1688: C1688 Phantom Sword Skill

C1688 Phantom Sword Skill

The First Prince, Tang Ruifeng, was sent flying backwards like a bloody scarecrow.

And on Mo Long's neck, not a single wound could be seen.

"Weak human, are you scratching me?" Mo Long looked at First Prince Tang Rui Feng and said with a cold smile.

The Demon Dragon's entire body was covered in dragon scales.

These dragon scales were incomparably tough. It was impossible for the First Prince, Tang Ruifeng, to hurt it at all.

On the main street, all of the cultivators felt extreme despair, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Even the First Prince Tang Ruifeng, with the Crimson Fire Saber in his hand, was unable to do anything to the Demon Dragon.

Who among those present was the opponent of Mo Long?

The atmosphere suddenly became very solemn.

Even the person he admired, the First Prince, Tang Ruifeng, was unable to do anything to Mo Long.

He no longer had the courage to fight with Mo Long!

Taking a deep breath, Tang Tai Long took out a sword from his storage ring.

"Phantom Sword!" Tang Tai Long used the Phantom Sword that he had spent all his life to cultivate and rushed towards Mo Long.

While speaking, Tang Tai Long held his Phantom Sword, which transformed into 1000 shadows, at the same time waving his Phantom Sword and thrusting towards Mo Long.

Of these 1000 shadows, only one was Tang Tai Long's real body.

The remaining 999 shadows were all Tang Tai Long's fake body.

Even though the remaining 999 shadows were all fake.

However, they could inflict substantial damage to the target.

This was the most terrifying aspect of the Phantom Sword Technique.

Seeing the scene before them, everyone was flabbergasted.

The number one expert of the Dragon Continent, Tang Tai Long, had finally used his strongest move.

If Tang Tai Long's strongest move, the Phantom Sword, was still unable to cause any substantial damage to the Demon Dragon.

In that case, Long Wu Hai would be in danger.

The only hope left was for an expert to descend from the sky and use another extraordinary formation to suppress the Demon Dragon.

However, the possibility of this happening was extremely slim.

"Overlord, you are the person I admire the most in my life. You must defeat Mo Long!" Heng Qian Mo prayed in his heart.

The others also hoped that Tang Tai Long would defeat Mo Long.

Lin Fei gently laughed, "Tang Tai Long is not a match for Mo Long. He cannot cause the slightest bit of harm to Mo Long."

At first, the scene was completely silent.

As Lin Fei spoke, everyone heard him.

Thus, they all turned to look at Lin Fei.0

When they felt that Lin Fei was only a cultivator at the eighth level of the Dao Realm, they couldn't help but mock him.

"A trash of the eighth level of the Dao Realm dares to draw such a conclusion. It's impossible for the number one expert of our Soaring Dragon Continent to do any damage to the Demon Dragon. It's extremely laughable."

"Brat, you better step back and shut up. It's not your turn to speak here, do you understand?"

"Hur hur, if you can do it then you should go up! What else can you do other than blindly compete? "

"..."

In front of Lin Fei, they had a strong sense of superiority.

None of them took Lin Fei seriously.

This was all because their cultivation level was higher than Lin Fei's.

Within the crowd, a hint of disgust flashed across Heng Bingmo's eyes.

His face was so dark that it looked like water was about to drip from it.

"Brat, I can fight one hundred trash like you and ten thousand kings. Do you believe me?" Hengqian Mo glared at Lin Fei and roared fiercely.

"I don't believe you." Lin Fei spat out these two words from his mouth.

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