The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 441 You Devil

In China, it can be said that some people are happy and some are sad.

Of course, these news are all secrets, and only some big families or high-level people in Huaxia Kingdom know.

Mo Huasong caused such a big incident in the black country, and now he is fighting with the black six fighters. I don't know what the situation is?
Mo Huasong watched the battle approaching him, sneered and took out the little white sword.

"The target has been locked, ready to launch." The pilot on the fighter plane spoke calmly.

"You are free to shoot, as long as you kill the target, you don't need to give instructions." A voice sounded on the radio.

"Yes." The pilot pressed the launch button immediately after targeting Mo Huasong with the radar.

Mo Huasong saw a flash in front of him, and his figure floated to the right.

Although the fighter jets shoot at close range, the missiles will soon reach Mo Huasong's side, but Mo Huasong is easy to dodge in the air.

After all, the missile explodes only when it hits the ground. As long as Mo Huasong is at high altitude, the explosion on the ground will not hurt him.

"Boom." The missile landed on the ground and made a terrible noise, and the ground around it was completely destroyed.

But Mo Huasong was always in the air and was not affected.

Other missiles were also fired at Mo Huasong, causing him to keep floating in the air.

"He, is he still human?" the pilots exclaimed in surprise.

They fired missiles at Mo Huasong like this, but they couldn't hit each other, which is really shocking.

"You are too far away from him. If you pass at close range, even if you miss him, you can kill him." The supervisor who has been monitoring issued an order.

Their Black Six fighter jets are the pride of the Black Country in the sky, but now they can't even handle Mo Batian, which really embarrasses them.

"Yes, sir." The pilots nodded and immediately started flying towards Mo Huasong.

Their speed was very fast, one fighter after another rushed forward, and soon rushed to Mo Huasong's side.

When Mo Huasong saw them coming, he sneered and said, "I just wanted to show you how good I am?"

"Ring ring ring." Mo Huasong's cell phone rang.

Mo Huasong lost his mind, and the fighter in front rushed towards him.

"Back." Mo Huasong's body swayed, and he floated tens of meters away, and the missile hit the place where he was floating just now.

If he was any slower, he would have been hit.

You must know that when a fighter jet collides at that speed, the consequences are not simple.

"Hong Yaxuan, why are you calling at this time? You stupid woman." Mo Huasong scolded angrily.

If he hadn't been a little stronger, he would have been hit by a fighter jet.

"I'll make a video with you, you hold the phone in one hand, okay?" Hong Yaxuan asked weakly.

She also knew that it was very immoral for her to do so.But she had to tell Mo Huasong again.

She knew that Mo Huasong had always hated her, so she would definitely not agree to her request.

You must know that it is very difficult for Mo Huasong to take pictures of the black six fighter jets while fighting.

Especially if Mo Huasong was not paying attention, he would be killed by fighter jets.

Anyway, she told Mo Huasong that she was rejected, so she wouldn't blame her.

But when Mo Huasong heard what Hong Yaxuan said, he nodded and said, "That's fine, but you have to return the jade to me."

"I, I promise you."

"Okay, how can I do it?" Mo Huasong asked.

"You can just hold the phone, and you can see what's going on around you. But you have to hold the phone, and you can't put it in your pocket." Hong Yaxuan said.

Mo Huasong exclaimed in surprise: "What? Hong Yaxuan, what the hell are you doing?"

"Generally speaking, mobile phones may be like this. Don't I want to ask for your opinion now?" Hong Yaxuan replied.

Mo Huasong floated to the right to avoid the attack of the fighter jets, and then pointed the phone camera at the fighter jets.

"By the way, Mo Huasong is like this, thank you for your hard work. If you are in danger, remember to throw away your phone—" Hong Yaxuan paused, and when she was about to say "you must pay attention to safety", she found that Mo Huasong had hung up phone.

"Whoosh." Another fighter rushed towards Mo Huasong, and at the same time fired a machine gun.

"Da da da." The bullets shot towards Mo Huasong as if they didn't want money.

But Mo Huasong was not worried at all, instead he let the bullets hit his body.

It's getting closer, a plane is approaching.

"Go to hell." Mo Huasong yelled, and swung the little white sword in his hand forward.

"Boom."

Although the fighter plane was flying very fast, its tail was still cut by the little white sword.

"Not good, there is something wrong with the rear of my fighter jet, please ask for instructions from above." The pilot shouted anxiously.

It was an instruction, but it was actually waiting for the superior to let him abandon the plane and escape.

Like the tail of a fighter jet being chopped off at high altitude, it is impossible to fly again, let alone land safely.

"You escape." The boss's voice came from the headset.

"Thank you, sir." The pilot happily pressed the escape button.

The hatch of the fighter jet opened immediately, and then the pilot was ejected. While in the air, he opened his parachute and slowly fell down.

Mo Huasong sneered, "You think you can escape like this? What a joke."

After finishing speaking, the little white sword in Mo Huasong's hand shot towards the front.

"Ah." The pilot who landed screamed, a big hole had been pierced by Xiao Baijian in his chest.

He is floating in the air, of course he is the best target.

"Help, I'm going to die." The pilot screamed.

At such a high altitude, those strong winds kept rushing into the terrible blood hole in his chest, making his blood flow faster.

Moreover, the damage to internal organs was even more terrifying. He felt that the torture he had suffered was terrible, and he would rather die now.

At this time, the pilot knew that Mo Huasong did it on purpose.

He didn't want to die so quickly, but to torture him slowly to death.

Don't talk about anything else, it's just that he's floating below, bleeding out, not to mention the wounds on his body.

The blood hole in his chest allowed him to see the internal organs inside. The pain was beyond description.

"Mo Huasong, you devil." The pilot cursed weakly.

(End of this chapter)