Descent of the Phoenix

A few words full of arrogance, instantly blocked the words of the proud head of the proud cloud to the mouth.

Looking down at the group of ministers looking down from the main hall, the solitary night stood up coldly.

The golden white sleeves waved, as if to bring a cold air.

"After a few years of stable days, I can't finish my proud spirit?" The cold eyes looked down on the group of ministers.

"Who I still remember, my grandfather's ancestral training, said."

A word, clear and cold, but it seems to hit a big thunder out of thin air, blasting on the main hall.

"Cheat my proud, kill."

"Move me proud, kill."

"Dare to fight, I am a proud person, kill."

Kill, the last sound is almost like the spring thunder blasting in the sky, the reverberation around the beam, long time no break.

The robes are waving, and in these three killings, the proud martial arts will be out in the same line, and they will scream at the night.

"At the end, please fight."

"The last will be fighting..."

"The end will..."

When the sound is broken, the sound of dust rises, with an absolute orphan, and with absolute absolute killing, whoever I am.

Under the cold face, the icy mouth has been slightly hooked.

Du Gu night looked at the group of people who were full of encouragement, and slowly nodded: "Remember, good."

"My proud cloud is not a kind of kind, others have been bullied to my door, even if it is powerful and how? Do we hand in hand?

Hey, this proud cloud is ours, and his fate can only be dominated by ourselves.

If you dare to bully me, let me call back.

I proudly never give in to his under the island, even if the jade is burned. ”

The words of the cold and cold, but with no resentment, with a real decisive.

"Kill..." screams in the sky, breaking through the blue sky and white clouds, straight up above the nine.