Descent of the Phoenix

Oil pans, stones, sharp arrows... Numerous weapons were carried on the wall, holding hundreds of thousands of troops headed by Kumu.

The sound of the drums rang with a bang.

The frontal collision is about to begin, and the bloodthirsty killings of the two armies will begin.

"The coach, it is time to arrive at the moment." The signal squad screamed at the library.

The library miscellaneously listened to his face and nodded.

At the time of Chen, let them attack and let them see her signal. Now it is time to see it, but there is no signal.

Divine Mountain, Regent King...

The fist is slightly clenched, so rushed attack, if there is no news...

The drums roared and the smell of killing was getting stronger.

"You stand for me, wrap the wound..." In this infinite battle drum, the two figures fly like a sky between the heavens and the earth.

Ouyang Yufei looked at his eyes and ignored him. He was brave enough to move forward. The injured leg was still bleeding outside, and his heart was deeply helpless. It was really impossible to speak.

How can this person be so desperate?

The walls are high, and the tens of thousands of soldiers of the Xiongnu are all here.

The high Hunwang flag fluttered in the morning light, with a sigh of breath.

And the king's, a black armored Xiongnu coach is stationed on the wall.

The fierce sound of the "呜呜..." horn broke through the clouds and swayed between the heavens and the earth.

When Chen arrived, Beimu had to attack.

Haoyue listened to the horn sound of Beimu, and the flying figure became more and more fast.

As lightning, rushing to the ground, leaping over the heavy buildings, rushing toward the fortress wall.

A spine flies, and the moon has been almost red-stained by the blood, and in the morning light, it rushes to the place where the Huns coach is.