Descent of the Phoenix

A few ups and downs, Haoyue has already smashed a **** road, and rushed to the golden big account of the Huns, standing at the forefront of the battle.

The fire is red, and it’s coming.

Before the golden king of the Huns, several guards suddenly woke up, and shouted, and the long gun in his hand smashed toward the moon.

Up, down, and down, three points, covering the middle and lower three roads.

At the same time, the King of the Huns, who was sitting on the golden king's account, changed his face. The lightning-like hand reached the northern shepherd king, and his body shape flashed backwards.

Fast, otherwise the predecessor will be abandoned, and the moon will flash in the eyes.

In the face of the gun that covered his body, the moon not only did not avoid, but rushed up.

The hands were ghostly caught, and the two soldiers who rushed to the side of the body were thrown at the front of the gun.

Blood splattered, and a few long-handed guns were all stabbed in the past.

What is needed is the opportunity of this moment, kicking a kick in the next month, kicking the soldier on the stabbed soldier in front of him, and borrowing a front flip to hang over the heads of several people.

The guards who were robbed by the Huns were immediately slashed and slashed toward the moon.

In the air, the gun was in a hurry.

The front is close to the king of the Huns.

The tension between the two armies was tense, and everyone’s eyes were focused on the fiery red figure, and everyone’s heart was raised.

The dagger in his hand was in the chest, and the moon did not avoid the long gun that was stabbed in the air. I didn’t know when to wear the white gloved hand, but instead grabbed the stabbing rifle.

At the same time, borrowing power in front of a rush, the hands of the cold man sweeping, the sharp rifle stabbed by the Huns behind him, was cut into two halves by the moon.

Turned over to the ground, dyed with a **** dagger, steadily buckled in the neck of the Xiongnu who flashed backwards, the blood ticking and falling, splashing a field of silence.

Behind him, dozens of rifles had been stabbed on the back of Haoyue, almost touching the meat on her back, but no one dared to shake it, and all the Xiongnu soldiers did not dare to move.