High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 88: Fighter jets as swords, blood and qi as the catalyst, sweeping across the heavens!

At an altitude of 1,500 meters, the night wind was raging.

The fighter jet was stripped of its heavy auxiliary fuel tanks and armor plates, reducing its overall weight to the minimum.

Han Feng leveled the nose of the "Grey Donkey" and scanned the area below through the windshield.

In the direction of the No. 3 core wheat field, the fire has spread out.

[Spiritual Vision] is fully activated, and colorful energy lines are rapidly constructed on the retina.

The five bright red, humanoid heat sources hovered above the fire, radiating the aura of second-tier martial artists.

The distance is 2,500 meters.

One of the most arrogant cultists rode on the back of a huge mutated pterosaur, and instead of increasing his altitude to avoid it, he hovered at low altitude.

Instead, he turned around, pulled out a large-caliber hand cannon from his robe, and fired several shots at the fighter jet in mid-air.

In their minds, this old-fashioned heavy support aircraft, which had not undergone fire control modifications, was extremely cumbersome and slow.

Extremely cumbersome and slow in the air, it is completely incapable of performing precise maneuvers and dogfights; it is simply a large, live target in the air.

Han Feng remained expressionless as he pushed the throttle valve all the way down with his right hand.

The gray donkey, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, swooped down at high speed, and the 30mm six-barreled cannon under its belly began to spin wildly.

The cultist noticed something was wrong and yanked hard on the leather reins.

The pterosaur-like monster flapped its wings violently, performing a sharp side flip in mid-air, attempting to use its high biological mobility to shake off the firing axis of the metal behemoth.

They had used this tactic many times to outmaneuver the city's defense forces' conventional fighter jets.

Han Feng gripped the control stick tightly with both hands, and the sword bone within his body, which had just reached 45% of its transformation progress, unleashed a powerful supporting force.

Blood and qi surged wildly through the nerve connections.

The mastery level of [Sword Control Technique] has completely taken over the physical limits of this machine.

The gray donkey forcefully swung its tail sideways in mid-air.

Meanwhile, the cannon muzzle on the nose of the aircraft remained firmly locked onto the flight path of the Wing Loong.

Han Feng pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three 30mm armor-piercing incendiary rounds were fired from the barrel.

The surface of the warhead was wrapped with high-frequency spiraling bluish-gray sword energy.

Thanks to the advance prediction of [Spiritual Vision], all possible escape routes for the pterosaur monster were completely blocked.

The first shell pierced the cultist's back, and the spiraling energy instantly exploded, blasting a bloody hole the size of a washbasin in his chest.

The second and third shots followed in quick succession, precisely penetrating the base of the pterosaur's wings.

The delayed explosion combined with high-frequency strangulation blasted the second-tier flying monster into a rain of blood in mid-air.

The remains of the man and the beast crashed straight into the sea of ​​fire below.

The remaining four cultists were completely panicked. They had thought this was a tough guy they could easily toy with, but they never expected that the accuracy and maneuverability of the opponent's firing would completely defy the laws of physics.

The four men, no longer able to throw Molotov cocktails, scattered and fled in four different directions.

Without any hesitation, Han Feng immediately targeted the closest object that was trying to escape the battlefield by staying close to the ground.

With the support of Qi and blood, the massive metal body completed a somersault with an extremely small radius.

The nose of the aircraft points vertically downwards, rapidly closing the distance.

Han Feng tapped his fingers repeatedly, and two more armor-piercing projectiles with a spiraling force were launched.

The cultist who was speeding along close to the ground was blown to pieces along with his beast, and the pieces of flesh rolled into the irrigation ditch next to him.

Inside the main control tower, Deputy Field Chief Zhou Ping, his face flushed with excitement, slammed his hand on the control panel, grabbed the communicator, and roared, "Field Chief Lei! The airspace threat is being cleared! That kid from the Sharp Sword Society single-handedly took down those flies in the sky!"

On the main battlefield on the west side of the farm, a 30-ton Black Bear armored suit is using hydraulic shears to crush the head of a raging giant bear.

