Another batch comes!

This sentence is enough to prove that the pagans have come into contact with the special forces before!

Qingluan remained silent and immediately asked Yuan Zibang to inform Mo Nan first. If Mo Nan was present, she would feel much more at ease. After all, there were thousands of people on the opposite side, and they were all teams of border activities, so the firepower would be particularly strong!

Without a strong man like Mo Nan, if there is a conflict, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"It seems that you have learned the methods of my special forces, so why dare you offend me, China?" Qingluan was full of heroic spirit, and there was a powerful aura in her stern scolding, which made everyone tremble.

When people see her, they will think that men are as good as men, and that is what she should say!

"Hehe, of course I know that the first time I fought with your special forces was eight years ago. At that time, your special forces were majestic, but from the special forces the day before yesterday, hehe, you are far from you." Chacha laughed out loud. He was not afraid of Qingluan at all, and the place where he stood was outside the national border.

"What did you do to them?" Qingluan shouted angrily, stepped into the water with one foot, and was about to rush over.

When she moved, the pagans on the opposite side immediately picked up the guns in their hands, and aimed at them with a load. In an instant, at least hundreds of infrared rays were aimed at Qingluan.

The special forces team also responded quickly and immediately picked up their weapons. Some of them were members of ancient martial arts and immediately held their own cold weapons.

The villagers on both sides were shocked. Many people hid in their homes quickly. Some of them were passionately holding homemade hunting iron spears and the hatchet rushed out. The children were so scared that they cried immediately.

For a moment, the whole earth was full of swords and smell of gunpowder, and the pitiful cry of the child became the only sound here.

Both sides were in an extremely sensitive deadlock.

The true energy around Qingluan's body has begun to surge. Her current cultivation level is not afraid of bullet shooting, but the other party also has powerful heavy weapons. No matter how powerful her true energy is, she can only protect herself at most.

What should I do if the slightly weaker team members? What should I do if the innocent villagers on both sides? Once the fire is exchanged, what should I do if the war between the two countries is caused?

Countless invisible chains pulled her body away.

"Beautiful instructor, I advise you not to move around! Once you fight, it will not be easy for anyone to live!" Chacha was actually afraid. Although the number of special forces teams was small, they were all extremely fierce. Once this was opened, they would not be able to get it.

Moreover, the special forces that dare to kill China will definitely cause serious consequences! Even if he is not of Chinese nationality, he knows that China has a powerful Xiao Qianjue, but he must not mess with the special forces that Xiao Qianjue created.

"Beautiful instructor, let's make a deal! The day before yesterday I found a special forces team. They are in danger now. I will tell you where they are. As for the conditions, it is that you don't interfere in our affairs. We will evacuate at most three days!" Chacha began to negotiate the conditions.

"Absolutely impossible! People are our people, I must find them back! The place is also our land of China, so you can't take anything away here!" Qingluan could not give in.

"Haha! Then everyone is here to waste! Otherwise, you can shoot and see if your ancient martial arts in China are powerful, or our divine patterns are better! As for these civilians, they will die if they die! Don't get in the way! But I remind you that if you delay a minute here, they will be more dangerous!" Chacha said, and several old men slowly walked around him.

The old men had long hair, hanging on both sides, like dead grass. It can be seen that the faith of their country is very special and the power they possess is very special, not like true energy, but the power of a typical pagan.

Qingluan's eyes rolled: "Okay, since you are so confident in your divine patterns, then let's compete! If you lose, withdraw immediately and don't take anything away! And tell us the whereabouts of that special forces!"

Chacha's eyes suddenly shone with light and he smiled and said, "If your special forces lose, then you can get out of here immediately! We will stay here for a week!"

"Okay - then let's follow the rules of the last international competition and send someone out!"

Both sides know that now everyone reduces the firepower battle to a game! Because once the fight occurs, neither side will have any good results!

Qingluan was even more scrupulous, that is, she was going to wait for Mo Nan to come!

Since the two sides agreed, they immediately sent someone out.

