Descent of the Phoenix

The soldiers are in the island, waiting for this time.

"Prepare the army, go out."

Hong Liang’s sighs straight up and goes up to the sky, and squats up from the main hall of Tianchen.

After a month from the end of the world, Tianchen Emperor re-launched.

Goal, the overseas millennium overlord, the island.

I was smashed by blood, and I was bullied by the vastness of my country.

I don’t report to the Central Plains to attack me in the Central Plains, and it hurts me thousands of souls.

Never give up.

The world is bustling with the enemy.

The people are willing to join hands and firmly support the crusade.

In late autumn, the green leaves have turned to golden.

Looking from afar, everything in the heavens and the earth began to haunt a desolate.

A desolate that belongs to late autumn.

The sea is growing more and more, and the seagulls fly over the azure sea.

The white fluttering dance brings a deep autumn atmosphere that belongs to the ocean.

The autumn wind is cold, and the Shanghai winds in the Tianchen sea area are bursting.

In this late autumn, the cold is a bit sharp, shaved on the person's face, cold and cold.

Tianchen, the East China Sea.

The black-pressed ship almost covered the entire East China Sea.

At first glance, there are almost no sides, thousands of warships.

On these warships, countless soldiers stood quietly and held their breath.

The team, a boat, looked at it, just like the iron-colored ice, standing between the heavens and the earth, Megatron and Kyushu.

Three large warships are at the forefront of thousands of warships.

At this time, Yun Zhao and Ouyang Yufei have been above Gao Li and the leftmost warship.

Xiao Tai’s golden armor, standing on the cold side of the battleship.

However, three iconic warships, the most middle one.

Xuanyuan Che has an iron-black armor, and it has an icy and majestic radiance in the autumn wind, burning and shining, standing and centering.

By his side, the moon was hitting the red, and the sea breeze blew her black hair.

It’s cold and beautiful.

The three kings stand tall and come out.

Xuan Yiyi, a golden-yellow Emperor's robes, stood at the beach.

Standing next to him, dressed in a serious and serious Chen Taihou and Bei Mu Wang Ye Lihong.

The three hands are holding the jade cup high.