Descent of the Phoenix

Yun Zhao gave her and Xuanyuan Che a general orientation, but that was only rough.

At this point, it seems that the cloud has already opened the entire emperor's organs, this is not a pediatric thing, she has to be careful to walk as soon as possible to her expected place.

The footsteps are shredded and fluttering out in this silent passage.

Very cloudy, very cold.

As fast as lightning, Haoyue rushed forward toward the front.

In the twinkling of an eye, it turns into the depths of the secret passage.

A dark, night jewel on the wall, like the oil lamp, flashing like a layer of fire.

Shining in front of a dark building undulating, sand and layers, so that Haoyue really can not see where this is.

But a bit like the royal garden.

Step by step, not waiting for the preparation of the month, the wind is behind, someone is coming.

The body shape is hidden, and the moon is hidden into the darkness of the side, holding back the breath.

A blue shirt, like flying, the blue statue in the six islands of the island

Quickly glanced at the scene in front of him, watching the shallow footsteps on the edge of the sand, blue squinting, holding the sword in his hand, and chasing it.

Back against the railing, Hao Yue closed his eyes to calculate the speed of this blue statue, the dagger in the hand in the dark with cold cold.

To go forward, she must pass through her face.

Getting closer and faster.

The corner of the mouth slowly outlined a cold smile.

The wind was rushing around, and the moon was in the hands of a beggar. The backhand was as fast as lightning, and it was smashed toward the blue lord who wanted to pass by her.

This world theory hides the trail, and Haoyue says second, no one dares to say first.

Even if it is as powerful as the blue statue of the six priests in the island, there is no feeling that the moon is around.

The dagger is empty and sharp like electricity.