When the eggshell of the giant egg was completely shattered, a blood-colored red light rose into the sky, straight into the sky, and rolled up the dark clouds in the sky to turn, and the momentum was extremely huge.

Such a scene made everyone who suddenly arrived stunned, and even some people had begun to slowly retreat, as if they were afraid of being affected by some kind of monster hidden in this vision.

But just as those people began to retreat, halfway up the blood-red light, a pair of huge inverted triangular purple shadows were suspended there, flickering, glowing with infinite cold light.

Just as Leng Feng was shocking in his heart, thinking about what this pair of flickering purple shadows were, the blood-colored pillars of light that rushed to the sky began to taper from both ends of heaven and earth, disappeared, and quickly melted away like snow under the blazing sun.

After the blood-red pillar of light dissolved into the pair of purple shadows, a blood-colored wyvern appeared in mid-air, and the blood-red wings quickly spread out and fluttered, bringing bursts of hurricanes and buoyancy, suspending the body of the blood-colored wyvern in the sky. And the pair of purple shadows with inverted triangles were the eyes of this blood-colored wyvern.

The size of this blood-colored wyvern was much larger than the phantom that Leng Feng had seen last time, but it must have been a real dragon, which seemed too small, after all, Leng Feng had seen the huge body of the green dragon.

"Hahaha, I'm free, I can't imagine that after so many years, I'm free again!"

In Leng Feng's mind, there was a familiar fluctuation again.

Sure enough, the so-called evil god phantom that appeared before was the illusion of the flying dragon in front of him, and the blood-colored flying dragon that appeared at this moment. But it's not an illusion anymore. It's a real wyvern.

"No...... It's not like you're laughing. The trial of Dalaran turned out to be a real dragon! A short and fat middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a little incredulous, looking at the clothes on his body, but he was from Lordaeron Academy, but this middle-aged man's strength was at least above the master level, so he should be the tutor of Lordaeron Academy.

"No wonder it can cause such a big movement, it turns out to be a real dragon, it seems that Dalaran has made a bloody investment for this trial." Muradin* Brass Whiskers stared at the blood-red wyvern in mid-air. There was a bit of a wonderful look in his eyes.

"This real dragon seems to be the body of those phantoms, but it is a little different, but the breath of this real dragon is too powerful!" Medivin looked at the flying dragon in mid-air, except for the solemn look on his face, he couldn't see any other looks.

At this time, a few rays of light crossed the sky again. Several more masters arrived, when their figures appeared. Leng Feng saw that the people who came were several teachers from the Wicked Academy, but only the panda man Lao Lin was missing.

The moment he saw this flying dragon, Old Man Puke's brows jumped suddenly, and his vague eyes were full of horror. Old man Lack's reaction was not much better than that of Old Man Puke, and the moment he landed, he hurriedly put his hand on the ring on his other hand. The old Czech man reacted most calmly, but his face was very pale, as if he had seen something terrible.

Even these master-level masters were so frightened when they saw this wyvern, and when Leng Feng glanced at this blood-colored wyvern again, he felt that this blood-colored wyvern was like a behemoth, staring coldly at the tiny insects on the ground.

At this moment, the blood-colored wyvern seemed to have discovered something interesting, but it set its eyes on Medivan's location, the eyes that flashed with purple shadows trembled faster and faster, and the corners of the huge mouth full of fangs also turned up slightly, as if revealing a hint of a playful smile.

Although the blood-colored wyvern laughed hideously and terrifyingly, the fluctuations that followed in Leng Feng's mind made Leng Feng's heart sink completely.

"Worm, it's you, who wiped out all my illusions? Haha, now that my body has come, you will die! ”

The blood-colored wyvern let out a dragon groan, and then opened its big mouth, a ghostly light, and shot towards Medivan, this kind of simple and domineering attack, Leng Feng had seen it once before, but this time, it was fundamentally different from the last time.

When this ghostly light was generated from the dragon's mouth, circles of twisted ripples appeared around the ghostly light, as if distorting the void, and even, after the burst shot out, there was even a trace of a hair-thin spatial crack in the space that passed through those ripples, and the momentum was so strong that Leng Feng's whole person was shocked.