"Instructor, let me get on!" Yuan Zitan said in a deep voice. He should be one of the best in this team. He has also won the highest score in single combat.

"Okay - you mainly delay time when you go up. There are too many such organizations in their country. The power of these pagans has not yet been understood. Be careful!" Qingluan ordered.

"Yeah!" Yuan Zitan uninstalled the sniper rifle and handed it to his companion next to him.

The opposite was an old man with dry hair. He showed his arms, and two long rows of holes on it. He probably had stabbed some divine nails into his arms since he was a child, and later on, they had grown together with the flesh.

From a distance, these two arms were very ferocious, as if two long centipedes were crawling on his arms.

The villagers all hid behind after seeing this.

"start--"

Neither party wanted to know the other party's name, and rushed towards the other party with an angry shout.

Yuan Zibang was filled with true energy. This was his first battle and the first battle representing China. He definitely did not hold back at all!

With a long roar, both of them rushed to the middle of the river and punched each other with one punch!

boom!!

The true energy around Yuan Zibo burst out wantonly, forming a huge explosion center with him as the center.

uproar--

He pushed the water from the upstream and downstream of the small river away, and he suddenly saw a riverbed full of sand and round stones, without a trace of river water!

"Gaga! The true energy of China's true energy is really good!" The old man withered hair suddenly smiled fiercely, his whole body was like a dead tree, and he was not affected by this powerful punch.

Flashes of dead corpse breath came from his arm divine nail!

The pagans behind them all shouted when they saw this, shouting the name of a god together, which should be the god they believe in.

Yuan Zitan shouted angrily, jumped up and kicked the old man with more than ten kicks in the chest of the old man with dry hair, and kicked the old man with dry hair away.

Crack!! The sounds of broken bones are clearly heard!

Bang!! Yuan Zibang clenched his fist and landed heavily. The retreated river finally returned to normal at this time, and then rushed to his feet and soaked on his knees.

"Okay! Beautiful job! Great! I deserve to be our Chinese soldiers!" Many villagers shouted happily.

But no one cheered the entire special forces team, but instead became more focused and looked at it with a solemn expression.

When they reach their level, they have basically entered the Qi Gang realm. They judge whether the other party has been defeated and rarely use their eyes to judge, but instead feel the enemy's breath.

The old man withered hair who was kicked away clearly had no sign of decay.

Crack! With a sound, the old man withered hair suddenly bounced up from the ground, as if nothing had happened, patted the footprints on his chest, snorted coldly and walked forward.

At this moment, the pagans instead cheered enthusiastically.

Yuan Zitan frowned. He seemed to kick a mummy just now. Now, looking at the old man with a hair, he felt that the old man was just a puppet, just like the person he was rumored to be made by an alchemist.

But everyone knows that this is not at all. The old man opposite is a living person!

Yuan Zitan felt a sense of dissatisfaction in his heart. When he stepped on his feet, a wave of two or three meters high splashed. He rushed over angrily and fought fiercely with the old man with a tyrannical hair.

Unfortunately, the two of them had been fighting for half an hour, and Yuan was exhausted. In the end, he was hit by the old man with a terrifying centipede fist and threw it into the water.

"Hahaha--We won this first game. Who else do you come?" Chacha laughed wildly. The pagans behind him were even more cheering, and the cheers of thousands of people were extremely powerful.

Qingluan looked blue and turned around and asked the correspondent in a low voice: "Is the chief instructor here?"

"It has been notified that it should be on the road, but the distance between us will take at least more than four hours to arrive! It is not calculated that he will get lost!" The correspondent spoke very lowly and realized the urgency of the situation.

Qingluan cannot go to the scene in person. Once it goes, the opponent will definitely go to the scene. No matter who wins and loses, both sides will definitely have to fight directly!

Qingluan turned around and glanced at the end of the Zhuque team, and her eyes fell on a female player with a cold face. The female player stood a little far away, as if she was a little out of place with the players in front of her.

"Ming! Come on!"

When the other team members heard this, their faces changed slightly, and they actually called "Mutual Jing"?

What exactly did this instructor Qingluan think?
Chapter completed!