the Trident looks at Xu Feng coldly, and the killing chance in his heart is gradually climbing.

"I like to kill the confident monk like you most, especially when I see your last expression of shock and despair, hum." Trident man's feet are still, a kind of near Aurora speed floats to Xu Feng, its vigorous and powerful frog like big hands slowly open, force a fan.

the power released by the Trident is terrible! It's like nine days of demons driving the bloody rain, whizzing and rolling the waves.

like a tornado on the sea floor, the storm is rustling and clanging. In its right hand, there is already...