The personal security of the beautiful president

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On the small island thousands of miles away from Mengzi Island, the blockade of the island chain set up by the Xingyu Legion is still in progress, and every move of the coalition forces of the nine factions on the island is still under the surveillance of the enemy.

In a rocky pit, neatly prepared white helmet cultivators continued to line up and leave. Only by close observation can we see clearly the huge spaceship disguised under the concealment formation.

This is the flagship of the aviation fleet of the Xingyu Corps responsible for the blockade of Mengzi Island - the Fengyun-class strategic aircraft carrier, Yuanxing.

If there are immortal cultivators here, they will find that this spaceship is also a magic weapon...

A gigantic, incomparable magic weapon...

At this moment, on the bridge of the Far Star.

The following conversation is taking place...

"You mean, the flying sword brigade and the magic flame bear cavalry brigade that went to intercept the enemy's reinforcements were wiped out by an earth practitioner?"

"Reporting to Admiral, according to the video data sent back by the survivors of the Demon Flame Bear and the battle records of the Flying Sword Squad that has been wiped out, it is the same person."

On the huge screen in front of the man called the admiral, the video images of Ding Zhe imprisoning the white-helmed practitioners by waving the Xianhao pen were played respectively, and finally zoomed in on a smiling face.

It was Ding Zhe!

Looking at this mysterious oriental man with an evil smile on his face, the admiral suddenly took a deep breath.

"The Flying Sword Brigade and the Demon Flame Bear Cavalry are the elite troops of the Xingyu Legion, invincible. The combination of 2000 people is enough to compete with several Nascent Soul Realm masters!"

The admiral looked again at the scholar beside him who was in charge of analyzing the data.

"What realm is this person?"

The scholar pushed the spectacle-shaped instrument attached to his left eye, and pondered for a moment.

"Returning to the admiral, it seems that he didn't use any exercises, but, what is it, that subordinate can't do anything..."

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"It's just the stick in his hand, probably some kind of mysterious magic weapon."

The admiral picked up a transparent tube with two fingers, put it near his mouth and took a sip, as if he was smoking on earth.

"A magic weapon? That is to say, with this magic weapon alone, he has managed thousands of troops? Has anyone sent someone to check the relevant records in the Spirit Treasure Treasury at the headquarters?"

A wisp of dreamy-colored smoke slowly emerged from the admiral's nostrils.

The scholar was so scared that he was sweating coldly at this moment, bowing his knees in a respectful and humble manner.

"That's...not for the time being, I can't find out what this thing is..."

He didn't even dare to look up at the admiral's expression.

Obviously terrified...

"A bunch of rice buckets!"

The admiral violently crushed the chimney like a glass tube in his hand, and blasted a cloud of colored smoke on his left hand, spreading in the bridge command room.

"Admiral calm down..."

The scholar kowtowed desperately on the ground, as if he wanted to smash through the steel floor of the bridge.

"But, Admiral, there is one more good news, one more good news..."

He still didn't dare to stop the rhythm of kowtowing, so he could only observe the admiral's expression from the corner of his eye.

It was very impatient to find that the latter was constantly tapping the knee with his fingers.

"Stop talking nonsense, talk!"

"The subordinates found that when this person used the magic weapon, there was only a little spiritual connection with the magic weapon, but the power released by it was far beyond that..."

The scholar knelt on the ground, supported the ground with his hands, and began to talk in a trembling tone.

"Generally speaking, a magic weapon is just a tool for transforming the equivalent amount of spiritual power provided by a practitioner into corresponding effective exercises..."

"If you fart, just let it go!"

The admiral's shout once again interrupted the scholar's long-winded speech, causing him to lie tightly on the ground in fright.

"Yes... this subordinate suspects that this person has been relying on the remaining spiritual power of this mysterious magic weapon to perform exercises, and his energy has probably been exhausted after two consecutive battles."

After hearing this, an undetectable smile appeared on the corner of the admiral's mouth.

"Where is this person now?"

"Return to the admiral, I suspected that I found traces of this person during yesterday's feint attack on Mengzi Island."

"it is good!"

I saw the admiral waved his big hand, grabbed a gorgeous white pointed helmet, and put it on his head with a "snap"; stop in front of him.

"Pass down the order, within two hours, I have selected elites from various troops who are not afraid of death, and formed a kamikaze flying sword team for me, and follow me to conquer!"

"Admiral, this..."

The scholar looked a bit troubled.

"There is no magic weapon that can win a hundred battles and be invincible in the world!"

The admiral sneered, stepped onto the giant sword, and slowly flew up to the bridge screen.

"I'll meet you, cultivator of Earth Dragon Kingdom!"

The screen flashed into a snowflake under the spiritual pressure of the admiral's Golden Core Realm.

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"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

At this time, the sun was high, and Ding Zhe, who had just fought fiercely with Chen Miaoyan all night on the top of the mountain, suddenly sneezed heavily, startling the beauty in his arms.

"What's the matter, Zhe? Did you catch a cold?"

Chen Miaoyan was concerned.

"Cultivators don't catch colds."

Ding Zhe raised his hand and scratched Chen Miaoyan's nose, pampering the top of her head, making her blushed with shame and wishing to get into his chest.

Then looking at the sea level in the distance, nearly a thousand small black spots are flying towards Mengzi Island at high speed, the tenderness on the face is still gone, and the iconic smirk is printed on the corner of the mouth again.

"I think someone missed me."

Now, it was the battle of the Stone Mountain Flame Bear, seven days later!

Thousands of white-helmed cultivators rode flying swords, flew in the air, skimmed across the sea at high speed, and headed towards Mengzi Island under the leadership of the giant sword.

When it was three thousand miles away from Mengzi Island, the admiral, who was stepping on a huge sword, opened his hand.

"The Kamikaze Flying Sword Team obeys the order! Lie Yanling Formation, open the Hunyuan Umbrella! Keep cruising at high speed!"

Then the white helmet practitioners behind him quickly lined up, and countless red umbrellas in the team unfolded one after another.

The whole team is like a blood-stained scarlet spear, flying towards Mengzi Island!

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On Mengzi Island, Ding Zhe had already brought Chen Miaoyan with him when he could see the light spot of the flying swords of the Interstellar Legion with the naked eye, and flew back to the station from the high mountain to discuss with Bai Gang, the God of the Dragon Army. Countermeasures.

"Master Ding, it has been seven days since the last battle, I wonder how your magic weapon has recovered..."

Hearing Bai Gang mentioning the magic weapon, Ding Zhe hooked his finger and drew out the Xianhao brush from his bosom.

Different from seven days ago, at this time, the Xianhao Brush has changed from the dimness after imprisoning a thousand people, to the radiance restored!

Looking at the magic weapon in his hand which was once again at his disposal, Ding Zhe smiled ghostly.

"Of course it's ready."

Bai Gang smiled knowingly: "Then headmaster Ding, please act according to the strategy I specified. You are the core key to defending against the enemy this time."

"Let's gossip less, let us tell us what kind of ghost idea you have."