This is the real terrifying power, which makes Leng Feng not have the slightest heart to resist, and some are just terrifying.

It is conceivable what kind of pressure Medivan should be under at this time, as the target of the attack.

Leng Feng only saw that when Medivan had just appeared in that ghostly light, four elemental orbs emerged from Medivan's body.

"Mage Squad, activate the Absolute Defense Circle!" Medivan said without the slightest hesitation.

As soon as the words fell, the mages from Dalaran around Medivan raised their hands to their chests in unison, forming a special handprint, and then, streams of elemental power rippled out of these mages' bodies.

Leng Feng noticed at the beginning that these mages were all six-ring arcanists, and their strength was not much different from the players who entered the top 100 finals at most, and the number was only a dozen, but when that powerful ghost light arrived, different lights emerged between the handprints of these mages, and the red, blue, blue and yellow lights were connected, and in the blink of an eye, a light barrier was condensed, like a shield, protecting Medivan behind him.

"The path guided by the elements, the light shines on the ...... of tranquility"

The moment the light barrier appeared, Medivan began to chant aloud.

"Boom!"

As the ghost light and the light barrier quickly collided together, a loud noise came from the collision between the two, and what made Leng Feng's pupils shrink was that although the light barrier was condensed by more than a dozen six-ring arcanists, it firmly blocked the blow of this blood-colored flying dragon, as for the reason why this light barrier could block this blow, from the moment the ghost light touched the light barrier, it seemed that a lot of power was reflected, and the power that really fell on the light barrier was not much.

This information is naturally transmitted by the Eye of Analysis. And the cold front also saw it. Those forces that are reflected. There was even a ray of ghost light that flew past the body of the Grim Reaper T200, even if it was just a wisp, it made Leng Feng's heart beat violently, if this ray of ghost light passed directly through the Grim Reaper T200, I am afraid that either Leng Feng or Ah Fei would die under this ray of ghostly light.

After blocking the ghostly light, the light barrier quickly disappeared, but the mages all turned pale, and some even began to vomit blood. It seems that they have suffered a lot of internal injuries after taking this blow.

The Scarlet Wyvern was visibly surprised that the light barrier could block his own blow, but that was all, and he soon launched a second attack.

And at this moment, Medivan's chanting was finally finished, and majestic elemental power came from all directions. Towards Medivan's body, Medivan's breath. began to rise violently.

The second ghostly light, re-condensed, shot towards Medivan again, and this time, in front of Medivan, there was obviously no power to resist him, even the High Elf Asila stayed in place, and seemed to be shocked by this power.

Medivan's eyes were solemn, but he didn't stand still like others, but flew up, and with one hand stretched, a four-colored pillar of light shot towards the ghostly light, and the two collided, but silently, but in the space, there was a flying saucer-shaped energy cloud generated by the opposition of two huge forces, however, the energy cloud at this time slowly moved towards Medivan, and at first glance, the power of this blood-colored flying dragon had overshadowed Medivan.

Medivan's face sank like water, although the situation was not good, he could only insist, but Leng Feng on the side felt that Medivan's aura at this moment seemed to be slowly weakening compared to before.

Seeing Medivan and the Scarlet Wyvern in a state of anxiety, the other master-level masters who were standing on the sidelines finally began to react.

"This is the power of the Guardian, this human being, it turned out to be the Guardian, everyone help him!" A master High Elf exclaimed.

The other people, naturally, also knew Elven language, and when they heard this voice, the others gradually showed a touch of shock.

"Isn't this the Dalaran trial, why is the guardian also here, depending on the situation, this real dragon seems to be even stronger than the guardian!" A master-level master panicked, but directly began to flee to the bottom of the plateau.

And the people who had already wanted to escape before, when they heard this sound, they disappeared on the plateau without any hesitation, and after a while, there were already a handful of master-level masters left on this plateau.

"Hmph, coward, it's a great honor to be able to fight the true dragon, Guardian, I'm here to help you!" Muradin* Copperbeard snorted coldly.

