Descent of the Phoenix

The battlefield is changing rapidly at this time, and she is not allowed to be tender and affectionate. She can't allow her to ask more questions. Follow Xuanyuan Che, and protect his safety.

The sky was blue and the breeze was flying. The sun began to sink a little, and the three went to the direction of the southern Song Dynasty.

It’s lightning fast, and it’s ten miles.

Standing on the hillside at the junction of the Southern Song Dynasty and the Tianchen Army, Xuanyuan looked down and looked down. He couldn’t help but see it.

Under the hillside, a black crushed man.

Tianchen soldiers and horses are neatly arranged, killing and killing, and they are all waiting for them. They are all cavalry.

This is when Xuanyuan Che prepared, it seems that the two wing forwards gathered in one place.

In front of them, the Southern Song Dynasty lost 100,000 soldiers and horses, and apparently did not know the Chinese army.

The corner of the mouth outlines the cold smile, Xuanyuan Che backhand took the bow of the black rider, took the bow and took the arrow, and shot it toward the red sky.

Just listen to a sharp arrow and smash the void, and bloom on the top of the Tianchen Terracotta Warriors.

"Booming ......" The drums instantly twitched, the front general Zhou Cheng, a wave of long swords, and the sound of the horseshoes in the moment, the black iron hooves stepped out.

Tianchen two-wing forwards rushed toward the Southern Song Dynasty.

At this time, knowing that Tianchen’s entire line was defeated, the Southern Song Dynasty’s Chinese army did its best. The entire Southern Song Dynasty’s army had only tens of thousands of horses, which was equivalent to being empty. Although there were hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses on both wings, they did not move.

And the reserve of hundreds of thousands of Southern Song Dynasty soldiers and horses, but after the Chinese army camp, at this time, the consequences of the Tianchen two-wing striker rushed...

Haoyue finally understood Xuanyuan Che’s sentence, and now it’s only what it means. The drug king ruined his Tianchen’s hundreds of thousands of grains, which was to be recovered from the Southern Song Dynasty.

The red sun hangs in the western sky, the red light scatters, and the white clouds that are reflected are also red, fascinating.

The battlefield is changing, preemptive, and then made to people.