Descent of the Phoenix

The gaze was concentrated on the surface of the warship that rushed into the island.

Yin Hong's fireball glides across the sky, bringing a trace of fire and reflection on the surface of the sea.

And the black iron ball, with a gloomy breath, whizzed past and tore the air.

The waves on the sea are calm.

Only the speed of the Hidden Island warship rushed forward, and there was a wave of waves breaking open.

The silver iron bucket in the air is not shot down by the iron ball and fireball of the island.

It has already fallen into the edge of the ship of the current Island Warship.

The battleship of the Dingdao warship flew in. The back of the Chinese army, there is still leisurely to outline the silver iron bucket floating on their side.

The corners of the eyes of Haoyue slowly permeated a bloodthirsty smile.

A large number of silver iron barrels broke.

The black crude oil is on the deep blue sea, just like adding a black ribbon to the deep sea.

So fascinating, so gloomy.

At this time, they looked at their incompetent Hidden Island warships.

Already rushing to the black ribbon.

The fingertip touched gently, and the moon hit a ring.

Behind him, Yan Hu, who had been waiting for the order, immediately waved his hand, and a red flag flew up, flying and Xuanyuan Che on top of the main battleship.

The flaming glow reflects the iron black, which is a kind of chilling atmosphere.

Just in the moment when this fiery flag flutters.

On the Tianchen battleship lined up in a row, the silver iron bucket was suddenly put down.

Countless burning, huge fireballs.

I don't know where it suddenly popped up, and I was loaded on a high trebuchet by Tianchen soldiers.

The flames dance, it is a color that burns everything.

"Shooting." A wave of sleeves, Xuanyuan sighed coldly.

The vigorous horn pressed the command of Xuanyuan, and it came out instantly.

Gone with the sea above, and communicate with the entire sea.

The fireball rolls and the arrogance is compelling.

With one order, the fire broke out.

More than the fireball on the shipwreck of the Island, I don’t know how many times the fireball is bigger, cut through the cold sea breeze, and smashed in the direction of the Battleship of the Island.

The demon is full of heaven, and the fire reflects the red below the sea.