Peerless Martial Soul

At this time, there was a white-robed young man in his twenties. After seeing Chen Feng's long sword that was knocked away, his eyes swept over it and he didn't pay attention to it at first.

But suddenly, he let out a light sigh, turned his eyes again, then walked to the long sword and picked it up.

After taking a closer look, the white-robed young master's face showed no change at all, but there was already a turmoil in his heart.

"This long sword is actually the legendary Hongming Sword. This is a sword that has been passed down in the family for thousands of years!"

"But wasn't it already twenty years ago that the traitor took him away from the family? How could he appear in the hands of this young man?"

He was horrified, but his face showed no abnormality at all. When he raised his eyes, he saw Chen Feng walking towards him.

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

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

The white-robed young man waved his hand politely and said, "It's just a little effort."

Then turned and left.

But Chen Feng didn't notice that since then, the white-robed young master's eyes had been on him, paying attention to his movements.

The battle ended quickly and lasted for less than a quarter of an hour. All seven demon marshals were killed, and two of the team also died in the battle. The remaining people had more or less minor injuries.

Chen Feng was also seriously injured, at least that's what it seemed on the surface.

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

His face was pale, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth. When he walked, his figure was swaying, and he looked seriously injured.

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

Even Li Chenxi was deceived by Chen Feng. He was lucky enough not to be attacked by the Demon Soldier Marshal just now. He felt a little ashamed of Chen Feng, as if Chen Feng was injured because he escaped from the battle, so he always followed Chen Feng to greet him.

The team rested for a moment and moved on.

Chen Feng limped behind, and at this time, the white-robed young man who had just handed the sword to Chen Feng had quietly pulled Feng Zicheng in the team to the side.

When others were not paying attention, he asked calmly: "Feng Zicheng, that Chen Feng, do you know his origins?"

Feng Zicheng immediately showed a flattered expression on his face. He knew this white-robed young master. He came from a very noble family and was very powerful. He didn't pay much attention to him.

At this time, he felt very honored to suddenly ask him a pleasant question.

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

The white-robed young master smiled lightly and said: "Just tell me what sect it is, and there is no need to say these useless things."

His attitude was still very gentle, but Feng Zicheng could feel that he was a little impatient, and he did not dare to talk nonsense anymore, so he quickly said: "He was born in the Qianyuan Sect of Danyang County, Qingzhou, Qin State, and is a first-class sect."

"Is this the Qianyuan Sect of Danyang County?"

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

Feng Zicheng quickly nodded and bowed: "I don't dare to take it, I don't dare to take it."

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

After walking another ten miles, everyone couldn't help but hold their breath when they saw the scene in front of them, with shock on their faces.

In front of everyone is the peak of this huge stone mountain. Here is a huge platform with no grass growing around it.

In the center of the platform, there is a huge stone bag that is hundreds of meters high. This stone bag is purely made of huge rocks of various colors, and in the gaps between the huge rocks, there are constant demonic flames scurrying around.

Even though they were hundreds of meters away, everyone could still feel the extremely hot temperature.

This stone bag looks exactly like a huge tomb. The stone tablet in front of the tomb also proves this.

Four large characters were carved on the stone tablet, and someone read it softly in an exclamatory tone: "Tomb of the Demonic Dragon!"

Tomb of the Dragon!

When these four words were spoken softly and passed into everyone's ears, the whole team instantly boiled and exploded!

Everyone was extremely excited, with a look of joy and 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 its known history is no less than hundreds of thousands of years. During these hundreds of thousands of years, countless creatures have fallen into the devil's path, been contaminated by the devil's energy, rampaged across the world, and killed countless people.

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

At the same time, the dragon is an extremely powerful creature that lives in legends.

The dragon that fell into the devil's path may be even more powerful than an ordinary dragon.

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

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

In the hundreds of thousands of years of origin, there are countless dragons who have fallen into the devil's path, but every one of them must be extremely powerful.