Descent of the Phoenix

"Hey..." The stellar cutter was spinning at a rapid speed.

The knife light mixed with cold, and rendered this already gloomy right temple into Hell Knife.

"No one is here, but dare to disrespect the master." The faint voice sounded above the right hall, very light, but full of threats.

Kim Zun heard his words and looked up. In the space above the right hall, Yun Zhaozheng stood on the stone wall with a cold face and looked down at him.

When Kim Zun suddenly browed, he screamed, and the big knife flew in the hand, and the cloud call to the top shot.

"Dare to count your grandfather."

Yun Zhao listened to the words, the nose tipped a little cold, and the finger slammed on the wall next to him.

In an instant, I saw the top of a palace that was curved in abundance, suddenly opened, and a huge cylindrical stone pillar fell down toward the bottom.

Almost the size of the entire lower right hall, so fit, the entire corner of the right side of the square will be hit by it.

The wind rushed down, and the sound of the wind was almost like a ghost crying.

Jin Zun, who was shot from the bottom of the cloud, saw the face that had changed color. The moment was even more dramatic, almost unfortunate.

The top of the head is a huge stone pillar that crashes down.

At the foot of the tens of thousands of highly toxic rotary cutters.

This is really a way of getting in. There is no door to the ground.

In the heart of the big coke, Jin Zun is even more desperate to shoot in the clouds and shoot the past.

If you can grab the position where the cloud call is standing, then there may be a chance, otherwise...

Seeing the gold statue as the arrow of the arrow, Yun Zhao not only did not avoid, but looked at the body of Jin Zun in a leisurely manner, slowly sketching a smile.

"You give the deity..." A sword is emptied, and Jin Zun rushes to the cloud.