Descent of the Phoenix

Into the military, the remaining number of soldiers and horses, but 100,000 soldiers, quietly without a trace of fighting spirit.

The blue sky is on, the blue is refreshing.

"Kill it..." The whole army entered the mountain range, and the killing sound behind it broke out.

Along with the dust, the coalition forces of Dugu Night and Beimu arrived.

"Fast." Four saints waved and rushed toward the mountains.

The speed at which people escape is always fast.

Not a moment, I opened up the coalition forces of the two countries behind me, and even the killing voice could not be heard.

"Stay one..."

"Where to escape?"

The words of the water sanitation have not been spoken yet, and the mountain on the left side suddenly violently screams, and countless arrogant countries and horses rushed out.

Overwhelming, dense and confusing.

"Come on." When the plane is upright, turn and withdraw.

The mountains and the mountains, the four islands of the island are running fast, and they are turning around in the mountains.

After a short time, the violent screams behind him were silent and should be smashed by them.

The whole body is sweaty, and the horses and horses of the island are tired and can't be tired.

Leaning on the stone, Mu Sheng looked at the topography and rubbed his forehead. "After a few miles, find a hidden place, we are doing something..."

"Revenge, the soldiers who died for our Snow Holy Land, revenge and hate..."

The words of Mu Sheng have not been finished yet. In front of them, suddenly there are too many soldiers from the top of the mountain, and the bows and arrows are slightly.

That is, the terracotta warriors of the Snow Country are the holy country of the snow.

The 100,000 soldiers and horses in the island are all glimpsed, and the reflection is escaping. Yes, it is reflective.

"Not good, we seem to be surrounded." Shui Sheng ran on the side of the horse, while screaming.

"Aoyun terracotta, snow sacred horses, they have long been waiting here." Tusheng face iron blue.

"Whether it is an ambush, we must go out from here and go out." Mu Sheng's eyes are almost blood red.

"Booming ......" is in the mouth of the wooden sacred voice.

The deafening drums suddenly screamed in the sky, coming from all directions.

Crossing countless hills, winding through countless hills, one after another, you come to me.

Countless people began to emerge from the foothills of the mountains and the mountains.