Descent of the Phoenix

Under such pressure, the Xiongnu entered the ranks of the biggest coach of the Xianbei 17th. At this time, the body began to tremble.

The chilly murderousness that came from behind, even in such a hot weather, could not be blocked.

"Master, fast..."

Then the Xiongnu soldiers and horses in the eyes looked like this, one by one, and the irritable screams resounded in the sky.

The two armies fighting against each other could not help but stop at this time.

Everyone's eyes are focused on the two people who chase and run.

The defeat of either side is an important turning point that directly affects the overall situation.

Therefore, the eyes of the soldiers on the side of the battlefield were attracted to the past.

The cold eyes stared coldly at the Xiongnu coach who was rushing toward the Xiongnu camp. The face of Haoyue was an unspeakable cold chestnut.

The dagger in his hand is clenched, and the speed of the horse is getting faster and faster.

Ten feet, nine feet, eight feet, seven feet...

The violentness of both sides is getting closer and closer.

"Oh..." The piercing sound of the broken air came and went, and it was shot toward the moon.

It was the surrounding Xiongnu soldiers and horses. Seeing that Haoyue would catch up with their coach, Cangjie shot down toward Haoyue.

The arrow of the cold chest was broken, and all of them were heading for the rushing moon.

Haoyue has almost caught up with the Xiongnu’s Terracotta Army.

Sitting on the side of the seat, the moon controls the body shape, and the corner of the eye sweeps the momentum of the various arrows, avoiding the sharp arrow shot with the least amount.

Hey, one head, a sharp arrow shot from the cheek of Haoyue.

The body suddenly turned over at once, and the two arrows were shot from the head of the moon and then back.

The people around me were almost in the air with a sigh of relief.

Crazy to catch up, the distance between the two sides is getting closer.