Descent of the Phoenix

"Boom." The flame with a high foot height suddenly rises in this mountain forest. There are many trees in the mountains. This is a sudden fire, but the fire of the fire is amazing, and it instantly rushes to the bottom of the field. Haoyue and Xuanyuan Che et al.

A white dress danced at the top of the mountain, and looked alone at the fire below. He shot, not like the Snow Saint, complicated but useless. He shot and killed.

Behind him, the horseshoe sounded, and Xuanyuan’s dragon rider was about to rush.

The white figure finally glanced at the emerald blue plaque that was about to be surrounded by the mountain fire. It turned cold and turned and disappeared behind the forest.

Fire, the fire of the sky, spread in an instant.

In the smashing field below, Xuanyuan Che saw the overwhelming fire between the moments, and suddenly changed his face.

"Someone set fire." The cold anger was Xuanyuan's cheeky face.

They are in a place where there are many mountains and grasses. At this time, it is such a big fire that it is all his way back.

"Don't look." The cold, cold drink without a trace of popularity suddenly sounded, and the front of the moon did not return, but the speed at the foot was getting faster.

I didn't look up at the mountain fire that came to my face. I only looked at everything in front of me. I wanted to avoid this flame. First of all, I had to look out for this Shura field. Otherwise, everything would be talkative.

Xuanyuan Che suddenly heard it, and immediately understood that when the next sound was not heard, the sword dance in the hands was like a blast, and it was murderous.

There are more and more wounds on the body, and more and more people are falling down in the hands. The speed is getting faster and faster, and the blocking force in front is getting weaker and weaker.

The black hair is empty, the faint hill fire rises and the demon red shines on the moon, which is the color of blood.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger.

As the wind blows in the mountains, the flames of the raging are more and more prosperous, and the blink of an eye has become a powerful force.

The hot and hot, already reflected in the body of Haoyue and Xuanyuan Che, the hot temperature is the power that can burn everything.

"Go." A sword cut the last person, the encirclement of the front has not yet formed, and the moon screamed and rushed out.

Xuanyuan Che, who was followed by a back, blocked the long knife from the stab, and grabbed the moon in front. The figure was like a flying arrow, and he rushed out toward the front.

Once you have torn the encirclement and want to stop them, it is impossible.