Descent of the Phoenix

The eyes of the fine-smelling eyes swept away the audience of the Highness, and the loud voice: "Everyone, according to the preparations of the earlier, go all out.

Our Snow Country has been pressed for so long, now it is time for us to be ashamed. ”

"Do not snow this hatred, swear not to be human."

The ministers of the temple were slamming, and all the fighting spirits were high.

The screaming screams almost broke through the pillars of the head, and crossed the sky and nine days.

In the loud voice, the generals of the temple, Wenchen, rushed out of the main hall of the Snow Holy Land and headed for the intended position.

Wearing a battle armor, wearing a robes.

A black and red armor, the obvious cloud call is like the top of the golden sun, hot and beautiful.

"Wang, let's go, the widow is here waiting for you to win."

Sitting high above the dragon chair, the sacred pride of the Lord of the Snow, the face of the iron, the face of the victory.

Yun Zhao did not say anything, only a little bit of a slap, turned and went out of the hall, going to where he should go.

The sun is shining, and the golden light of the twilight is reddish.

From the horse, Xuanyuan is a knife and a horse outside the city.

Looking at the almost one-sided offensive in front of him, the island is advancing at the festival, and the Snow Saint is only a stubborn defense, and the corner of the mouth outlines a sneer.

Cold eyebrows pick one, Xuanyuan Che big hand wave forward.

Immediately, the Chinese army immediately following him immediately launched the chariot, the trebuchet and the silver iron bucket.

A piece of silver shines in the golden sunlight of the sky.

A few miles away, you can see the reflective white.

It has been madly attacking the sacred islands of the snow-clad capital city gate and the post-Golden country terracotta warriors, and immediately was dazzled by the silver white.

One by one, they turned their heads and looked backwards.

It’s murderous and full of people.

Looking from afar, I can barely see my head at a glance. It is the terracotta warrior of Tianchen.

They... they are surrounded...

And, and that silver... that silver...

The tens of thousands of soldiers and horses that followed the Gongshangjiao’s sacred sacred islands were not confronted with Haoyue and Xuanyuan, but they did not mean that they did not know this silver.

The kind of irresistible can destroy everything.

They can't resist the silver completely.