Xu Feng knows that there are many people following behind him, and everyone's accomplishments are higher than himself!

Dong! All of a sudden, a monk behind turned out a magic weapon. A hammer hit Xu Feng's head. Xu Feng moved and pressed his hand on the handle of Lingbao flying sword. This was not the one before, but the one in the pagoda of yunhaicheng warehouse. It was as thin as a cicada's wing, with a firefly on its body and a higher quality.

"Hey!"

Xu Feng's eyes are tight, murderous and strong. The cold light shines on the linen clothes. The eyes are shining with cannibalism. The momentum suddenly...