991: C991 The Bamboo Sword Broke the Scales

C991 The Bamboo Sword Broke the Scales

Normally, Zhao Feng wouldn't be able to dodge the strike of the dragon soul. However, there were still abnormal situations.

He struck out with his sword. It wasn't aimed at the dragon soul, but at the empty space outside.

Borrowing the explosive power of the blade, he charged forward with his body.

Although he was not hit by the dragon soul, Zhao Feng did not feel good either. The power of the dragon soul was too strong. Just the ripples caused by it at a close distance was enough to injure him.

Although he looked fine on the outside, In fact, there are different degrees of damage to the internal organs.

At this moment, the dragon head launched another attack.

His enormous body seemed to contain infinite power. Before his body arrived, the strong wind caused by the attack blew away a large amount of fog, causing his surroundings to return to normal for a short period of time.

Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes and felt the strong wind blowing on his face. A light flashed in his eyes. It was now.

If he wanted to get out, it would be impossible for him not to get rid of the dragon soul. However, the dragon head was so huge. Under normal circumstances, his bamboo sword's attack would not be able to pierce through this thing.

Even if it could be hurt, it would only be a layer of skin.

But it was different now. The dragon head directly pressed down, exposing its entire weakness in front of him.

Perhaps it thought that this little ant wouldn't be able to hurt him! Or perhaps it was because it didn't have intelligence and didn't understand these principles at all.

No matter what, Zhao Feng now had a chance to defeat the enemy.

Compared to the dragon soul, his chances of winning were too low. If he wanted to win this battle, he could only use such a risky method.

"Dodge!"

Gu Ya who was watching from the side was anxious. She wished she could fly to Zhao Feng immediately and push him away.

They had already seen how strong the dragon soul was. Under such circumstances, if Zhao Feng was hit, wouldn't he be turned into a pile of meat paste?

Did Zhao Feng know the power of the dragon soul? Of course, he knew that he was the one who was closest to the attack. Of course, he knew how powerful that attack was.

However, under such circumstances, he could not dodge it. He could only block it. Of course, if he dodged it directly, he might be able to dodge it.

What happened after that? Under such circumstances, could he dodge the first attack and the second attack? Could he keep dodging?

There would always be times when he would be hit. The only way was for Bo Na to have a slight chance of survival.

Looking at the dragon head that fell from the sky, the bamboo sword in Zhao Feng's hand was surrounded by green wind threads. A dragon had a reverse scale. Anyone who touched it would die.

The reverse scale was the tip of Zhao Feng's sword.

Perhaps it had lost its intelligence, or perhaps it had never suffered such a loss after its death. The dragon soul did not know what a weakness was, but the reverse scale was displayed in front of Zhao Feng just like that.

The tip of the bamboo sword was wrapped with green wind threads. In everyone's eyes, it collided with the enormous dragon soul.

A strong pressure came from the tip of the sword. The bamboo sword was bent all of a sudden, even if it was only left with its soul, even if Zhao Feng was attacking its weakness.

The result was the same. True dragons were true dragons. There were too many things that exceeded Zhao Feng's knowledge.

The scene in front of him seemed to have slowed down all of a sudden. Zhao Feng looked at the huge dragon body in front of him and slowly pressed down.

In front of him, it seemed to be in the fog of the dragon's death. In the mortal world, Wei Ying was sitting at the door of the house, washing her face with tears all day long.

Time passed by in a flash. In the blink of an eye, Cang Yan's white hair was gone. The past glory was no longer there. In the end, it turned into a pile of bones.

"No, no, no, this cannot happen. This is not what I want."1

"No! Hold on, hold on, the sword keeps coming. How can I die here?"

A vigorous force emerged from Zhao Feng's body. The bent bamboo sword slowly straightened.

"How, how is this possible? I am not under an illusion, am I? Right, I must have fallen into an illusion."

The scene in front of her was almost beyond Hu Ling's expectations. No matter what, she was the strongest person here. She could understand the power of the dragon soul very well.

However, it was only at the Foundation Establishment realm. Moreover, Zhao Feng, who did not have any medicinal Zhao Fengs, was actually in a deadlock with the dragon soul in a frontal confrontation. This was something she could not do even at her peak!

"Break!"

A word came out of Zhao Feng's mouth. It was originally an ordinary bamboo sword, but it actually broke the defense of the dragon soul.

"Roar!"

A loud sound was heard from the dragon's mouth. The entire Fallen Dragon Land could hear the roar of the dragon soul.

Let's not talk about what had happened outside for now. In front of Zhao Feng, the True Dragon whose reverse scale had been pierced through swayed left and right, and its expression suddenly returned to normal.

"Have you comprehended the sword intent? No wonder. A Foundation Establishment body can defeat my soul. Ai!"

Zhao Feng was stunned. What was going on? This sword strike did not kill the dragon soul. He was already prepared to die. He did not expect that this sword strike would actually stimulate the dragon to regain its consciousness.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. What I did before was not my intention. It's just that there are some other reasons."

The dragon slowly spoke.

Zhao Feng let out a sigh of relief. Was that so? This was the best.

Although the sword strike just now was mysterious and did not consume Vital Spirits or divine sense, it was very difficult for him to use a second sword strike. The reason for this was, of course, the injuries on his body.

He had forcefully withstood the True Dragon's attack. Although he had broken through the True Dragon's soul body, the shock he had received wasn't small either.

"Let me ask you, what's the situation in the outside world like? How many clansmen of my True Dragon Clan are still alive? So what if nothing?"

This is a True Dragon that has been dead for who knows how many years. He doesn't even know what's going on outside.

Zhao Feng answered honestly, "Senior, it seems that the True Dragon Clan outside has been destroyed. The last true dragon seemed to have left its inheritance on the sacred mountain of the human race. As for the situation outside, I wonder what you want to know?"

"Destroyed? Hehe, destroyed. As expected, the heavens cannot tolerate our race. Even if there are few people, it is impossible for us to stay alive."

A drop of tears fell from the enormous dragon eye all of a sudden.

Bai Hui who saw this scene from the side said in a daze, "Will the soul shed tears too?"

It was not that she was short-sighted. It was just that ghosts were invisible to begin with, and in her mind no ghosts had ever shed tears.

Guya, who was at the side, quietly tugged at the white flower. "Stop talking."

She was able to guess the exact reason for this place. According to legend, if a ghost's strength was strong enough, it would be able to reverse Yin and Yang and turn death into a living thing.

Of course, that was the realm of legends. If a ghost could do that, it would probably be able to ascend and become an immortal.

Although the giant dragon's strength hadn't reached that level, it wasn't too bad either. It was very normal to be able to cry.

"What's the situation outside? Is there any way the human race can deal with it?"

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