1689: C1689 How Do You Want to Die

C1689 How Do You Want to Die

In that instant, it was unknown how many people widened their eyes and mouths.

F * ck!

What was going on with him!?

A trash of the eighth level of the Dao Realm actually dared to go against Heng Luo in front of the eyes of so many people.

"Brat, I'll kill you." After being stunned for a moment, Heng Bingmo flew into a rage.

He stomped his feet on the ground and soared into the air, aiming a palm attack towards Lin Fei's chest.

This palm strike contained a hundred percent power.

In Heng Bingmo's opinion, he definitely could kill Lin Fei with a single strike.

When he killed Lin Fei, he felt as if an elephant was stepping on an ant.

"You're courting death." Lin Fei shook his head. He slowly raised his arm and struck out with his palm, colliding with Heng Bingmo's palm.

Boom! *

The two palms collided and emitted a muffled sound like thunder.

"Brat, you died in my hands, the only person who is unknown. Although I do not like to kill nameless people, you angered me. You are seeking your own death, so you cannot blame anyone else." Heng Bingmo had a proud expression.

At this moment, it was as if Heng Bingmo could already see Lin Fei's miserable death.

The way Lin Fei died was as miserable as one could imagine.

It was just that …

As soon as he finished.

Puff puff puff …

Blood spurted out crazily from his mouth.

His body was sent flying backwards.

Immediately.

The arrogance on Heng Bingmo's face disappeared and was replaced with disbelief.

Even if he were to die, he would not believe that he was not Lin Fei's match!

Lin Fei retracted his palm, and did not look at Heng Bingmo again.

Then, he looked at the fight between Tang Tai Long and Mo Long.

Tang Tai Long's real body and the 999 fake bodies clashed with the demon dragon.

In the blink of an eye.

The Demon Dragon's Dragon Claw turned Tang Tai Long's fake body into powder.

At this rate, it wouldn't be long before Tang Tai Long's real and fake body would be crushed into powder by the Demon Dragon's dragon claws.

After being hit by Tang Tai Long's Phantom Sword, the Demon Dragon didn't even have the slightest reaction.

Seeing that, Tang Tai Long's face changed again and again.1

Ten minutes later.

Under everyone's gazes, the Demon Dragon's claw finally sent Tang Tai Long's real body flying.

"Still too weak." The Demon Dragon's two dragon eyes stared at Tang Tai Long. His eyes were boring and his heart was filled with disdain.

It had been suppressed by a transcendent formation for a hundred million years.

During this period of time, its cultivation had become even higher.

He thought that the strength of the cultivators on the Dragon realm had increased by a lot.

However, it discovered that the strength of the cultivators on the Dragon realm had not increased at all.

"Are there any stronger people? Come out and fight me to the death." Mo Long raised his incomparably huge dragon head and swept his eyes over everyone present.

Aside from Lin Fei, everyone present lowered their heads, not daring to look at Mo Long.

As she laid on the ground, she was so scared that she didn't dare to get up.

"Humans, you are too cowardly. Could it be that you are all turtles?" Mo Long ridiculed.

Still, no one dared to make a sound.

At this moment.

Lin Fei stood with his hands behind his back, as he slowly walked out of the crowd. When he arrived in front of Mo Long, he lightly said, "How do you want to die?"

It was one thing for Lin Fei to not say anything, but the moment he did, the atmosphere turned awkward.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Fei.

They looked at Lin Fei as if he was a pure sand puppet.

Tang Rui Feng and Tang Tai Long were no match for Mo Long.

How could Lin Fei, a cultivator at the eighth level of the Dao Realm, be a match for Mo Long?

Mo Long was stunned. He originally thought that Lin Fei was a cultivator with extraordinary strength. However, he never expected Lin Fei to be a cultivator at the eighth level of the Dao Realm.

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