Descent of the Phoenix

"No need." The voice of indifference sounded, and the flash of the moon shape has already forced Murong Chunshui.

In the eyes flashed and angered, dare to mad at him, he will let her pay the price.

The figure is flashing, and a sword is stabbed in the moon.

Looking at the moon, I didn’t look at the sharp sword that came from the spurs. The figure slammed into the tip of the sword, but the sword in my hand directly picked up the Rong Rongchun throat.

Fight for life.

This is the same way of playing the game. When you look around the lively people, you will be immersed in it. No one thinks that the shots of the moon are actually the same tricks.

Murong Chunshui wrinkled between the eyebrows, who died with her, the current Jianfeng turned, the foot moved.

Only under the feet, the sword in his hand was still in the air. The moon in front of him suddenly disappeared. He didn’t wait for him to react. A cold thing on his neck suddenly came up. The cold chest and the sharp edge made Murong Chunshui one. The face turned white.

"You lost." Standing behind Murong Chun Shui, the soft sword in his hand pointed to the neck of Murong Chunshui, the cold and cold road.

She is not learning the skills of people, she is learning the tricks of killing, a shot hit, see the blood seal, not a fancy martial arts, but a skill to kill.

With his life, he is not worthy.

The audience was quiet and only heard the slight wind, and all the Murong family standing on the edge were shocked and confused.

One move, just a move, Murong Chunshui, who ranked third in the younger generation of Murong, lost her hand.

God, this is simply unbelievable.

The small courtyard was full of sunshine, but it could not cover the strong murderousness in the middle of the yard.

"Hey, hey, hey." A burst of applause sounded, and the entrance to the small courtyard once again stepped into two people. One of the gentle young sons was patted with a smile.

The other is the father of Murong House, the Murong of today's birthday is invincible.

Sixty-year-old people, but a trace of old-fashioned domineering, there is no such thing as a prime.

"Hey, let's put down your sword, so pointing at your brother, what it looks like." Murong invincible flashed his eyes and looked at Haoyue. The words in his mouth seemed to blame, but all the people heard the joy and maintenance inside.

Murong’s family will be born, and force is the decisive factor in determining all status.

"Yeah, don't call the Prince's Highness Joke, Haoyue, come over, see His Royal Highness." Murong Yi's excited face turned red and smiled.