Nighthawk listened to Matsumoto's almost impersonal narration of such a tragic thing, and seemed not to take the lives of the Chinese people seriously at all. His cheeks were on fire, veins were popping out on his face, and big beads of sweat were running down his cheeks.

Drops dripped from his temples, and his hair stood on end. He wished he could shoot Matsumoto to death right now and make him pay the due price for his arrogance and unkindness.

Matsumoto stared at Nighthawk intently. All Nighthawk's anger turned into a light mist and gradually dispersed when it came to him, as if he had already had immunity in this regard.

Without even looking at the angry expressions of these killers, Matsumoto trampled them all under his feet and said without any scruples: "Don't look at me like this, Chinese people. Weak nobles are never worthy of wishing to be born.

Your life and death are only in the hands of capable people, and that is our great Fusang people."

"Bah, you shameless little devils are all the descendants of our garbage gene Wu Dalang." Monkey was so angry that he almost jumped up, pointed at Matsumoto and cursed.

Matsumoto looked at Nighthawk and the others with disdain and said contemptuously: "My father told the general at that time that I was a dignified samurai and an outstanding soldier of the Daifuso Empire. If I were to kill tens of millions on the battlefield,

Man, I am walking through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and I am going alone without frowning. On the contrary, this is also an excellent opportunity to achieve my eternal achievements.

But in this city that the imperial army has occupied, it is absolutely impossible for me to massacre these unarmed civilians. Soldiers should die on the battlefield, not in the marketplace.

General, I don’t know how these lowly Chinese people have angered your supreme authority, but now I am willing to use my life to defeat the twenty strongest people here and use their heads to calm your anger.

,please."

Matsumoto took a deep breath, as if he had returned to the bloody streets at that time. He was standing next to his father, watching his father bend his noble knees and crawling to beg him. The fat man in front of him was just a commoner.

General.

"After all, the noble Matsumoto family is not something that an ordinary general can offend. In a dilemma, he has to save his own face and at the same time give my father a setback. My father happened to make this request himself, and the general was naturally happy.

He agreed. He helped his father up, encouraged him, and then slowly stepped aside as if watching a good show, waiting for his father to make a fool of himself.

Although you are a lower-class clan, it is undeniable that you Chinese people are still very accomplished in martial arts. "For a martial arts fanatic, when talking about noble martial arts, Matsumoto couldn't help but show admiration on his face.

He also changed Chinese people to Chinese people. It seems that he still deeply admires Chinese martial arts.

As if he had had enough of admiration, Matsumoto regained his cold face and said slowly: "In order to survive, you Chinese people picked a strong man among these people, and they were all rough guys who had practiced some boxing and kicking skills.

My father held the sword, and behold, it is the precious sword in my hand, the supreme weapon of the Matsumoto family." Matsumoto patted the Japanese sword in his hand, and said with arrogance: "In the face of someone who wants to bully someone with too much power.

As a young Chinese, he showed no fear at all. He pulled out the knife, held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, and placed it gently in front of him, just waiting for the moment when the Chinese attacked with all his strength.

Including the general, everyone present was staring closely at his father. A peerless murderous aura swirled around his father and penetrated directly to the blade. The cold breath made the Chinese people who besieged him feel terrified.

I shuddered and the pores all over my body stood up.

These Chinese people could no longer bear the pressure brought by the strong murderous intent, and they roared in unison and rushed towards my father. My father just smiled.

My father moved, and thunder and lightning flashed across the sky and earth. For just a short moment, everyone only saw my father draw a shining white circle in the air.

There was silence all around. With everyone stunned, everyone stopped their running bodies. There was a roar in his throat like a bursting fountain, and blood shot up into the sky, staining half of his father's body red.

There was only one sword, which came from the peerless sword technique of the infinite shadow flow. In just a short moment, my father had sheathed the sword and slowly fell to the ground. There was only the sound of banging falling to the ground, and it was as quiet as a

Death place.

My father saved the lives of thousands of people, and the cost was just this person’s head.”

With a smile on his lips, Matsumoto recounted the glorious history of his father's transcendence and sainthood, without even noticing Nighthawk and the others, who were already trembling with anger and had blue veins popping out.

"In your eyes, the lives of these twenty people are insignificant, but after all, they are human lives, and human lives are greater than heaven. How can you damn Fusang devils have the right to come to our Chinese territory and regard human lives as trivial." Nighthawk's voice was hoarse, and his body was covered with blood.

He was over-stressed, and his muscles were all stretched into pieces. His steps were slightly slanted. If he hadn't been worried about Monroe being in his hands, he would have killed him at this moment and taught this damn devil a lesson.

Matsumoto smiled sarcastically and said disapprovingly, "History is always written by the strong. What the strong tell you is always the truth. Using this man's life to save the bodies of thousands of people that should have been corrupted is already an empire.

The samurai is the greatest kindness to you. The law of survival is the law of survival. It's a pity that you Chinese people still don't understand it. It seems that I think highly of you. "

Nighthawk jumped up angrily, and just as he was about to retort, Matsumoto waved his hand to stop him.

