Plunder the heavens and worlds

Chapter 389 There Are Only the Strong and the Weak in the World

"In that case, stay."

The other party requested this, so Long Xuan naturally would not choose to force it.

The helicopter began to return, flying towards the Chinese warship on the ocean, vowing to take away Dr. Chen safely.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully rescuing Dr. Chen. You will be rewarded with ten luck points."

Everything was resolved, and because of his appearance, those medical staff and Dr. Chen successfully escaped from danger.

"Ding, please host, please destroy the mercenaries, save the people from the fire and water, and save Africa from falling...Twenty luck points will be rewarded."

Save the people of Africa?

Holy shit, Ma Dan thinks I’m a firefighter putting out fires!

Long Xuan expressed that he was helpless and couldn't help muttering.

"Today, no matter what, I will do it for the common people of Africa, except for the scourge of mercenaries..."

As he said that, Long Xuan had a righteous face, and a strong murderous aura emanated from his brows, which made people dare not look directly at him.

"Senior Long is really a true immortal, he is so great."

The workers in the Chinese-owned factory shouted happily.

They danced with joy and smiled, looking forward to a bright new future.

"Master Master has a heart for all the people in the world, which is not something we can speculate on."

The naughty kid Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but sigh.

"Senior, I will go with you."

After becoming a master, Leng Feng was also eager to try, he wanted to avenge Long Xiaoyun.

"Set off……"

Long Xuan shouted loudly, and then flew high in the sky, with little golden light shining under his feet, like a banished immortal.

"Why does Fellow Daoist Long seem to have been beaten with chicken blood?"

The master of worshiping the moon looked confused, he didn't know why Long Xuan suddenly became high-spirited.

The headquarters of the mercenaries couldn't hide from Long Xuan, and the terrifying soul power had already enveloped the land.

They are the turtles in the urn, unable to turn the sky.

In the building of the government army, that is where the head of the Red Turban Army is located, and the mercenaries should also be there.

The speed of Long Xuan and his party was very fast, after crossing hundreds of kilometers, they finally arrived.

I have to say that the land of Africa is very backward, even in government office buildings, it looks extremely simple.

There are many red scarf fighters standing outside, AK47 is their favorite, easy to operate.

There will be a team of people patrolling every 10 minutes, and overall it is still heavily guarded.

"How does Senior Long fight?"

Leng Feng cast his eyes on Long Xuan, hoping for his help to come up with an idea.

"Come on, we'll hold you down here."

Just kidding, it would be a waste of one's identity to play these tricks, and Long Xuan looked down on their ordinary knowledge.

"it is good……"

The two bosses were unwilling to make a move, so Leng Feng could only be dispatched and rushed over.

"who?"

Before the two red scarf soldiers standing guard could react, a powerful palm force came over them.

The slap from the innate strong man had at least tens of thousands of kilograms of divine power. The two of them fell to the ground like watermelons, their flesh and blood mangled.

"Someone has bad intentions, sound the alarm..."

The Red Scarf Army reacted again, and one of them was holding an AK47, trying to eliminate the cold front in front of him.

Another chose to sound the alarm to alert the leaders in the building.

"Whoa..."

It was useless to shoot bullets at Leng Feng's body, and was abruptly blocked by an illusory Taiji diagram.

His backhand was a slap, like a wolf rushing into a herd of sheep, beheading several people casually.

"The innately strong are really terrifying. Taekwondo, karate, and martial arts champions are all weak."

In Zhuo Yifan's eyes, this is a master of martial arts, as for what he saw before, he was nothing but flamboyant fists and embroidered legs.

"True martial arts only kill people, not perform."

Those who perform are called actors, not warriors. The purpose of martial arts is to obtain powerful power for killing.

"Bang bang..."

A hundred meters away, someone secretly raised a rocket launcher and aimed it at Leng Feng.

"Pfft..."

The power of the rocket launcher was terrifying. The Tai Chi diagram above Leng Feng's head exploded, causing violent vibrations.

His body suffered some trauma, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Hardly resistant to rocket launchers, this is the so-called innate warrior."

Rachel was also stunned, and felt that the cold front in front of her could rival those of Wolverine.

More and more Red Turban troops besieged Leng Feng, and soon thousands of them gathered, and the roar of tanks could be heard.

Hundreds of rocket launchers aimed at the cold front, forming a camp.

Nearly 54 T[-] tanks gathered, coming like a torrent of steel.

At the end, a group of people walked out of the office building, and there was only one familiar face, that was the leader of the mercenaries, Dad.

There was another person beside him, who seemed to be the leader of the Red Scarf Army.

"You are the so-called saboteurs, hand over Dr. Chen or you will all go to hell for me!"

The leader of the Red Scarf Army waved his fist and roared like a gorilla.

"Today I just want to avenge Xiao Yun, your life is mine."

Facing the encirclement of the army, Leng Feng did not change his expression, staring at his father resolutely.

Then he took out a bullet from his chest, which was the evidence of killing Long Xiaoyun.

After seeing the bullet, the old man seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but let out a mocking smile.

"So it's this one. I killed her with my own hands, and she was tortured to death."

Leng Feng's heart was about to burst at the words of killing with his own hands, and he couldn't help roaring.

"go to hell!"

He rushed forward fiercely, using military fighting style as his starting move, hoping to kill the executioner in front of him.

"kill……"

The leader of the Red Scarf Army waved his hand, and instantly hundreds of rocket launchers aimed at Leng Feng.

And the old man hurriedly got into the tank, he still didn't believe it, flesh and blood can resist the torrent of steel.

"Bang bang..."

A pair of fists smashed on the T54 tank, punching a dent in it, but it never exploded.

"boom……"

As the tank's barrel fired, the huge explosive force hit Leng Feng.

"Crack..."

The zhenqi on Leng Feng's body was shattered, and the Taiji diagram also disappeared sadly, being blown away by it for tens of meters.

He was severely injured and fell to the ground with large pools of blood flowing out of his body, almost unconscious.

"Long... Senior Long... please... please... you must... help me... kill... kill these executioners..."

After saying the last words with difficulty, Leng Feng fell to the ground, completely unconscious.

"There are only strong and weak in this world, and you Huaxia are born weak, understand?"

Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, the father said arrogantly.

"Weak, ha ha! Then I, the weak, will let you taste the anger of the weak."

Long Xuan was so angry that he couldn't control it anymore, and he planned to kill people, doing all the worst ways.

On the ocean, Chinese warships...

The captain finally locked the whereabouts of Leng Feng with the help of satellites, and he saw him lying in a pool of blood.

But Long Xuan and the Moon Worshiper, who was dressed in strange clothes, were surrounded by the powerful Red Scarf Army.

In his eyes, the outcome seemed obvious. Long Xuan and others would be massacred on the spot without any surprises.

As for the people on the helicopter who have not returned yet, naturally they cannot tell the captain about Long Xuan's terrifying strength.

(End of this chapter)