The fleet that was attacked by the Unknown Division in the sea off Haiya City was formed by a mixture of the South China Sea Fleet and the Haiya City Fleet of the Tianqi Empire.

The centerpiece of the fleet is the USS Yangshan, a sea fortress loaded with 80 warplanes of all kinds, which is facing the biggest crisis in her 12-year service, and it is only one person who threatens her.

Captain An Yang looked through the bridge window and looked at the port side of the Yangshan with a grim face.

As the core of the fleet, the Yangshan was closely protected by other warships, but at this time, the port side of the Yangshan was empty, and on the vast sea, the Paiyun air defense ship was sinking with billowing black smoke.

As an auxiliary ship that has served with the Yangshan since the birth of the fleet, the Paiyun and Yangshan have been sailing side by side for twelve years, but today he can no longer hold up a strong anti-aircraft shield for the Yangshan.

The captain of the Paiyun and An Yang were military school classmates, and after sending the last telegram determined to fight to the death, there was no more news, and An Yang watched as the Paiyun was shrouded in fire and smoke.

Immediately next to Paiyun was a floating wreckage and a large mass of burning oil slick. There used to be the Ruiwu frigate of Haiya City, and when the Paiyun was heavily damaged, the warship bravely rushed up to fill the void, but was hit by the enemy's blow to the ammunition depot, and after the earth-shattering explosion, the warship with a small tonnage directly turned into fragments, but sank one step ahead of the Paiyun.

The frigate on the left could no longer find an intact one, and the figure flying in the air swooped down on the Yangshan with impunity.

Several fighters flying at low altitude tried to stop them, but when the demon-like man made a move, the two planes involuntarily collided in the air, bursting into a ball of fire as red as blood.

An Yang clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

Although the exercise simulated the scenario of being attacked by the enemy's Heavenly Master, when this scene actually happened, it was unacceptably desperate and helpless.

Radar, infrared and all other modern scientific and technological means are ineffective against the Heavenly Master, the missile cannot be locked, and can only rely on all kinds of naval guns to manually aim and shoot, which can only stop him slightly, An Yang saw with his own eyes a 75 mm caliber naval gun hit the enemy at close range, and the other party didn't even bother to dodge. After the smoke of the explosion, the enemy was unscathed.

Paiyun fired a specially made missile, which exploded with incredible power, eight rounds fired together, and detonated together after reaching the predetermined airspace, enveloping the enemy Celestial Master in an astonishing fire.

An Yang applauded loudly and was very excited. However, the flames dissipated, and the enemy still stood in the air like a demon god, with a layer of light rippled on his body.

Enraged, the enemy rushed into the Paiyun's cabin and opened fire, which bought the Yangshan a few minutes, but it couldn't escape far from the sea for a few minutes.

The Yangshan can't escape, and the superiors have already sent an order to fight to the last man and a boat, and absolutely not to withdraw from the combat area!

The only thing that comforted An Yang was that his superiors told him that reinforcements were coming.

But even if there are reinforcements, how can they fight against the enemy's Celestial Master?

The battle was not long, but he suffered unprecedented heavy losses, and An Yang couldn't help but recall an incident when he was in military school.

Classmates and young people, pointing out the battlefield with good spirits, everyone discussed how to deal with the enemy's attack on the battlefield. The students had a lively discussion, and all kinds of self-righteous whimsical ideas emerged one after another.

At that time, their teacher, a veteran who had walked down from the battlefield, still had a terrifying scar on his face caused by bomb fragments, and just said coldly next to him: The only one who can fight against the enemy's Heavenly Master is the Heavenly Master on his own side.

An Yang once disagreed, commanding a steel fortress of more than 100,000 tons, surrounded by warship wings, flocks of iron eagles, and a forest of naval guns, and he could pour out the fire that destroyed the city while talking and laughing, how could such a power be the confrontation of the mortal body of the flesh.

At this moment, An Yang knew that he was wrong, very wrong, the Heavenly Master of Zhenguo was no longer a human being, but an existence like gods and demons.

Seeing that the enemy Heavenly Master had landed on the flight deck, an old man in civilian clothes in the bridge stood up and walked towards the exit, he was the martial arts master Xiang Dongming who accompanied the ship.

"Grandmaster Xiang, what do you want?" An Yang asked.

"The enemy has boarded the ship, and the next battle between our warriors is next, so you should leave quickly with your people. ”

"But the enemy is the Heavenly Master, you-"

Xiang Dongming smiled: "It is my life's long-cherished wish to be able to fight with the Heavenly Master, but I'm afraid I won't be able to delay it for too long, so you better hurry up and get on the lifeboat." ”

"The ship is here, I won't abandon the ship!"

"Then find a place to hide, and have people fill the ammunition depot with water, those bombs are now a threat to us, and it is not so easy for the Celestial Master to sink such a large ship without them, it will take some time. ”

"I see, I'll do it right away. ”

When Grand Master Xiang Dongming walked onto the flight deck, he saw a scene that made his eyes split.

The enemy's Celestial Master looked to be forty or fifty years old, with curly brown hair and gray-green eyes reminiscent of foxes.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry to burst into the cabin, smiling and pushing his palms on the deck, his mouth snapping out.

As far as the palm could reach, the dozens of tons of steel fighters parked on the deck slid like toys, crashing into the other, knocking the latter into the sea.

The enemy Celestial Master laughed, seemingly very satisfied with his billiard skills.

The wing of the plane that was used as a pool ball was broken, and the damage was not light, and the pilot inside opened the canopy and escaped.

The enemy Celestial Master clasped his middle finger and thumb together and was about to pop out, when he suddenly shouted: "Female pilot?

He changed his hand and pulled the female pilot who had just jumped onto the deck in front of him, as if there was an invisible rope.

With a slap of the flying helmet, the celestial master laughed and said, "Not bad, it's quite Peugeot." After speaking, he took the panicked female pilot into his arms.

Xiang Dongming was furious, he had never seen such a shameless martial artist, he really didn't know how he cultivated to the realm of a heavenly master, in the Tianqi Empire, even a first-level martial artist would not do such a shameless thing, he was simply a scum of martial arts.

"Your opponent is me!"

Xiang Dongming Grand Master shouted angrily, exhaled his palm, and the sharp fist wind struck the enemy far away.

"Oh, there's a great character. ”

The enemy Celestial Master turned half of his body and pushed the female pilot in his arms forward as a meat shield.

Xiang was shocked by the Grand Master, and hurriedly staggered his palms, and a strong wind swept past the female pilot's ears, shocking her bloodless.

At this moment, the enemy's Heavenly Master flicked his fingers, and a deep blood hole appeared in Xiang Dongming's chest.

"Yes, yes, I haven't fallen down after receiving a finger, try it a few more times." The enemy Celestial Master laughed wildly.