Lei Zhen glanced at the rapidly disappearing enemy heat source on the tactical screen, a broad, gleeful laugh spreading across his face: "That kid's a real talent! Tell the ground firefighting team to move out and dig firebreaks! Leave the aerial work to him!"

The sky above the wheat field at this moment.

The last three cultists were completely thrown into disarray.

One of the men in black robes suddenly pulled a shriveled, blood-red Gu worm from his robes and crushed it to pieces.

A subtle mental fluctuation reverberated through the air, rapidly transmitting a message towards the distant mountains.

After transmitting the signal, the man rode his pterosaur beast and fled madly into the depths of the wilderness.

Han Feng didn't even glance at the messenger. He slammed the joystick down, and the gray donkey accelerated again, chasing after the other two.

The ensuing battle was a one-sided massacre. The old support aircraft displayed extremely strange flight behavior.

Large-angle sideslip, sudden stop in mid-air, and even short-distance inverted flight at maximum speed.

Each change of direction was accompanied by the extremely penetrating roar of the machine gun.

In just a few minutes.

The last two cultists were torn apart by high-explosive bombs amidst their desperate screams.

The threat of air raids over Golden Harvest Farm was completely cleared away by a maintenance support aircraft with its armor removed.

At the same time, in a deep mountain valley 15 kilometers away from the farm.

On the makeshift altar built of rubble, there was a huge bronze basin filled with foul-smelling blood.

Five clumps of dark red blood, representing the life force of believers, were originally floating in the basin.

Within just a few minutes, the five clumps of blood dried up one after another, turning into clumps of black ash.

The old man in black robes stared at the bottom of the basin, slamming his white bone scepter heavily onto the rock, creating a large crack.

Unable to take Ximen by force, this tactic of diverting the enemy's attention to buy time was actually wiped out by a single broken-down enemy plane within minutes!

The old man's facial muscles twitched violently, and his cloudy eyes revealed an undisguised ferocity and murderous intent.

He turned around abruptly and looked at the wilderness behind him, ripped apart by the beams of searchlight.

On the ground surrounding the farm, lay the corpses of tens of thousands of low-level demonic beasts, all cannon fodder shredded by heavy armor and close-in weaponry.

The old man bit his finger, flicked a drop of thick, black blood into the copper basin, and formed a strange hand seal.

"Since Lei Zhen is guarding this so firmly, then let's muddy the waters completely!"

The old man's blood energy suddenly erupted. An invisible, distorted wave spread rapidly along the earth's veins towards the farm.

The remaining essence and resentment in the tens of thousands of demonic beast corpses on the battlefield began to boil and evaporate under the pull of this fluctuation.

A thick, dark red blood mist rose from the ground and spread toward the living area of ​​Golden Harvest Farm at a visible speed.

This blood mist, fueled by the resentment of tens of thousands of living beings, can not only completely block vision, but also fatally interfere with the most advanced radar and thermal imaging scans.

The old man gave a stern order: "Blood Four!"

A burly man covered in a hardened, purplish-black carapace leaped out of a nearby pit and knelt on one knee.

"Take that swarm of insects from underground with you."

The old man pointed in the direction of the farm owner's castle, "Once the blood mist covers the gate, rush in directly from underground."

"Never mind whether they live or die, just draw all the attention of everyone in the main building!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Blood Four stood up, his armor making a screeching sound, and then he disappeared into the soil.

The old man turned his head and looked into a patch of shadow at the very edge of the altar.

"spike."

From the shadows where there was no sign of life, a tall, slender figure slowly emerged.

He wore a specially made optical camouflage robe, making it impossible to see his face.

The old man tossed over a black jade talisman covered in runes.

"Take this; it will guide you to the location of the leyline nodes."

The old man stared at the long nail: "With the outer blood mist providing cover, and Blood Four risking his life on the front, you only have one task."

Infiltrate the living quarters and bring out the [fetus] intact!

The long nail caught the jade talisman without giving any response.

His robes rippled like water, and he became completely assimilated into his surroundings, stealthily moving towards the Golden Harvest Farm shrouded in blood mist.