Descent of the Phoenix

Listening to the words of Haoyue, looking at the **** eyes of Haoyue, Xuanyuan’s eyes filled with an urgency, and made the last breath, taking a deep breath: "Give me a report...Chou..."

As fine as a mosquito or a fly, it is clear that even if it is broken, it can be heard.

The eyes of Haoyue began to drop blood.

The slight four words were thrown out, and Xuanyuan Che held the hand of Haoyue tightly. It softened and closed his eyes.

"Kings……"

"Kings……"

The autumn marks and Yan Hu were crazy, and they rushed up and hugged Xuanyuan Che tightly.

The bleak cry, accompanied by the breeze.

It’s like a wolverine.

Du Yi on the side, slammed down.

The rushing cloud called for a step in the footsteps.

Looking at a few people in front of me, the look on the face is complicated enough to know what it is.

Behind the fixed moon and other people, Yun Zhao did not dare to step forward.

Xuanyuan Che, is it...

So powerful people, is that just...

This……

The figure is slightly soft, and Ouyang Yufei, who has been standing on the mountainside, flies into a fist. How can it be... How can it...

Impossible, impossible...

"Ha ha ha ha..." Just in this fierce wolverine.

On the opposite side of the hill, there was a sudden burst of laughter, and that kind of joy was completely contrary to the grief of this side.

"Tianchen Wang, Xuanyuan Che, you are just like..."

The words have not been finished yet, and the arrogant black statue suddenly became shocked.

Slowly bowed, looking at the sword from the back, the black face was instantly distorted.

"...this..." The interrupted word followed by the fluttering, accompanied by the black body slowly receding.

Standing alone behind the black body, he took out a sword with blood and looked at the center of the mountain.