Nanyang, on an island.

A man with a half-white hair and a sixty-year-old put down his phone and his face was a little solemn.

The plane was sniped and could not take off, and the warships were wiped out, while there seemed to be no loss in China.

This situation was completely beyond his expectations.

In his opinion, even if these guys are not good, they can kill many people, and they may even cause heavy losses to the Chinese.

But the result is this!

"A bunch of waste!" he cursed softly.

Then, with a gritted teeth, a grim look appeared on his face.

"Damn Chinese, it's not that easy to destroy me!"

He took a deep breath and walked out.

Outside was a wide square, with figures sitting cross-legged, black clothes and felt hats, and black boxes were placed in front of them.

At one glance, there were at least four or five hundred people.

So many people gathered together, but they were still silent.

Each face was full of solemn expressions and extremely solemn.

Everyone knows that there will be a fierce battle later. Either they die or the Chinese die. Even if they can win, it will definitely be a tragic victory. Many people here are afraid that they will not see the sun tomorrow.

The figure walked out, everyone raised their eyes and looked over.

Mura took a light breath and said in a deep voice: "The Chinese... are coming! Everyone, be prepared for a bloody battle!"

A low buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the square.

Suddenly, someone stood up and shouted excitedly: "The Chinese people bully people too much, we have fought with them!"

"Yes! Fight with them!"

Someone stood up again and raised his arms and shouted.

Then, they stood up one by one, shouting in unison, and the whole square was boiling.

Mura nodded with satisfaction. They still have a chance to fight with such blood and morale.

He turned around and looked to one side.

There were three figures sitting there, one man in the middle was wearing a monk's robe, with an old face and a thin body. His exposed skin was like gold, shining with a metallic luster.

In this way, he looked very much like A San's ascetic monk.

The other two were so old, one of them had a sinister face and awesome spirit.

"Three seniors, I'll give you my consent to this battle!"

Mura bowed and said respectfully.

The old monk raised his eyelids, snorted softly, and said, "Don't worry, we will do our best."

The sinister old man said, "Is this Chinese so brave now? When those old dragons were there, they didn't dare to launch a battle to destroy the world. Now, just a new dragon is out, they dare to be so arrogant."

"Hmph! It's really a delusion to destroy our Nanyang!"

Mura smiled, but she felt very calm.

Among these three, two are real real-life strength, and one is half a step, which is equivalent to three dragons.

And China, at most, there are three!

The two Maoshan once, plus the new one, are all real-life-level strengths. If they come, they are indeed better than them.

However, they have some great advantages in playing at home.

In the square, the shouts of killing continued, becoming louder and louder, soaring straight into the sky.

Soon, they moved, checked the things in the box, and began to prepare for the battle.

Then, they came out one after another and rushed to the shore.

There, fortresses had been built, machine guns were set up, and thunder had been laid, and many mercenaries were stationed.

As long as these arrangements can kill a few Chinese people, it will be worth it.

They gathered behind the defense line and were ready for battle.

Under Mura's command, coffins and large black tanks were moved in and placed behind.

After everything was ready, it suddenly became quiet, which was a bit terrible!

Everyone suppressed their breathing, their eyes brightened, and they looked at the sea in front of them.

After about ten minutes, a stir came from the sea, and then a fishing boat was rushing towards him.

"Here you come!"

There was a burst of exclamation everywhere.

"Let's fire! Open fire!"

The order was issued, and among the fortresses, there were flames ejected, and there were also rockets roaring away.

However, these hot weapons were useless at all. When they approached the fishing boat, they were blocked by an invisible barrier.

No matter how they bombard it, they can't shake it.

A group of wizards were immediately shocked.

This situation was completely beyond their expectations.

"Oh my God! What are they doing!"

Everyone was shocked when they saw the fishing boats reaching the shore and still had no intention of slowing down.

Just as everyone's horrified eyes were filled with fishing boats, the fishing boats rushed directly to the beach, and crushed them like tanks, under a layer of turtle shells.

The mine was triggered, but it did not cause any damage at all.

The fishing boats were covered with shields.

At this time, a rocket was bombarded on the fishing boat, and the bombardment directly destroyed their carefully arranged defense line.

A group of mercenaries, those who died were dead, those who were broken were broken.

Finally, the fishing boat stopped and the roaring explosion disappeared.

When the smoke of gunpowder disappeared, there were figures on the fishing boat, black and rainbow-like momentum.

Especially on a fishing boat in the middle, there was a person standing, and the momentum was the most terrifying.

But that face was blurry.

It’s the dragon in China!

Everyone in Nanyang was shocked.

This dragon has been famous for a long time, and is famous all over the world!

But when they looked again, many of them exclaimed, revealing doubt.

After scanning, why are there only two real people? One is the dragon, the strongest, the real real person level, and the other is a Taoist priest. Judging from the momentum, it should be just a half step.

Apart from that, it's gone!

"No way!"

They looked surprised.

I thought that China was making a big move and invited all the powerful figures to destroy their Southeast Asian cultivation world, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Even Mura and those old guys were stunned.

Immediately afterwards, his face became a little weird.

If there are really only these people, wouldn’t they come to die?

How dare these Chinese people be so arrogant that they think that they can destroy their Southeast Asian cultivation world with these few people!

"It's not that I haven't come out yet!" they thought to themselves secretly.

"You're Mura?"

On the boat, Tang Hao's eyes swept and fell on Mura, "It's you, the one who ordered the attack on my Chinese?"

"So what! This is my Nanyang, how can you Chinese people be presumptuous?" Mura shouted coldly.

Tang Hao sneered and said, "You are very brave!"

As he said that, he jumped gently and landed on the ground.

"Hmph! You are the ones who are very brave. If you want to destroy me, Nanyang, dream!" Mura shouted angrily.

The old monk also spoke, "Stop talking nonsense, beating quickly, call out all your people!"

Tang Hao smiled indifferently and said, "We are all here! You two opponents today are me!"

As he said that, he raised his hand, pointed to the old monk, and then pointed to the old man with a very ghost arrogance.
Chapter completed!