Starting from the control of Hongmeng, fishing for the heavens

"Fishing the Heavens from Taking Control of Hongmeng" Chapter 2 Eighty Fusang Sword Master Ghosts Worry!

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Chapter 281 Shameless!

He Wendong, Yang Youruo and other people present also clenched their fists, showing aggrieved and grief-stricken expressions.

The situation is stronger than people, they have to bow their heads!

"Hey, isn't that the eldest princess Wenren Muyue and the second princess Wenren Muyue of Huaxia Kingdom?"

When several frigates of the two countries were busy salvaging the dying fire dragon, on the deck of Sakura Country, a young man flashed his eyes and said with a smile.

Chapter 281 of "Fishing the Heavens from Taking Control of Hongmeng" is extremely shameless!

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Chapter 282 One Sword Kills the Sword Master

Fusang Sword Saint Gui Jianchou stomped his heels, and his body soared into the air, suspended above the hundred-foot-high sky.

"Peach Blossom Sword Qi Slash!"

The murderous voice echoed.

Countless strong auras from the ground gathered from all directions, turned into a thick sword aura, and slashed towards Huaxia's aircraft carrier with the sinking mountain.

"Manipulating spiritual energy is a legendary skill that surpasses our worldly world. Everyone, retreat quickly."

"This Fusang Sword Saint, Gui Jianchou, really deserves to be called the Cherry Blossom Country. He is one of the top three peerless masters, and he has even practiced spiritual skills."

He Wendong, Yang Youruo, Wenren Muyue, the wind without the sea, returning to the cloud with a cup in his hand, the eight-armed Buddha Chen Daqian, chasing wind and blood for thousands of miles... Waiting for the skirt to take a breath of air, they all retreated violently.

Boom!

Then, that terrifying sword intent slammed into the deck of the aircraft carrier.

The aircraft carrier was violently turbulent, and a crack several feet deep appeared on the surface of the deck.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the people behind the disciples were shocked.

The key to an aircraft carrier's combat effectiveness is the carrier-based aircraft.

However, if the carrier-based aircraft wants to take off and land, it puts forward very strict requirements on the deck steel.

The weight of modern carrier-based aircraft is as little as 2000 to [-] tons. When taking off and landing, the deck of the aircraft carrier has to bear huge impact and friction, and it must also withstand the high temperature of more than [-] degrees Celsius from the exhaust flame of the fighter jet.

and so…

The aircraft carrier deck has high yield ratio, high toughness, oxidation resistance, high temperature resistance, no deformation and low temperature resistance.

It is comparable to the general nine-star spiritual weapon.

But right now, it was torn apart by a sword energy from Fusang Sword Master?

It can be seen from this that the opponent's terror.

"Give it to me, except for the two princesses, kill everyone on the Huaxia Aircraft Carrier."

At the same time, the two aircraft carriers of the African State and the Sakura State, including many martial arts experts from many cruisers around them.

At this time, they all flew towards the deck of the Huaxia aircraft carrier.

There are more than thirty of these people.

The lowest level of cultivation has reached the category of Grand Master, and there are five people with the highest level, all of them are in the peak state.

As soon as their heels landed on the Huaxia aircraft carrier's feet, these thirty or so people started to make a move.

On Huaxia's side, there are only a dozen or so martial arts experts present at the moment, and Guiyun's hands are flowing, the eight-armed Buddha Chen Daqian, chasing wind and blood for thousands of miles, and was severely injured by Fusang Sword Master before.

The remaining He Wendong, Yang Youruo, Wenren Muyue and others are not at the peak of their cultivation.

The gap between Pitts is too big...

In just a few minutes, he completely fell into a weak position.

Especially Wenren Muling, her cultivation is only in the advanced category, if Wenren Muyue hadn't been guarding her side, she might have been caught by the opponent right now.

Rao is so!

Wenren Muling was still under the opponent's fierce attack, so forced that he couldn't even breathe.

In the chaos, Lin Zimu rushed over with a few strides, and slapped Wenren Muyue on the shoulder with a palm.

Ding Ding Deng!

Wenren Muyue was busy dealing with two non-national martial arts masters, and when she agreed to come over, she felt a pain in her shoulder, and she staggered back a few steps.

"Wenren Muling, your sister is in danger now, if you are sensible, just obediently follow me to the Sakura Kingdom and be my woman..."

Lin Zimu reached out and grabbed Wenren Muling's bright wrist, pulling her all over.

"Tsk tsk...Second princess, at your age, you look really beautiful. Given time, you will definitely be able to win the country. I, Lin, can marry you. It is a blessing from my previous life."

While grinning ferociously, Lin Zimu stretched out his dirty paws and touched Wenren Muling's green face, his eyes were full of obscenity and excitement.

Wenren Muling couldn't break free, his head drooped, he opened his mouth, and bit the opponent's arm with one bite.

Under the pain, Lin Zimu let go of his hand, and Wenren Muling took a few steps back.

"Bitch, shameless, courting death!"

Lin Zimu's face was burning with pain, and he suddenly pulled out a pair of golden scissors from his waist.

Following his gestures, the scissors immediately soared to a weight of a hundred catties, like a pair of huge pliers, when they opened and closed, they bit at Wenren Mu Ling.

"Sister, help me..."

Wenren Mu Ling's pretty face turned pale, and subconsciously screamed at a high decibel.

The golden sharp knife in Lin Zimu's hand is a big deal, it is obviously a holy weapon, and with Wenren Muling's cultivation level, he can't dodge it at all.

"Muling..."