As soon as the words fell, Muradin* Copperbeard took out a sledgehammer out of nowhere, and on the body of the hammer that was as clear as jade, lightning flashed on it, and then, Muradin* Copperbeard rushed towards the blood-colored wyvern, as fast as lightning, rolling up a puff of red smoke and dust on the ground.

"Die, Dragon, Stormhammer!"

Moving at high speed, Muladin Copperbeard threw the sledgehammer at the Scarlet Wyvern, and suddenly, the sledgehammer slid through the sky, like a bolt of lightning, and flew towards the Scarlet Wyvern.

At this time, the Scarlet Wyvern naturally realized the coming of the sledgehammer, but the Scarlet Wyvern shook its right wing carelessly, and a fierce wind wrapped in bloody wind swept towards the sledgehammer.

When the sledgehammer and the bloody rain collided together, the huge power carried by the sledgehammer suddenly stopped, and the surface of the sledgehammer began to show potholes and signs of corrosion.

Seeing such a scene, Leng Feng naturally knew that this bloody storm was the same as the power of the Death Grim Reaper T200 casing, and this time it was sharper, the sledgehammer fell heavily into the dirt directly from mid-air, only to hear a muffled sound, the sledgehammer smashed the ground out of a bottomless hole, which shows how terrifying the weight of this sledgehammer should be.

Seeing that Muradin* Copperbeard made a move, the others also chose to make a move, including the three old men of the Academy of the Wicked.

The sound of chanting incantations came and went, and after a while, a large number of arcane and weapons headed towards the Scarlet Wyvern, but they were all blocked by the strange bloody rain and bloody wind generated by the Scarlet Wyvern's wings, and these attacks did not seem to be close to the Scarlet Wyvern's body at all.

At this time, there is only one person who can compete with the Scarlet Wyvern, and that is Medivan.

However, Medivan's struggling support made it difficult for people to see the hope of defeating the Scarlet Wyvern.

Seeing that the dark pillar of light of the blood-colored wyvern was getting longer and longer, and when the cold sweat on Medivan's head was getting more and more, a few rays of light crossed the sky again, but the energy fluctuations carried by these rays made Leng Feng's heart sink completely.

The cold breath, as if it was the opposite of the warmth of the sun, who would it be if it wasn't those orc warlocks.

Sure enough, when those rays of light fell to the ground, facing Leng Feng from a distance, they showed a few old faces, and the two orc warlocks and a few old trolls stood together, judging from their aura, all of them were master-level masters.

Seeing the blood-colored wyvern in the sky, the faces of those old trolls suddenly showed an extremely fanatical look, as if that thing in the sky was the faith they had dreamed of.

"Don't bother, use the evil god to open the seal!" An orc warlock said impatiently.

"Hahaha, you have successfully summoned the evil god, this little favor, we naturally want to help." The old troll with a fanged necklace around his neck laughed, and although his voice was a little hoarse, the excitement in his voice and the wrinkles that unfolded with joy made him look several years younger.

After saying that, the old troll hurriedly removed the fang on his neck, this fang is very large, much larger than the old troll's abrupt fang, and the fang, engraved with black runes, in the bend of the fang, there are even a few holes, if it is not for the bone, people who don't know, will think that this is a flute.

The old troll trembled and cut his fingers, a drop of bright red blood, quickly fell on the fang, when the blood touched the fang, the drop of blood was quickly absorbed by the fang, and the rune on the fang, actually revealed a little red light, and then, this fang, actually appeared with the same light as the blood-colored flying dragon in the sky.

The old troll grabbed the fangs tightly, puffed out his cheeks at the tips of the fangs, and actually blew this fangs as a flute, and when the fangs made a blank whimpering sound, Leng Feng knew that this fangs were really flutes.

As the old troll's fingers lifted and fell regularly through the holes in his fangs, a slightly eerie but melody music rippled through the air, and the sound seemed to have a kind of magic that pierced through space.

At the moment when the flute sounded, a mutation protruded, and the blood-red wyvern's entire body trembled.

"Heartfall Flute, damn it, who's blowing, who's blowing!"

In Leng Feng's mind, a hysterical fluctuation sounded. (To be continued.) )