Descent of the Phoenix

On the battlefield in front of you, Haoyue is a big one.

The proud position is not the snow holy country, the plain of the horse Pingchuan, there is no place to escape.

Only sleepy, only negative and stubborn.

Standing tall on the horse, Haoyue looked coldly at the battlefield in front of him.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in the island have been divided into several pieces by her team and bombs.

The first and last ends cannot be connected.

She was surrounded by her and the squad of the night.

The defeat of the Hidden Island is only a matter of time.

The light of the black lacquer in the eyes flashed, and I couldn’t see what it meant.

It’s just a slight dagger, and Han Fei, who has been following her, hasn’t moved.

The iron bucket bomb exploded on the unmanned scorched earth.

She needs a lot of power.

She needs the victory of this war.

However, it does not mean that she likes to kill.

She fights, and she will never kill it as long as you surrender.

High and high-end sitting on the horse, Haoyue micro-eyes looked at the lonely night from the battlefield.

The silver armor of a body looks so bright under the golden light.

So outstanding, so cold.

The vertical horse was killed from the battlefield, and the solitary night and the moon were merged together.

"Nothing?" Side, looking at the close to the alone night, Haoyue asked very brief.

The solitary night heard the silence for a moment, no sound, just nodded.

Lema, standing side by side with Haoyue.

Nothing, he will definitely be fine.

Seeing the solitary night, I said that Haoyue did not say anything more. He only turned his head and continued to look at the battlefield.

Under the golden sun, the iron is black and silver, and it stands together.

Yes, so dazzling.

"Will you join in the final battlefield?"

Just around the scenes of a killing sound, but they are surrounded by silence, and the solitary night standing side by side with Haoyue, suddenly opened to ask for the month.

Haoyue heard the eyes of the battlefield, slightly deep, deep in the bottom of the eye, flashing a trace of waves.

Behind him, Han Fei is approaching the round-trip.

Hearing his words, he couldn’t help but look at the cold and beautiful eyes, just like the snow lotus in the mountains.