Only they understand the United States so well.

"Black Hawk? Baka! How dare they be on our territory?"

At this point, the general suddenly shut his mouth and said nothing.

Gu Yan looked at the five black birds flying towards him and immediately took out the Flame Dragon Sword.

He hid just now mainly to test the power and because he couldn't run away in time. He was prepared for this, but he still got blown up?

In an instant, it transformed into a golden light and flew into the sky.

"Oh, this Chinese guy can fly?" a blond man exclaimed in American English.

"So what if you can fly? You'll still die, John. Learn from this," said a middle-aged man, who seemed to be the squad leader.

Just as Gu Yan was about to approach, countless bullets were suddenly fired.

Gu Yan's pupils contracted, and he quickly dodged. He felt that the power of these bullets was almost comparable to that of small missiles.

His divine sense swept over the blond man inside and he instantly understood.

The United States is doing evil.

"Thunder Palm, Fire Spirit Palm." Gu Yan stood on his flying sword and unleashed two palm prints.

The moment they were hit, one fighter jet turned into a fireball, and the other turned into a pile of scrap metal and fell to the ground.

"Split up and attack from a distance!" the middle-aged squad leader hurriedly gave the order, moving away from Gu Yan himself.

Gu Yan watched as the small missiles flew past him, their paths perfectly evaded under the detection of his divine sense.

"Captain, this isn't working, we can't hit it at all," a young driver said.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he turned into a fireball with a loud bang.

With another ripping sound, a giant lump of scrap metal fell down.

"Oh God, this is the devil." The captain panicked and hurriedly piloted the Black Hawk away from the area, his initial composure gone.

Gu Yan threw the Flame Dragon Sword directly, and it stuck into the fuselage with a bang.

It exploded in mid-air.