"Destroy this man at all costs. Otherwise, if he returns to China, Japan's strength will never be comparable to China's." In a luxurious office in Xijing, Prime Minister An Peijisan was looking at a huge screen and shouting, "We must not let the tiger go back to the mountains. Even if it means sacrificing a large number of our elite soldiers, his body must be left here."
"Yes!" An officer beside him took the order and left immediately. Then, the Sun Country, a country that was not allowed to have independent armed forces according to the United Nations regulations, showed its powerful side.
One by one, the hidden sergeant bases were exposed, and missiles were pushed onto the launch pad. All radars had locked onto the position where Chen Feng was standing.
At the same time, dense black shadows began to gather in the sky. They were advanced fighter planes. They were roaring and roaring, and all their guns were aimed at Chen Feng's position.
On the other hand, countless strong men started to move from all directions of the Sun Country, and gathered towards where Chen Feng was standing at a very fast speed. They were practitioners of the Sun Country, and the majority of them were dressed as ninjas, and there were also many ronin dressed in samurai clothes, and even a strange creature that often appeared on TV - Ultraman.
They were extremely powerful, the lowest of them were at the Spirit Severing stage, and there were even many masters with the strength of Sanxian. In order to deal with Chen Feng, the Sun Country almost exhausted all its military power.
However, Chen Feng, the person involved, saw all of this without any panic. There was only a hint of cruelty in his eyes.
"Master, give us four and a half hours, and we will kill all these ants!" Jian Yi stood beside Chen Feng and asked softly.
From his words, Chen Feng felt a surge of enthusiasm, a desire to fight, and even more a desire to show off. Having just surrendered to Chen Feng, they naturally had to do something, just like a token of allegiance. Only with a token of allegiance would the boss trust you more.
"Okay, remember, don't leave any one behind!" Chen Feng said lightly.
"Yes!" The four of them looked at each other, and a terrifying madness suddenly rose in their eyes.
Then, four sword lights shot up into the sky, and the four men madly charged towards all the forces of the Sun Kingdom.
The advanced fighter jets were simply unable to break through the sword protection of the four men. On the contrary, a random sword strike from the four men could easily cut the fighter jets in two.
In the face of powerful personal strength, even the greatest technology ever seems so powerless.
Sword cultivators are the ones who are best at attacking and killing. They practice swordsmanship and explore how to make limited power explode into unlimited destruction. At this moment, the masters of the Sun Country have become living targets for the four people to practice swordsmanship. Every time the sword light flashes, a large number of lives will be harvested. The Eight-Headed God is the most powerful being in the Sun Country. Even he is not a match for Jian Yi and his friends. He has to be respectful to Jian Yi and his friends, let alone other Sun Country cultivators. These people are just sword-testing stones for Jian Yi and his friends.
Amid the killing, the four of them slowly applied the sword-fighting skills that Chen Feng had taught them, which gradually improved their strength.
"These four guys have quite a good understanding." Chen Feng looked at them and nodded.
“Boom boom boom—”
Suddenly, hundreds of flames shot out from the sky. The speed of these red lights was extremely fast, even exceeding the sword-riding speed of ordinary Mahayana cultivators.
Those were missiles. At this moment, the Sun Country brazenly launched hundreds of extremely accurate missiles, and their targets, without exception, were all Chen Feng.
If an ordinary low-level immortal saw so many missiles being fired at the same time, he would probably be scared to the point of peeing his pants. But who is Chen Feng
Although Chen Feng's strength is not that of a Sanxian, but only at the late stage of Mahayana, his real combat power is close to that of a Jiujie Sanxian, and he has reached the most powerful level in this world. How could such a Chen Feng be frightened by just a few hundred missiles
"snort!"
Chen Feng suddenly let out a roar of anger.
Following this angry shout, the world was suddenly filled with a murderous aura. Waves of spatial turbulence appeared out of nowhere, and a circle of spatial cracks suddenly appeared around Chen Feng.
“Swish, swish, swish—”
Hundreds of missiles flew into the space cracks unhindered, exiled to another dimension, and disappeared without a trace.
The space closed and returned to calm. Chen Feng raised his head, suddenly raised his middle finger, and smiled provocatively at the sky.
At the same time, Chen Feng's action was clearly broadcast on the screen in the Prime Minister's Palace in Xijing.
"How ridiculous!" An Peijisan smashed an antique blue and white porcelain on the table and angrily cursed: "Damn it, use all the hidden military bases in our country to bomb this bastard to death."
"Prime Minister, think twice!" At this time, an old minister respectfully advised An Peijisan: "Those military bases are reserved for preparation against China. It is precisely because China cannot figure out the movements of these military bases that it has been hesitant to take action against our country. If these military bases are exposed at this moment, China will definitely seize these opportunities and destroy them in one fell swoop. At this moment, our country has demonstrated so much military power and has still become the public enemy of the United Nations. If even those military bases are exposed, I am afraid that the day of national destruction is not far away!"
After all, An Peijisan was a king. After hearing the old minister's analysis, his anger calmed down a lot.
"Then what do you think we should do?" He looked at the old minister with a stern expression.
The old minister coughed, and then said firmly: "If we don't kill that man, our Sun Country will also be destroyed. If we rashly dispatch those sergeant bases, the Sun Country will still be destroyed. Instead of doing that, we might as well go crazy."
As he spoke, the old minister walked to the wall and pointed fiercely at a world map, pointing exactly at the location of the capital of China.
"What do you mean?" An Peijisan stood up from his seat and looked at the old minister with a ferocious look in his eyes: "First, blow up China and make it a deadly battle?"
"The Prime Minister is wise!" The old minister laughed loudly, his eyes full of madness: "If we can blow up a few Chinese leaders, perhaps China will be in chaos, and our Sun Country can survive the chaos, and even obtain permission from the United Nations to have military power openly."
"Hahaha, our Great Sun Country is extremely noble. You Chinese pigs, bear the wrath of our Great Sun Country!" An Peijisan sneered, and there was endless madness in his laughter.