Descent of the Phoenix

Shen said: "The moon needs such a shock, the queen of the widow, not only the king of foreigners, but also the great hero of the entire Central Plains.

The widow, the whole Central Plains will serve her.

Are you satisfied with this answer? ”

Ice cooling with absolutely firm words, blocked Murong invincible can not say a word.

It turned out that...

No wonder their king also carries the silver iron bucket.

But it has been pressing the speed, waiting for the troops to attack first.

This is to give credit to the month.

This is an absolute deterrent to Haoyue.

A deterrent to the entire Central Plains.

Tianchen can ask for a foreigner, and the Central Plains can have a foreigner.

But definitely not a queen.

This is a subtle tradition.

The identity speculates on multiple months, and the final wind is coming to the world.

Then, she will stand at an absolute height and stand at the height of gratitude throughout the world.

In this way, who else dares to speak, and who dares to question.

It turned out that their king was playing this idea.

"Wang, you..." Murong's invincible silent half sighed deeply and opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.

"My month is an eagle, and the widow will drown her and the deep palace."

The iron black cloak flickers in the golden light.

The tall back gives the promise of the most sturdy.

I didn’t see it in the next month, and I didn’t hear the promise.

Murong invincible to listen to a moment of embarrassment.

Looking at Xuanyuan Che to go to the city gate to go to the fitness shadow, after the Murong, invincible did not say anything, directly waved, led the way.

The golden light trembles with a refreshing refreshment.

Time is money, time is everything.

On the battlefield, especially on the current battlefield, time and delay can not afford.

Haoyue broke the city, and immediately stopped at a little, and went straight ahead.

Behind him, Xuanyuan Che led the army. When he entered the city, he only saw the last month of the northern shepherd.

The setting sun is like a fire, rendering the earth into an orange color.

The hail of a beggar, in a piece of orange, the beauty of the breath.