Half a day later.

On the flight from Tokyo to the imperial capital of China, a pair of young people and Lori appeared here, eating a plane meal while watching a movie on a tablet.

After takeoff.

Okita Takayuki looked at the plane that rose into the air unwillingly, and said in a resentful voice: "Nakajima-san, don't you really do anything on the plane?" Just let him go back? ”

"Or else?"

Nakajima-san sighed slightly, and said helplessly: "Even the Thor missile group can't help him, the plane crashes, and it will only be ordinary people who die, and Zhao Fan, even a hair may not be missing." If this is the case, not only will he not be able to stay, but it will also bring our country to the forefront. ”

In this half a day, she has ordered all the intelligence networks to investigate, the young man and the little girl, twenty minutes after Mount Fuji was razed to the ground, appeared in another city, and were photographed by the cameras on the street.

And the other party's actions are intriguing, as if they are showing off their might.

Now, the Japanese side is no longer thinking about how to kill Zhao Wusheng, but has fallen into self-danger, and the launch of the Thor missile group on the same day is simply a loss to the wife and the army, not only did not kill the other party, but also lost the image carefully created by the outside world in the past, and also lost Mount Fuji.

It's even a mainstay of Miyamoto Mamoru Miyamoto!

There is no return, if this is a business, there will be no pants left!

Just as Takayuki Okita and Samu Nakajima were about to leave after sending the airliner disappear into the sky, suddenly, a black light and shadow passed by.

The next moment.

The two of them were grateful for the cold in their abdomen, so they subconsciously looked down, and the upper body actually slashed down from the lower body, and a sword as black as ink was suspended in the void in front of them, and the tip of the sword was still dripping with blood.

"This ......" Nakajima Sa hurriedly urged the supreme healing technique of the Onmyoji lineage, but it was a step too slow.

The black flying sword, like the scythe of death, was harvested.

Moment.

Nakajima's skull was separated from the upper half of his body, and all but the flying head exploded into a blood mist.

And Okita Takayuki next to him was the same, his stunned face, looking at the shattered body below, couldn't react to what was happening, because he didn't enter the sanctification, his vitality was suddenly cut off, and he fell!

There were many people at the airport, including ordinary people and transcendent beings who followed them, and all of them fell into a huge panic at this time, screaming desperately in a panic......

As a mid-biblical Nakajima Sha, at the same time as her body was destroyed, her soul shrank into her head, floating in the air and looking at the deadly black sword, "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

"Jiangzhou, Zhao Fan!"

The sword body shook slightly, and a faint voice came out.

It turned into black light again, piercing Nakajima's skull and soul with unmistakable precision, and shook violently.

Airplanes......

There is no more Nakajima sand in the world!

With this, Japan is beyond the world, and winter has arrived!

Mamoru Miyamoto is dead.

Nakajima Sa is dead!

Takayuki Okita is also dead!

And the black sword, in front of everyone's eyes, circled in the void, and then turned into a streamer, chasing the plane above the clouds as fast as lightning......

Those Japanese transcendents who were not affected were so frightened that they were almost gone, some hugged their heads and cried, some knelt sluggishly looking at the black streamer in the distance, and some picked up their mobile phones to make an emergency notification.

……

Soon after.