Descent of the Phoenix

It's almost dazzling.

The swords are vertical and horizontal, in line with the yin wind, in the narrow passage, almost the smoldering of the wolf howling, far away.

In the channel, the echoes of the array are overlapped, thick and distant, like the roar of the dragon.

A sword swept across and cut off the white offensive madness. Xuanyuan Che frowned slightly.

what sound? This should not be the wind of their swords.

The hand was quickly handed out, but the ear was erected, and Xuanyuan was listening to it.

"Booming ......" A bit dull, a bit heavy, like the sound of water is not like the sound of water, nor the sound of the wind, what is this sound?

Xuanyuan Che is frowning, and the white madness of the opposite side of the knife is becoming more and more crazy.

It seems to be desperately trying to be with Xuanyuan.

Although Xuanyuan Che thought that it was normal for them to meet hard work, but in the end, it seems that they do not knock him down. This white statue also has to follow the feeling of death, so Xuanyuan Che is a bit frowning.

"Hey." A flash, Bai Zun cut a knife on the ground.

The bluestone plate immediately broke the mouth of the child's palm and went away.

Such a fierce attack, not hesitate to consume all internal forces.

It’s not crazy to take the opponent under a few tricks.

Xuanyuan Che frown, Bai Zun, what is it doing?

"Booming ......" The dull voice is getting closer and closer, listening to the ear, and getting more and more real.

It is not the echo of the wind, but the fact that there is something close.

Xuanyuan has a moment of heart.

Backhand fast sword, the offensive in the hand is more and more embarrassing, but the ear is pointed sharply.

The momentum is very fast, and there is also a crisp condensate sound in the middle, which is very small and almost negligible.