C335 War Maniac(1)

"Wow!"

Chiang Zhan's chest heaved up and down, and blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain. It dyed the air dark red, and he looked at Fist Man Shen Tu Long from afar. He shook his head. This man's strength was very powerful. He had exchanged over thirty blows with him. If it wasn't for the fact that he had cultivated the peerless skill of Patriarch Chiang, Imperishable War King Spell