Descent of the Phoenix

At first glance, it is like the spring grass after the rain.

In the form of a former servant and a flourishing attitude, he began to poke the original.

Start out from anywhere in the mountains.

The green hills are faint, and the shadows are burning.

The fierce drum sound echoed in the green hills, and it was raging.

Countless echoes, accompanied by fierce burgeoning, meet and roar in the mountains.

There are people everywhere, and there are soldiers and horses everywhere.

Looking up, the mountains of various colors are constantly emerging.

Head-up, black-pressed soldiers show their body shape from the foot of the mountain.

Looking back, behind the soldiers and horses, the layers are stacked.

In a circle, what I saw, except for the verdant mountain grass, all of them are people, all of them are soldiers and horses.

It's as if they are at the bottom of a basin.

On the basin edge, on the basin wall, all are enemies, all.

It took all the eyes of the remaining soldiers of the island.

The ears of all the remaining soldiers of the island were messed up.

Desperate the heart of escape.

Being surrounded, they are really surrounded.

The face of the four islands of the island, it is already difficult to see the extreme.

They have never experienced such a failure.

Never fallen to such a result.

Being forced twice as powerful as them, they trapped them everywhere and forced them to such a desperate situation.

"Kill it..."

Such as mercury and diarrhea, all kinds of hills and horses have long been waiting for the soldiers and horses, roaring, furious, rushing toward the island of the horses at the foot of the mountains.

From all directions, overwhelming.

On this day, they waited too long and waited too long.

At last they should have a sigh of relief, and finally they should avenge their hatred.

Terracotta and horses, like flying.

"Chong, fast, rushing out to this side, fast..." In the thousands of murderous killings, Mu Sheng’s face was dark but his eyes were sharply pointed out in one direction.

The only weak direction in a layered package.

Suddenly screamed, when the horse first rushed.

In that direction, the green hills are stacked and the road is rugged. It is an escape route that can be missed.

Can't sit still, can't just surrender, absolutely not.

The horses rushed, and the four holy sacred islands with the remaining tens of thousands of soldiers in the island.