None of them saw what the light that flew out was.
Some people don't even believe their eyes and think they are dazzled.
But the missile is gone, but it is real.
At the Asian Martial Arts Conference, Luo Wenyi and the Li family launched ten missiles in a row, but they were all split open by Yang Yifei's sword. They were no more than fireworks.
Now a mere missile is trying to deal with him.
wishful thinking.
"Hmph, how can a person shoot a missile? He must have seen it wrong."
"That's right, we are a civilian airliner. Where did the missile hit us? The ground must have seen it wrong."
After a brief calm, the atmosphere in the cabin became lively.
People in the economy class didn't know anything. They were all suspicious and making random guesses.
People in the first class cabin all thought it was a mistake on the ground.
"We are currently at an altitude of 1 meter, and the only thing that can fly here is cruise missiles. Whose cruise missiles are going to hit us?"
"That's right. This is a passenger plane, not a fighter jet."
"Huh, let me just say, if it were a real missile, we would have died long ago. How could we still be sitting here talking?"
"Some people say that he shot down the missile."
These people were talking and laughing.
With their simple minds, they have no idea how powerful there are in this world.
So-called missiles are nothing more than mosquitoes in front of such people.
Yang Yifei sat back down and ignored these people.
"Boy, if you dare to hit me, you will die."
The middle-aged man who was beaten away by Yang Yifei stood up and said viciously: "No one can live well after provoking me, Ma Yixiang."
"It's Ma Yixiang. He is a well-known entrepreneur in Britain. He was awarded an honorary medal by the Queen not long ago. This is rare among Chinese people."
"This is nothing. I heard that he himself is a high-ranking member of the Chinese gang in Britain, and no one dares to interfere with murders and arson."
"This kid is going to be in trouble."
"Hmph, I hit the iron plate with my pretense, I deserve it."
Many passengers showed gloating smiles.
These people are happier than anything else when they see others being unlucky.
Especially when Yang Yifei was approached by a long-legged beauty, they were even more dissatisfied.
Yang Yifei glanced at Ma Yixiang lightly: "Really?"
"Hmph, don't think you can fight. Believe it or not, I can get hundreds of brothers to hack you to death with just one word."
Ma Yixiang shouted.
Yang Yifei smiled contemptuously and didn't bother to answer.
Only punks say this kind of thing.
Ma Yixiang thought that his words scared Yang Yifei, and said: "As long as you kowtow to me and admit your mistake, I will let you go and make you rich, how about that?"
Yang Yifei said calmly: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will throw you away."
Ma Yixiang was stunned. He didn't expect Yang Yifei to be so disrespectful. He immediately said angrily: "Okay, boy, just wait. When we get off the plane, we'll see how you die."
His eyes were full of resentment, and he was thinking about how to deal with Yang Yifei when he got there.
"He is very powerful, you shouldn't talk to him like this."
The long-legged beauty whispered.
Her tone was full of complaints.
Yang Yifei closed his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention.
The long-legged beauty was furious and said: "I don't know how high the world is. I don't even know who can offend and who can't be offended. I will suffer a big loss."
Yang Yifei said disdainfully: "There is no one in the world that I can't afford to offend."
He didn't lower his voice deliberately, and everyone nearby heard it.
Everyone immediately burst into laughter.
"Some people think that if they have some connections in China, they can run wild everywhere."
"Humph, you look like a country bumpkin at first glance. Foreign countries are not a place where they can mess around."
"It's better to learn a lesson early so that you don't die outside and no one knows about it."
All kinds of ridicule continued.
The long-legged beauty shook her head and sighed.
She was also disappointed with Yang Yifei.
…
On an unknown island.
After launching the missile, the Black Blood mercenaries were excitedly waiting for the results.
"Hmph, even if you are in the divine realm, you will definitely die if you are hit by a missile."
"We have decided on the reward for the Dracula family."
"What kind of judge, what kind of wings of rose, how can they be qualified to compare with our black blood."
"Those killer organizations are even more ridiculous. They actually want to assassinate a god. They are simply desperate."
The black-blooded people said one after another.
The Dracula family issued a reward, and the entire dark world was moved by the news, and the major killer organizations were jumping up and down.
Some killer organizations with divine killers are colluding with each other, hoping to take down Yang Yifei with the advantage of their numbers, and then divide the spoils.
In this day and age, personal combat power cannot compare to hot weapons.
No matter how strong a person is, a missile can kill him to pieces.
Moreover, Yang Yifei was on the plane and had no place to run if he wanted to.
Although the gods can fly, their flying speed cannot match that of missiles.
A proud smile appeared on Ogon's lips.
The reason why he named the mercenary Black Blood is because he is a member of the Monroe family, one of the thirteen clans of the Blood Clan.
It's just that his bloodline is too shallow and he is not qualified to become an official member of the Monroe family, and can only become a lowly slave.
If this goes on for a long time, the only result is to train in the Monroe family's private training camp and serve the family until death.
Fortunately, Ogern was extremely talented and broke through to Demigod early. He also accumulated enough resources through dangerous missions and was successfully promoted to the realm of God.
Even so, the Monroe family didn't pay much attention to him and just released him as the leader of a mercenary army.
Ogorn was filled with resentment.
He made up his mind to seize this opportunity, enter the blood pool of the Dracula family, completely change his bloodline, and make himself a truly noble vampire.
Then take revenge on the Monroe family.
"It's almost time. When the missile explodes, my wish will come true."
Ogern thought secretly.
At this time, the mercenary responsible for monitoring the missile flight suddenly screamed:
"The missile is gone!"
The smile on O'Gern's lips suddenly stopped.
"What?"
Everyone was shocked.
"Did you read that wrong? How could the missile be gone?"
"Is the plane gone?"
One of the mercenaries laughed.
"No, the missile is gone."
The mercenary broke out in a cold sweat: "It disappeared as it flew. The plane is still fine."
"impossible."
Ogern pushed away his men and lay down on the surveillance screen. He saw that the target red dot was still flying, but the missile they launched had disappeared.
"How could it be gone?"
All the mercenaries were panicked.
"He can actually kill missiles with his sword."
O'Gern was in a daze and couldn't believe it.
When the news came that Yang Yifei had cut off a missile with his sword, they all thought it was an exaggeration and a deliberate bragging. No one could cut off a missile.
Only now do I understand that everything is true.
They just have limited knowledge.
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