Descent of the Phoenix

The bows and arrows that overlapped on the outside of the ranch were sharp, aiming at the Hanlan Ranch from all directions, and surrounded a circle.

The dark arrow was in the sun, with a murderous murder.

Sen Yan lined up, bow and arrow gun shields, stacked layers, although wearing ordinary people's clothing, but this is definitely the army, is the army.

They were surrounded by the people of Haoyue.

Ouyang, who was sitting at the end, leaned against the back of the chair, and the corner of his mouth softly outlined a smile.

The 20,000 northern shepherd soldiers who had disappeared from Beimu, who had disappeared from the past, were arranged here. It seems that everything is hidden in the heart of Haoyue.

"Fucking." I don't know who screamed, the leader of the 17th force, but calmed down, and the body that stood up slowly sat down again, brewing a cold madness in the eyebrows of the chill.

The loyalty king who only received Beimu had only brought a few guards, so they came simple, and did not expect her trap.

"The banquet, good, but the scorpion of Beimu, do you think this is all right?" Both hands grabbed the burnt clothes, and Han Fei ripped open his coat, savagely rubbing the blood of his mouth, watching the eyes of Haoyue full. sneer.

As soon as this statement fell, the surrounding 16 power leaders sneered out with a sneer.

Even if you are prepared for it, it is not enough to deal with their seventeen forces.

The sound of the piano is still melodious, and the moon is slowly playing, listening to the words and gently laughing: "The strong dragon does not press the head snake, the king has already sent guests, if the crowd wants to stay, but the people are provoking the king. "The slow sound of the sound echoed in the sound of the piano, and Haoyue looked at the people slightly.

When the leader of the 17th force heard it, the face was flush and it seemed that she was tying them.

With a cold scream, the seventeen princes waved and waved, and when they did not prepare for it, they were jokes, and they could be mixed into today’s dry city, and no one was a mediocre.