Descent of the Phoenix

But see the Xiongnu single, an iron black armor, before the big horse, a squat.

The bowstrings and the arrows are out of the sheath, and the two countries are waiting.

The **** red murder on the face in the eye reflects the last madness.

"Booming ......" The sound of the drums of the deaf ears suddenly rushed out, the thick sound of killing, through the Wanli grassland, shattered the top of the sky.

The Northern Shepherd and the Xiongnu rang the drums at the same time.

"Chong." The King of the Huns raised a long sword in his hand, and his blood was red in his eyes. The big screams almost stunned the world.

"Rush."

The 200,000 soldiers and horses of the Xiongnu, surrounded by the three sides of Beimu, accompanied the Xiongnu’s horror, and screamed out.

"Kill." At the same moment, Beimu left wing library miscellaneous wood, right wing Han Fei, slyly waved the sword in his hand, and screamed.

In an instant, I saw iron black and black ink, like a wild horse, and rushed toward the other side, the whole impact.

The sound of the drums is terrifying.

The fierce drums resounded through the sky, making people feel like blood.

It was slightly cool in the late summer and early autumn, but it was cold and cold.

The blood of the war is hot, but it is hot and bloody.

The sword has no eyes and the big knife is slashed.

It is not the northern shepherd who is the Huns. .

The hand fell, the blood was cleft, and the bright colors spattered in the sun.

The grassland, which is only a hundred miles away, is dyed into a reddish piece and spreads out.

I cut the enemy's head with one knife, but I didn't wait for myself to come back. I didn't know the shot from there, and I had already inserted my own chest.

A sword cuts the enemy's thighs, but before he can catch his breath, killing God is already in front of him.

There are people everywhere, blood everywhere.