The people in the island country don't understand what Beichuan Feng meant now, but Beichuan Feng is not in a hurry. They will understand it soon.
Wilson was still "quarreling" with Qin Xiaoyue. Wilson's words were provocative. He hoped to encourage China to take action first.
Moreover, he also expected that the Chinese would not dare to make the first move. Wilson thought he knew the Chinese very well, and he also thought he knew Yang Zicheng very well.
But he didn't understand Mo Hai.
Mo Hai waved his hand and told Qin Xiaoyue to stop talking.
Qin Xiaoyue's voice fell, and Mo Hai also stood up.
"Master Mo, are you going to take action?" Zeng Jinren's heart couldn't help but tremble.
Mo Hai did not answer, but walked forward. In front of him was the sea, but Mo Hai turned a blind eye.
Mo Hai was like a phantom, passing across the sea. The distance of several miles was only one step away in Mo Hai's eyes. In an instant, Mo Hai arrived on the American warship.
Zeng Jinren and Qin Xiaoyue were accustomed to Mo Hai's strength, so they didn't make a fuss at this moment. Now that Mo Hai decided to take action, no one could stop him.
However, Yang Zicheng and others thought they were dazzled when they saw a flash of light and shadow, and Mo Hairen disappeared.
"Where are the people?" Yang Zicheng exclaimed in shock.
"Over there." Zeng Jinren pointed to the American warship.
Yang Zicheng quickly took the telescope and saw that Mo Hai was already on the American warship. The people on the American warship were also caught off guard. For a moment, they froze in place as if they had been tapped on an acupuncture point, watching in astonishment. Latest update
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"He, how did he do it?" Yang Zicheng couldn't believe it. Yang Zicheng had also seen strong martial arts masters. Whether it was Qinggong or internal strength, there were traces to follow, but Mo Hai's actions were far beyond what Yang Zicheng had ever seen.
Those martial arts masters are much more weird and mysterious.
"This should be called teleportation." Zeng Jinren smiled.
Zeng Jinren insisted on establishing a special martial arts force against all opinions, but he was under a lot of pressure, because with the development of science and technology, various high-tech weapons emerged one after another. Everyone felt that there was no need to establish a special martial arts force, let alone
It is necessary to praise martial arts practitioners too highly, because with the development of the times, martial arts is destined to decline.
Yang Zicheng actually didn't take martial arts too seriously. No general in any country would take martial arts practitioners too seriously. Martial arts practitioners are just a weapon in the eyes of the superiors, nothing like guns and cannons.
the difference.
However, after seeing Mo Hai's "teleportation" magical power with his own eyes today, Yang Zicheng felt that martial arts seemed to be beyond his understanding.
"This Mr. Mo is really a strange person, but if he goes alone, he might be in danger." Yang Zicheng exclaimed in a tone of wonder.
Zeng Jinren smiled and said nothing.
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Mo Hai stood on the American warship, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking at Wilson expressionlessly.
"Go away or die." Mo Hai's voice was extremely calm, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary thing.
The translator beside Wilson quickly translated Mo Hai's words to Wilson. Wilson also came to his senses at this moment. Although he was amazed by Mo Hai's weirdness, Mo Hai came swaggering forward and uttered arrogance. Naturally, he couldn't help it with this tone.
To endure it, you must fight back.
"Get him," Wilson yelled.
Several warriors from the United States were already eager to try. They strode forward and attacked Mo Hai mercilessly.
Their power was so powerful that they seemed to be able to crush the steel deck of the warship. Mo Hai looked cold, and his body was like a swallow, flying back, and then landed on the gun barrel of the warship.
"Get ready to fight, no matter what, kill that kid." Wilson yelled again.
Bullets shot towards Mo Hai like rain.
Mo Hai stretched out his hand, bent his palm to block it, and the spiritual energy flew into the air to form an air shield. Bullets shot on it were all bounced away like they were shot on a copper or iron wall.
"Since you want to die, let me make it happen for you." Mo Hai curled his lips slightly, made a seal with one hand, and pointed towards the sea. The sea water immediately rolled out, and the waves were tens of meters high. Today's weather was originally
No, the sea wind is howling, a heavy rain is coming, the waves are rolling, and the "turbulent waves" set off by Mo Hai at this moment are even more dangerous.
"Tsunami!" The people on the American warship looked up and saw this scene, and couldn't help but be shocked. The waves were too high, like a high wall.
"Hula"
Before Wilson and others could react, waves tens of meters high fell, and the huge impact pushed everyone on the deck into the sea.
The warship did not capsize, leaving only Mo Hai standing on the gun barrel, watching the scene calmly.
The people on the other escort warships were stunned when they saw this scene, and they did not dare to fire. After all, Mo Hai was standing on their own warship, so they couldn't fire cannons to attack their own warship.
Not to mention, Wilson and other Americans are in really good shape. They were beaten into the sea by huge waves, but they didn't sink to the bottom of the sea. Instead, they all floated on the sea.
But at this moment, their faces were full of fear, and even the arrogant Wilson's mind went blank.
Mo Hai looked at Wilson floating in the sea with indifferent eyes, then turned into a light and shadow and left again.
"Disappear in front of my young master within half an hour. This is your last chance." Qin Xiaoyue's voice came from the radio again.
Mo Hai returned to the Chinese warship and sat on the chair with a calm expression, as if nothing happened just now.
On the Huaxia side, except for Zeng Jinren, Ye Wufeng and Qin Xiaoyue, everyone else was stunned.
On the sea, it suddenly started raining heavily.
The stormy waves became more turbulent, and the dark sky was obscured by the rain curtain, making it impossible to see clearly ahead.
Mo Hai was still sitting on the chair, but there seemed to be an invisible layer of glass around Mo Hai, blocking the wind and rain.
The heavy rain lasted for ten minutes, and then it started to rain again. It was not until half an hour later that the wind stopped and the rain stopped. The weather became clear again, and the warm sunshine shone down to dispel the chill.
"Sir, they haven't left yet." The sea fog dissipated and the sea became open again, but Qin Xiaoyue couldn't help but frown.
The half-hour deadline has passed, but those in the United States still have not left. The warships are lying on the sea and there is no urge to leave.
"It seems that they are preparing to use force. Although the warships did not move, all the cannons did." Zeng Jinren said with a faint smile.
Only then did Qin Xiaoyue realize that all the gun barrels on those warships were facing her side. I was afraid that at least a hundred rounds of artillery shells would be fired at her given an order.
However, Qin Xiaoyue did not feel the least bit scared, with a sarcastic sneer on her lips.
The Americans are really looking for death. They think they can threaten the young master here, but they don't know that the young master has shown mercy just now.
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