The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 442
The fighter plane in the sky was unmanned and fell down.

Mo Huasong put the phone in his arms, chanting spells while gesturing with both hands.

"Snow seals yin and yang." After Mo Huasong struck out with both hands, a ball of snow light immediately appeared in front of him.

"Huh." Immediately, the front was frozen to tens of degrees below zero, and the fighter jet that was still falling just now was frozen, unable to move in the air.

Don't talk about fire now, even if all the machines in the fighter are frozen and turned off.

The other five fighter jets received an urgent order from their superiors: "Hurry up and destroy that broken fighter jet, it cannot be left intact."

If they had known this was the case, they would have let the escaped pilot detonate the fighter first.

If the fighter is taken away by Mo Batian, it will be a great loss to the country.

Even if it is the country of La, they will not let them go.

"Yes, sir." Several pilots nodded and immediately shifted their targets, ready to shoot at the fighter.

But how could Mo Huasong let them succeed?

Mo Huasong's figure changed, and in an instant, he appeared next to the frozen fighter jet.

"Take it away." With a move of Mo Huasong's right hand, the space ring took away the fighter jet.

"Kill, kill Mo Batian, no matter what the cost." The adult screamed angrily. "If you can't kill Mo Huasong, you don't have to come back."

He hates it very much, but it's a pity that their country doesn't have nuclear bombs like the La country, otherwise Mo Huasong would be wiped out directly.

Of course, once the thing is shot, the consequences are also considered.

It may be to destroy a city directly, which is simply unbearable.If anyone gives the order to beat that, it will be against humanitarianism and will be court-martialed.

"Yes, sir." The pilots heard such an order from above and knew that they had only one chance to survive, and that was to kill Mo Huasong.

The Black Six fighter jets are their secret, so they have no support in the air, and even Laguo will not let them go.

"Swish, swish." These fighter jets approached Mo Huasong.

Now they don't care about it at all and surround Mo Huasong directly.

"Are you coming over?" Mo Huasong looked at the other party approaching him, disapproving in his heart.

He didn't know that the other party was determined to die, and thought that the other party was going to attack him.

Just as Mo Huasong held up his little white sword and was about to strike, the pilots shouted at the same time: "Three, two one, launch."

At the same time, the five fighter jets fired at Mo Huasong. As long as Mo Huasong was hit, they would escape quickly.

If Mo Huasong hadn't been hit, they would have rushed straight up.

Hope is good, reality is cruel.

When they just launched the missiles, they found that Mo Huasong had drifted to other places, and all the missiles fell through.

"We can only sacrifice." The pilots screamed in their hearts, and then drove their fighter jets towards Mo Huasong.

Now they are approaching Mo Huasong in the form of an echelon. No matter where Mo Huasong flies, they will be within the explosion range of their missiles.

"Three, two, one, explode." When those fighter jets flew to Mo Huasong's side, the pilot pressed the self-explosion button at the same time.

As soon as the fighter jet exploded, the missiles they carried also exploded.

This is the strength of the Black Six fighter jets. Generally, a fighter jet only carries a dozen or so missiles, but the Black Six fighter jets can carry twenty missiles.

The Black Six fighter jet was not developed by the black country, but by the powerful La country.

"Boom boom boom boom."

The fighter jets continued to explode around Mo Huasong, and the missiles also exploded in the air.

Just now the missile exploded on the ground and could not hurt Mo Huasong, but it is different now.

So many missiles, directly from the air to the ground, exploded in succession, bursts of explosion energy erupted, covering dozens of miles of air and ground.

Don't talk about Mo Huasong now, even a small stone in it will be blown into ashes, and it doesn't exist at all.

"Is Master Batian dead?" Er Longtou looked at the big screen above and exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh, this is a little troublesome." Sanlong shook his head, not wanting to say anything inauspicious.

But in a situation like this, there is really no possibility of survival.

Hong Yaxuan's eyes turned red and she lowered her head. "It's all my fault. I killed him."

Wu Xichang said angrily: "Those people from the black country are also hateful. Seeing that the black six fighter jets were taken away by Master Batian, they would rather sacrifice the other five black six fighter jets to kill Master Batian, and do not want him to return to the country."

Wu Xichang said: "Actually, Master Batian made a lot of money in the Black Country this time. We received the news from the bank that Master Batian directly made ten trillion yuan in the Black Country. For money, They earned it."

Hong Yaxuan stood up suddenly and glared at Wu Xichang: "Can money buy back human life? You know how powerful Mo Huasong is, even if it is 1000 trillion, it is not worth him alone."

After hearing what Hong Yaxuan said, everyone fell silent.

(End of this chapter)