Simon Satoshi was now in a huge desert, but the desert was unusually wet, and there was a river passing by it, and he felt that this scenery was very strange.

He held a purple gold lightsaber in his hand, and stepped on a larger purple gold lightsaber under his feet.

On the Peace Square in the First City of the Peace Realm, Ximen Cong had already used the "I said: to be inspired and inspired" in the book, and he quickly mastered Qiankun sword fighting.

Therefore, he is now very confident in his own strength.

"Trials Mission: City One Trial"

"Trial Goal: Survive as long as possible"

Satoshi Ximen glanced at the content of this trial in the first city in the third-person interface, and began to walk cautiously again.

Due to the presence of a river, this desert has a comfortable breeze that makes Satoshi feel good when he steps on the purple gold lightsaber.

It was as if he had gone back to the time when he was in college, when he was sitting quietly by the lake in the school, the breeze blowing on the lake, the waves flowing, and he was curious to watch the time when the men and women around him were in love.

However, the existence of the endless wild sand disturbed this beautiful artistic conception and disrupted Simon Satoshi's memories.

Simon didn't dare to fly too high on the lightsaber, let alone fly too low.

This is because if he flies too high, he will be targeted by dangerous creatures, and if he is too low, he will not be able to dodge if something suddenly attacks him in the desert.

He felt that such a cautious flight with a lightsaber was the best choice.

"What the hell is this trial space?"

"Why can't you see a single player?"

"My friends list can't be used, and I can't contact Dandan."

"Just live, huh? Easy. ”

Simon Satoshi thought.

Suddenly, a dragon shape protruded from the desert land, charging towards him, and he immediately controlled the purple-gold lightsaber he was stepping on to stand upright.

This salon also followed Simon Cong's figure straight into the sky, Simon Cong saw such a situation, he felt that no matter how high he flew, it was useless, so he could only shoot.

"Dry: Strike a sword."

Ximen Cong slashed out lightly with the purple-gold lightsaber in his hand, and a purple-gold sword qi emitted, and it gradually became larger, cutting off this salon from the middle.

The sharon instantly turned into ordinary sand, and it rained for a while