Under the stars, a sword rainbow gallops across the sky.
Qin Feng holds Nangong Yiren in his arms, but his brow is slightly wrinkled.
His face is very pale at the moment, and there is a white color.
His heart thumped, suddenly his stature is unstable, and even the sword is unstable, from the corner of his mouth... A stream of blood was slowly slipping.
Awaken the Zhu Dragon so that Qin Feng's spiritual power is almost empty.
If it is so alone, there is nothing, but the poison of the ice fire that was forced to be suppressed by Qin Feng attacked him by now.
"You are bleeding..."
In Qin Feng's arms, Nangong Yiren opened her eyes and looked up at Qin Feng and wiped the blood from his mouth.
"Nothing."
Qin Feng smiled slightly: "After a little longer, we will be home soon."
Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng surged and went straight to Binhai.
