"What is that?" The head of the Mo family looked slightly better.
"The demons have a skill called phantom." The elder's expression was ugly. "The demons have always been good at speed because they know a light skill called phantom."
"Demon clan? But isn't the demon clan extinct?" The leader of the Mo family had a trace of doubt in his eyes.
"No, the demons will come back sooner or later." Elder Mo's voice was extremely sure.
"Then Nangong Liuyun's technique is the phantom of the demon clan?" A ferocious sneer flashed across the corner of the Mo family leader's mouth.
If Nangong Liuyun is connected with the demon clan, then someone will naturally come forward to deal with him without him taking action.
The Great Elder smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It is said that the Lord of Purgatory City has a copy of Phantom in his hand."
The leader of the Mo family suddenly felt depressed in his chest.
As we all know, Nangong Liuyun’s master is the Lord of Purgatory City. Isn’t it just a matter of course for this master to pass on the skills to his disciples?
The Great Elder frowned: "So, let's talk about this matter in private, only people in Purgatory City dare to practice."
If anyone dares to question Phantom's skill, the Lord of Purgatory City, who has always been protective of his shortcomings, is biased and unreasonable, will directly attack you with his famous stunt that can overwhelm mountains and seas like a thunderous palm. Who can bear it?
Palace Master Mo sighed dejectedly.
The Lord of Purgatory City is a madman, who dares to provoke him?
At that time, only the assassin organization hidden in the darkness dared to challenge the master of Purgatory City. Unfortunately, in the past hundred years, the assassins have been uprooted and have never appeared in the world again.
On the stage, the battle continues.
Nangong Liuyun didn't know when he appeared.
He raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile, and patted Luo Haoming on the back with his slender arms.
Luo Haoming, who was being teased, suddenly turned around and roared: "Damn it!"
Then he raised his Falling Feather Sword and hurriedly slashed at it!
Blindfolded, Nangong Liuyun relied on his feelings.
However, I don’t know whether his inspiration was really strong or whether his calculations were too precise. In short, Luo Haoming’s crazy sword moves struck him one after another. After ninety-nine and eighty-one moves, he still couldn’t even touch the corner of Nangong Liuyun’s clothes.
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At this time, everyone in the audience was stunned.
"His Royal Highness King Jin...how could this happen?"
"Luo Haoming can't even touch the corners of His Highness Prince Jin's clothes, let alone chop someone."
"His Royal Highness, Prince Jin, is so fast that Luo Haoming can't catch up."
"Let me tell you, His Highness Prince Jin is just teasing Luo Haoming!"
"That's right, His Highness Prince Jin is blindfolded. Even so, Luo Haoming still can't hit. From this point of view, he has already lost."
Countless voices of discussion arose.
These sounds are completely undisguised.
How could Luo Haoming not hear what he was hearing?
The more he listened, the worse his expression became.
Even though he didn't want to listen, these sounds kept drilling into his ears.
At this time, Luo Haoming was under endless pressure.
In itself, because after using the magic power to protect his body three times in a row, his spiritual power was rapidly depleted and there was not much left.
Now, everyone in the audience kept talking about him, which affected his mind.
"Die!" Luo Haoming stabbed Nangong Liuyun in the back with a fierce sword!
At this moment, the corners of Nangong Liuyun's red lips slowly raised. At this moment, he did not dodge or dodge, but directly stretched out two fingers and clamped the Luoyu Sword accurately.
That's right, Nangong Liuyun easily clamped the powerful Luo Yu Sword between his index and middle fingers!