Descent of the Phoenix

The West Factory was dead, and the moon was riding on the military house. At this time, it was a joy.

"A world of worship." The firecrackers blew, and Jin Yuxiang sang loudly.

Haoyue took the big red ball and turned around and the seventeen princesses bowed down to the sky.

"Two worship high church."

Turned to smile, Haoyue looked at the top above, at this time the face of the praise of the post-Golden Lord, the mouth slightly raised a smile, slowly after the gold king of the Lord bowed down.

She came from overseas, and there was only one person in Du. The high court of the seventeen princesses, that is her high church.

The corner of the mouth is full of laughter, and the moon slowly slows down the body.

The high-ranking post-Golden Lord looked at the next month and the seventeen princesses, full of smiles, very happy.

Taizi Chenfei, standing next to the beveled corner, was also full of smiles, carrying his hands and standing in front of the seven halls and the six masters.

A guest, there is no smile at this time.

The knees slowly squat, and when the squatting of the knees is still awkward, the sound of a piece of bamboo is suddenly, the sword light flashes, and countless swords cut through the air, bursting out from inside and outside the main hall, and heading towards the high gold lord. Chen Fei and others came.

Jianguang is empty, and the situation is fierce.

"Get your life." The roar of the cold air tore the elegance of the silk bamboo, the silk bamboo scorpion on the side of the temple, at this time, changed into a change, turned into a lifeless, murderous.

"There are assassins."

"The king is in danger."

"Help."

The situation was steep and the people in the hall suddenly became chaotic.

The sword is hollow, the silver blade is chilly, and it whispers, and it rushes to the high-ranking king.

After the gold king's face changed slightly, but it was also old and heavy. Seeing this without any confusion can not be done, but rather calm and backward.

At the same time, the seven-dollar master standing next to Prince Zichen, roaring, and his palms swooped up, and he wanted to face the sword that was shot in the air.

At this time, the unsuccessful Haoyue stretched out his hand on the ground and jumped up. He rushed toward the nearest gold king who was away from her, and said loudly: "The Lord is careful."