Descent of the Phoenix

However, in the eyes of twenty or twenty blood shadow guards, a transparent bright light was ignited, and the long-handed sword was thrown in the backhand, and the land was thrown toward the moon, and the whole channel was heard: "Xie master pointed."

"Oh, after ten days, I am coming to test, who can't reach my request, and directly roll it to me." Haoyue eyes blinked, the murderousness of the whole body, the sudden shot, the chill, the horror, as if From hell, the breath is already fascinating.

"Yes." Twenty blood shadow guards who did not dare to move, all in a big voice, such murderousness is called murderous, they are too weak.

At the moment, Haoyue moved to the side and began to teach the course. It was her experience of more than a decade of mercenary career, from the edge of death.

The sun is shining and the birds are fragrant in the courtyard.

Xuanyuan Che stared at the big stone that had been caught in a hole by the moon, slowly extending the five fingers, condensing the internal force and the fingertips, and then slamming into the big stone.

Just listening to the bang, Xuanyuan gently pumped the corner of the mouth, the fingertips of a five-pointed blood, and there are only five small points on the big stone.

He can't do this because of his strong internal force. How did this month?

Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows high.

"What are you doing?" Commanded the blood film guard, and as soon as he entered, he found that Xuanyuan Che was in a daze in the stone, and his hands were bloody.

Suddenly and arrogantly holding Xuanyuan's hand, while wiping gently, he smiled helplessly: "You, this person, so smart on weekdays, how do you not move your mind today, the human body is limited in strength, you can Hard over the stone."

Xuanyuan Che listened to his head and looked at the moon.

I saw the silver gloves in my hand and put them on Xuanyuan.

“What's in the fingertips?” As soon as he put on the gloves, Xuanyuan Che immediately felt it.

"The fire does not invade, the guns and guns do not enter, this is only a defense, and the attack is the king." Haoyue took Xuanyuan's hand and raised his eyebrows.

This silver silk glove is Xuanyuan Che, she just let the autumn mark add something to it, it can be attacked, retreat, and she wants.

"How many things did you put in your mind?" Xuanyuan Che turned and looked at the waist of Haoyue, raising his brow high.

"You can find out slowly." Haoyue blinked at Xuanyuan Che, and laughed so badly.

"You are a little thing." Xuanyuan Che is helplessly pinching the tip of Haoyue's nose, his face seems annoyed, but his eyes are a thick pet.