn't stop there!"
Chapter completed!