Beast Concubine: Demon Queen of the Ghost King

In the sky, Wuyun is getting bigger and bigger, the huge shadow, amazing gas.

A thunder, rolling from the sky.

The sky above the head, the clouds changed, rolled, roared, and pressed over.

The top of the mountain is like a sharp sword in the dark clouds, trembling, cutting through the sky, bombarding the stuffy thunder, one by one, blowing the sound of the rolling sky.

The first heavy rain was flying in the spring day, and the momentum was magnificent.

Washing everything.

Aotian has been ambushing for five hours in the majestic heavy rain with the male heroes of Phoenix Valley, and lurking motionlessly.

He wanted to do it, but he had only 300,000 soldiers and horses. All the elite soldiers in Phoenix Valley were here. He took them out of the Phoenix Valley, and naturally he would bring them back to Phoenix Valley.

Each of them is a dowry prepared by Qingfeng for himself, he feels distressed!

Now, in addition to killing, he has learned to converge his temper, and just wants to exchange the greatest success at the minimum cost.

At midnight, it was the time when the people's spirit was the most sluggish. He raid at that time, it was best.

His Qingfeng would not spend a soldier and one soldier, but he just led her million soldiers in various countries to show his face, which could let the Three Kingdoms coalition forces retreat.

Isn't it?

Although he never cares about his woman is very powerful!

The corner of Aotian's mouth was raised, cold and sharp, but when I thought of the warm figure in the memory, a warm color flashed in the bottom of the eyes.

She is the sunshine in his life, illuminating his world.

And this sunny sun will accompany him and fight at all times.

Although he didn't have any plans to dominate the world, he also knew that as a member of the Ming Dynasty, he was destined to escape the shackles. Until now, the prince was still him, even if he left the Ming Kingdom.

These are doomed to be too bland.

Although, he doesn't care about the position of Prince Her Prince?

But Mingguo is the home that he once struggled for it, he couldn't bear it!

He never thought that the Qingfeng Pass was in the deep courtyard, so as not to let her involve in danger.

Because, that is blasphemy, the blasphemy of Qingfeng.

It was the blasphemy of Qingfeng, who loved him deeply, and devoted himself to the desecration of Qingfeng.

Love, you should live and die with each other, and rush forward together.

Regardless of whether it is Dao Mountain or Fire Sea, you should hold hands and face it together.

Born, born together.

Dead, die together.

His Qingfeng is not a flower that cannot undergo wind and rain in the greenhouse, but the evergreen tree that welcomes the wind in the storm.

The sky is dark, and the moment of change.

"Do it!" In the black rainy night, his voice was cold and killed, full of decision.

When everyone was the most sleepy, the heroes who led the Phoenix Valley appeared in Duan Yu's 500,000 troops.

The entire earth under the night rain is completely shrouded in the collision of blood and killing.

That is life that is writing ballads, but blood accumulation of tragedy with blood.

No crazy roar.

No shouting.

It is completely accurate to extreme attacks, all of which are exquisite.

The sky keeps falling in blood and tears.

There are no fancy tricks, only the swords of the sword kept flashing sharp light in the night rain.

That's the real blood.

There is also the kind of domineering that is born and then born.

Whoever me, but to kill all the fierce killing.

This is a cruel reality. If you want to survive, you can only take the lead in chopping the other party.

If the other party does not fall, then it will be yourself.

The sharp sword in Aotian's hand, like harvesting the sickle of the wheat, kept harvesting his life, his skills are agile to dazzling, the blade rolled with white snow, like a white wave, the place where he passed, a wolf borrowed, until the other party could not make a army.

A black armor made his face more smooth as five, his lips were red, his nose was tall, and his deep eyes looked like deep ponds.

Flowing, slipping through the outline of the face.

At his side, under his feet, there were thousands of tired corpses, bloody everywhere.

The war was raging, everything was mourning, the earth was shocking, and the sky was bleeding. He stood in the blood pool of blood. Even though he was killed, he was still proud as a towering snowy mountain, which made people look up.

The ghost king has never been named.

Duan Yu's face changed greatly. He was countless, and he didn't count such a quick appearance, and his eyes narrowed slightly: he came too fast, and he was afraid of rushing on the front line of the killing.

At this moment Duan Yu's eyes seemed to see the rainy night, between the shadow of a sword and sword, he seemed to have a golden light, just like the nineteenth five -year -old rotten, the eyes were glad, it was not dare to look at it.

His gaze swept through those heroes with a strong posture, and he was even more resentful in his eyes.

Damn, the woman really took her hard work in the past three years.

It wasn't until recently that he knew that at the junction of the five countries, a mysterious and powerful force appeared, not someone else, it was Qingfeng.

The woman was worried for three years, just to stand beside him in order to be bright and bright.

He is jealous! Jealous of Aotian's good luck, in this world, there is such a person who can do his heart for him.

If the woman's favorite person is him, what is the same for him ... help!

Nangong Aotian, you make the men all over the world jealous!

A cold slipping passed by Duan Yu's eyes, his voice slowly and coldly said slowly: "Take the arrow!"

"His Royal Highness ..." The guard around wanted to remind Duan Yu. At this moment, they were on the way to escape, but they were scared by the coldness of Duan Yu's eyes.

The guard quickly handed over the silver bow on Duan Yu, slowly rubbing the crossbow arrows, four fingers together, tightening the thumb, touching the arrow, bowing, bending the crossbow, and loosening the holding finger of the holding arrow!

Silver cold and cold crossbow arrows, leaving the string, giving away the healthy body above the battlefield, go suddenly!

At that time, he watched Aotian, Qingfeng, and others slipped away from his eyelids. For three years, he worked hard for this moment.

The cold arrow broke the air, and the silver splattered.

Suddenly, I saw Antian's body like a full moon, a round arm bent, and a sword throwing it. The cold blade was like a self -lightened electric flash, and the thunder was hit.

Duan Yu's silver arrow was hit by him with a thunderstorm, and he was hit by him.

Duan Yu's eyes were flourishing, and another sharp arrow came from the air.

Der circular arrows, he has worked hard for three years of hard work, and is created by the man in front of him!

So far, no one can avoid it!