"It's useless to say more. This is the difference between our positions. If Fusang wants to develop, it must occupy your land. Rather than letting you, the decadent Chinese people who only know how to fight among themselves all day long, come and occupy those beautiful and beautiful rivers and mountains, why not let us occupy them?"

Thanks to the hard-working Fuso people, we will make it more beautiful."

Matsumoto laughed, and then his face darkened. He said slowly: "Stop talking nonsense, I am telling you this story, not to let you refute me and educate me on what to do. Haven't you?

Do you understand what I mean?" Matsumoto asked Nighthawk loudly, as if this was the most simple truth and Nighthawk should have understood it.

Nighthawk shook his head and said in a stiff tone: "I don't want to understand what you, the descendant of a murderer, want to say or what you want to do. Please clear the way and see if we Chinese are cowards." This sentence aroused the attention of those present.

Everyone's passion, a heroic and generous feeling arose spontaneously, rushing from the soles of their feet to their foreheads, and the blood seemed to burn through their hot chests.

"You disappoint me so much. A hero who can repeatedly break my plans and survive in a hundred battles is also such a fool. I am so disappointed." Matsumoto seemed to be shaking his head with regret and murmuring.

He uttered words that made Nighthawk even more angry.

"Do you want to keep talking nonsense until dawn? If you want to delay time, then there is no need. Even if we die together with you, we will not let your conspiracy succeed again today." Nighthawk said firmly, without any

There was room for maneuver, and Nighthawk could clearly feel the beating pulse without looking at his comrades behind him.

After listening to Matsumoto's inhumane narration just now, everyone once again recalled the disaster that nearly destroyed the Chinese civilization half a century ago. How many predecessors died generously to fight against the invasion of foreign enemies, and how many compatriots

Unprepared, he lost his head and died tragically with a devil's butcher's knife.

These people are all beasts, and the one in front of them is even more the descendant of beasts. Such people cannot be left here. At this moment, everyone is determined to die and stare at Matsumoto fiercely.

At this extremely dangerous moment, where life and death were on the line, Matsumoto didn't even blink. He looked at the angry looks cast by everyone with disdain. He said calmly: "Today, we are actually faced with the same choice as my father. Either

Sit back and watch, helplessly watching all those people being slaughtered, or raise your sword and still have a chance to fight for your life.

You can kill me now and march out of here with your friend's body, or you can stand fair with me and still have a glimmer of hope of survival.

Likewise, I will either call a group of police or secret agency troops to hang you all here right now, and then live in pain in the eyes and criticism of others, and finally die silently like my father.

Or pick up a knife, fight to the death with you, chop off your heads, use your blood to wash away the shame I have suffered for so long, and regain the dignity that should belong to me.

Although I don't have a peerless genius like my father, I choose the latter. I wonder if you, the Chinese people, have the courage?" Matsumoto looked at Nighthawk provocatively, waiting for his answer.

Nighthawk was stunned on the spot. He didn't expect that Matsumoto's request was like this.

Before coming, he thought about various scenarios of encountering Matsumoto, but without exception, in the end, he shot Matsumoto to death and took away the trapped Monroe, ending this difficult trip to Fuso.

But the request made by Matsumoto was really shocking. He actually openly challenged them with a knife and bold words. Was he a madman or was he extremely strong inside?

Nighthawk looked at the contemptuous look on Matsumoto's face, thinking about what he had said all along, calling them inferior people. Nighthawk's pride was instantly ignited. A pair of eyes were blazing, like thousands of sharp arrows, ready to strike at any time.

Pass Matsumoto through the chest.

Nighthawk dropped the gun in his hand without hesitation, and slowly pulled out the saber from his waist. The cold light was dazzling, and it illuminated half of his figure during the shaking. Absolute murderous intent surged out, rolling towards Matsumoto with powerful anger.

And go.

Matsumoto smiled easily and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Okay, I saw you right. You are a real hero. I don't blame you for the death of so many of my heroic men. Even if I die in your hands, I, Matsumoto Ichiro, will not be in vain."

As a noble samurai of Dai Fuso, let us see success with our swords."

There was a clang, and everyone felt as if a stream of water suddenly flowed past their eyes. It was accompanied by a strong wind, which caused pain on the face.

The billowing murderous aura emanating from the water made people shudder even more. The 380 million cells in the body shrank tightly at the same time, preparing to face the sudden danger at any time.

Nighthawk's eyes temporarily lost light when he was stabbed by the water light. He rubbed his eyes in horror and looked at Matsumoto who had pulled out the knife in front of him, holding the handle with both hands, and his face was as heavy as water. He couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart.

Tu: "What a domineering sword spirit, what a powerful blade."

Matsumoto gently pressed the knife in front of him and slowly opened his mouth and said: "This move is the ultimate move of Shadow Wave, Shadow Wave. Be careful." With a smile on his lips, his arms slowly started to move with murderous intent.
Chapter completed!