"'Solo Flying Device'? hahaha......"

Mo Xie clutched his stomach and couldn't straighten his waist. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's ridiculous.

It's not that Zao Wou-Ki's tone full of 'decent character style' is ridiculous, it's the content of his words.

"'Scientist'?'Realm, Outside, Potential, Force' (, even the word is harmonized with ??!!)?It seems that the people who are chasing me this time are all outcasts with inexplicable information......

Within six hours, only fighter planes appeared within Mo Ye's perception range, and for Mo Ye, even the most advanced fighter in the world could not pose a great threat to him as a cultivator under the premise of being prepared.

Mo Xie laughed angrily, he suddenly felt that this heavily armed enemy was very pitiful, and at the same time he was very curious about what made these outcasts become outcasts, and chased him for six hours just to give away people's heads.

But he didn't ask any questions, and he didn't think anything more.

He only knew that these people were coming for him, and he could not let anyone who came for him leave empty-handed.

"Huolin—"

The broken sword was raised slightly, and the broken blade was like a solid flame, surging out of thin air, condensing the missing part of the sword.

I don't know if the roar of the beast came from the mountains and forests below or from the boundless clear sky.

There was red light gushing out from Mo Ye's side, like a ribbon, like a halo, like smoke, like fog.

"Eclipse of the Sun!"

There is no excessive accumulation, as if it is just a salute to the heavens and the earth and rivers when practicing swords, without the slightest smell of fireworks.

The sword came out, and Mo Ye's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a cloud of red mist that was still scattered radially where he had stopped.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Before the soldiers could react, a huge Qilin Phantom had already appeared in their queue, destroying no less than ten fighters in a single look, and then the Qilin Phantom quickly rampage through the still hovering fighter queue.

It seems that the end of the year has come early, and all kinds of fires in the sky are coming one after another, and the sound of explosions is endless.

"This ......!"

The Qilin Phantom roared in the air, venting his anger, and the real coercion smashed into the hearts of everyone present, and the slightly weaker-willed warriors actually began to tremble, and for a while, no less than three or five fighters collided with friendly troops, adding to Mo Xie's offensive.

The Qilin Phantom disappeared after ten breaths, and in these ten breaths, almost half of the fighters who were chasing and intercepting Mo Ye all the way had crashed.

"Fire! Fire!"

The air command plane was the end object of the fighters' protection, even if the speed of Mo Ye's blow was so fast that none of the pilots could react, but due to the formation that had already been placed, the decapitation tactic of smashing the Yellow Dragon still had no chance of being successfully implemented.

Without a single blow, the frightened commander began to give orders quickly, and in an instant, the fighters in the sky crossed the sea according to their respective formations.

There are those who launch missiles, there are those who desperately 'da-da-da', and there are even those who drop bombs -- I really don't know what these people think, but it's better to just drop a bomb to fill up the number than to do nothing and look embarrassing.

There is no way to take the bullet Mo Ye, and so is the bomb, as long as Mo Ye doesn't think about hitting the muzzle of the gun, these moves are basically going to fail, only the missile is slightly trickier.

The missiles of these years are all accompanied by tracking, and if the missiles do not come with the tracking function when they leave the factory, they will simply not be able to take them!

The speed of the missile is much faster than the speed of the fighter, and this place is surrounded by the fighter, the missile is flying from all directions, and the only dodge route that Mo Xie can choose is down or up.

Mo Xie chose to go down, because the downward can be accelerated by gravity, and at the same time, he took out the Gatling and shot in all directions.

"Boom, boom......!"

To be honest, in this case, a blind man can hit seventeen or eighteen missiles with a machine gun, not that self-destructing his eyes is a way to improve his shooting skills, but because the missiles at this time are too dense, this momentum is no longer trying to kill Mo Ye with missiles, this is simply trying to use these iron bumps to smash Mo Ye to death, and by the way, to wash the underground mountains into flat ground.

The military of the Heavenly Dynasty is really well-known for its wealth and wealth, even such an abandoned son has such a family background.

However, Mo Xie is not a poor person.

"Angel Wings, activate!"

As early as last night, when he returned to Pumice Town, Mo Xie made a deal with the Holy Text, and the previous 'Angel Wings' had run out of energy in several rushes, but because the floating price of the Holy Scripture was too scary, Mo Xie never recharged it (in fact, Mo Xie was cheated when he exchanged this 'Angel Wings', and the Holy Book didn't 'fill it up' at all...... A profiteer is a profiteer, but the moment Mo Xie returned to Pumice Town, the price of the option of 'charging the angel's wings' suddenly plummeted like a dive - directly from 50,000 to 50......

In line with the idea of 'having a cheap advantage and not taking advantage of the bastard', Mo Xie decisively filled up the oil at that time, and this prop finally played its value at this time.

A pair of army-green wings spread out from Mo Ye's back, and three pillars of hot light erupted from under the wings, and in an instant, Mo Ye's speed was so fast that it left an afterimage in the air.

In the face of this speed, Mo Ye took a deep breath, and a silver light flashed in his eyes.

The mental power has been pushed to the limit!

Everything around him seemed to slow down.

The speed of the missiles in the near distance slowed down, as slow as the speed of an ordinary person's jogging, the speed of the fighter plane's cruise in the distance slowed down, almost frozen, and Mo Ye's own movements also slowed down, and his speed when he opened his 'angel wings' was no more than an ordinary person's 100-meter sprint.

Mo Ye used the speed of the '100-meter sprint' to bypass the 'jogging' missile, and then plunged into the group of fighters again.

"Click!"

It's the crunch of the joints.

"Boom!"

It was the roar of the explosion.

"Whew!"

The flow of time returned to normal, the wind began to howl, the fighters roared against the wind, the missiles exploded, they were inspired by the double inspiration of inertia and the earth, and turned into smoke and fire.

Mo Ye stood in the middle of the group, half-squatting, holding a sword in one hand and pressing his ankle in the other.

After overloading acceleration and rapid braking at such a short distance, Mo Ye's left foot was injured, and the 'angel wings' on his back were put into the bracelet for the first time to avoid the distortion and deformation of the mechanical parts.

It was his worst moments after a night of chase, but none of the planes dared to fire at him, even though they had received the order to fire.

Because he was stepping on the air command plane under his feet, and half of the sword in his hand had pierced into the fuselage, and the red sword body and the equally red arm holding it had red glows on it, as if it could crush this huge command plane to pieces at any time.