Descent of the Phoenix

A total of twenty-eight, the beautiful large column is engraved with Jinlong Yufeng, under the lacquered red color, with a cold light.

It is a large column made of twenty-eight fine irons.

At this time, twenty-eight large columns are constantly rotating around the green statue, and are pressed toward the inside according to the orientation and trend of the twenty-eight stars.

The sword that the green statue swayed did not have the slight white yarn on it.

Instead, it passes through the white gauze and hits the iron column that is fast-rotating behind, almost two adults, to hold.

Such an iron column is a green sword and can be cut off.

Looking at the twenty-eight iron pillars that are getting more and more rounded up, I left my eyebrows slightly.

"Oh..." inside, surrounded by the green screaming.

The sharp voice penetrated the white-gray palace and passed away.

Like a wild beast dying, full of penetrating power.

"Oh..." The crazy crash was getting more and more subtle.

Looking at the center of the gap that almost two people can stand, the eyebrows are slightly raised.

There is not enough room for the green statue inside.

Twenty-eight pillars are rotating faster and faster.

The space where the two people stood, the more they narrowed down in a blink of an eye.

The roar of the beast makes people feel cold.

Five fingers micro buckle, a bright sword from the sleeves.

There is no such thing as a solitary night eye. The horizontal hand is a sword, deeply piercing the wrapped green deity.

The blood red burst out in an instant, and there was no breath.

Slowly withdraw the long sword in his hand, and he is not looking at the wrapped person.

Instead of being crushed and killed, it is better to give him a good time.

The white flies, the curtains are gloomy.