Peerless Martial Soul

At this time, a young man in a white robe who was in his 20s saw Chen Feng's flying sword, his gaze swept across it, and he didn't pay attention at first.

But suddenly, he whispered, his eyes turned away again, then walked to the long sword and picked it up.

After taking a closer look, there was no change in the face of the white robe boy, but a stormy sea was already in his heart.

"This long sword turned out to be the legendary Hongming sword. This is a treasure that has been passed down in the family for thousands of years!"

"But didn't you have been taken away from the family by that rebellion twenty years ago? How could it appear in the hands of this young man?"

He was horrified, but his face did not show the slightest abnormality. He looked up and saw Chen Feng approaching him.

The white-robed young man smiled and handed the long sword to Chen Feng, and said, "Is this yours?"

Chen Fengfeng nodded and said, "Thank you very much."

The white-robed man waved his hand very politely, and said, "It's just a matter of raising your hand."

Then turned and left.

But Chen Feng didn't notice. Since then, the white robe young man's eyes have been on him, paying attention to his movements.

The battle ended quickly, lasting only a quarter of an hour, and all the seven demon marshals were killed. In this team, two were killed in battle, and the rest were more or less seriously injured.

Chen Feng was also seriously injured, at least on the surface.

Because a strong man in the third floor of the Divine Gate Realm should have been seriously injured after being attacked twice by the Marshal of the Demon Soldier.

His face was pale, and there was still blood on the corners of his mouth that had not been wiped off. When he walked, his figure was shaky, and he seemed to be injured.

No one suspected that he was acting, because everyone thought it was unnecessary.

Even Li Chenxi was concealed by Chen Feng. Just now, he was lucky not to be attacked by the Marshal of the Demon Soldier. He felt a little ashamed of Chen Feng. It seemed that Chen Feng was injured because he escaped, so he always followed Chen Feng and asked.

The team took a break and moved on.

Chen Feng limped behind, and at this moment, the white-robed young man who had handed the long sword to Chen Feng just now quietly pulled Feng Zicheng from the team and came to the side.

While others were not paying attention, he asked indifferently: "Feng Zicheng, that Chen Feng, do you know his origin?"

Feng Zicheng's face immediately showed a flattered expression. He knew this young man in white robe, he was born in a very noble family, and his strength was very strong, so he didn't pay much attention to him.

But at this time, it was a great honor for him to suddenly ask him a gentle question.

Feng Zicheng glanced at Chen Feng, and then whispered: "I know his origins for this man. He was born in an unknown rural sect. His strength is very low and his sect is not worth mentioning."

The young man in the white robe smiled faintly: "What kind of school is it, you can just say it directly, not to mention these useless."

His attitude is still very gentle, but Feng Zicheng has already sensed that he is a little impatient, so he dared not talk nonsense, and quickly said: "He was born in Qianyuanzong, Danyang County, Qingzhou, Daqin. He is a first-class school."

"Is that Qian Yuanzong of Danyang County?"

The young man in white robe muttered a few words softly, then nodded, and said to Feng Zicheng, "Thank you very much."

Feng Zicheng quickly nodded and bowed: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be."

There was a playful smile in the white robe's eyes, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After another ten miles, everyone could not help holding their breath when seeing the scene before them, with shocked expressions on their faces.

In front of everyone, is the peak of this huge stone mountain range, here is a huge platform, there is no grass around it.

In the center of the platform, there is a huge stone bag with a height of hundreds of meters. This stone bag is purely piled up with boulders of various colors, and in the gaps of the boulders, there are constant magic flames.

Although it was hundreds of meters away, everyone could feel the extremely hot temperature.

This stone bag seems to be a huge tomb. The stone tablet in front of the tomb also proves this.

Four large characters were carved on the stone stele, and someone whispered it out in an astonishing tone: "The Tomb of the Devil Dragon!"

Tomb of the Dragon!

When these four words were spoken lightly and passed into everyone's ears, the whole team instantly boiled and the pan was fried!

All of them were extremely excited, with unbearable excitement on their faces, because they had all heard of the legend of the magic dragon.

The Dragon Vein Continent has a long history, and the known history is no less than hundreds of thousands of years. During these hundreds of thousands of years, countless creatures have fallen into the magical way, polluted by the magical energy, rampant the world, killing countless.

But in the end, they are often killed and suppressed by the powerful.

At the same time, the dragon is an extremely powerful creature living in legend.

Falling into the dragon of the magic road, I am afraid that the strength is more powerful than the average dragon.

On the Dragon Vein Continent, there are countless secret realms hidden, and there are countless small worlds around the Dragon Vein Continent. Quite a few of them are used by some powerful and powerful people to seal some strong people who have fallen into the magic way.

There is no doubt that the small world in front of me is such an existence.

In the hundreds of thousands of years of origin, I don't know how many dragons have fallen into the magic way, but each of them must be extremely powerful.