Ancient Dragon Spell

It had to be known that even Spirit Realm experts would have a certain amount of effect on these galactic spirit water. Precious treasures that could only be found by luck were extremely valuable …

"I still have to continue with the exam. Farewell!"

Qin Feng bid farewell to Jin Zhanshan.

"Mm, it"s the same for me, hahaha …" I really want to have a good fight with you. You are still young, but your strength makes me have the intention to fight. "

Jin Zhanshan laughed out loud as he spoke.

After bidding farewell to Jin Zhanshan, Qin Feng chose to leave.

In this death desert, Qin Feng had already left most of the way.

His harvest was great. His biggest gain was that he created a sword technique, Desert Storm!

Therefore, it was likely that the trial here no longer had much value … Thus, Qin Feng increased his speed. In only seven days, he had already pa.s.sed through death desert.

The moment he walked out of the death desert, Qin Feng saw a wave of vitality. Seeing the lush greenery filled with vitality, Qin Feng, who had recently seen a lot of yellow sand, felt some joy in his heart.

"After pa.s.sing through the forest, you will reach the White Moon City!"

This was a bustling city, belonging to a city of the Scarlet Rainbow Empire. The Scarlet Rainbow Empire was much stronger than the Holy Dragon Dynasty that Qin Feng resided in.

"Mm …"

At this moment, Qin Feng frowned. With a slight movement of his nose, he could smell a faint scent of blood in the forest.

In the depths of the forest.

An intense battle was taking place.

The battle was divided into two parts. One part of the people wore soft armor and had a luxurious aura around their bodies. The weapons in their hands were huge iron fans.

On the other side of these huge iron fan people, a group of people were being killed, and they were being pushed back bit by bit. On the other side of these huge iron fan people, a group of people were being killed, and they were being pushed back bit by bit.

A middle-aged man was carrying a fifteen or sixteen year old youth with a timid face. He was quickly retreating in an attempt to escape.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise came from the youth"s mouth.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face immediately shook. As he brandished his sword, a person with a giant iron fan quickly made his move from the side. In an instant, he viciously slammed against the opponent"s sword with a dark and cold force.

Under the powerful force, the middle-aged man was sent flying.

"Uncle Zhao!"

The timid youth immediately shouted.

boom rumble rumble *

The middle-aged man, who was called Uncle Zhao, quickly flipped over and tightly hugged the youth in his embrace, not allowing him to get hurt at all. However, his own body was already badly mutilated.

For a moment, the other four people couldn"t help but shout out. For a moment, they all waved their weapons and quickly retreated to the side of the middle-aged man.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk …" The people of the Zhao Family are truly loyal, but they are actually loyal! "

One of them held an iron fan and said with an evil grin on his face.