Descent of the Phoenix

In the empty hall, the silence is lingering.

The breeze blowing outside the temple, which belongs to the cold of the late autumn, has been thoroughly revealed.

The white clouds are flying in the sky, and the sky is blue.

The golden sun was shining on the earth through the clouds.

Bright and dazzling, but the temperature can not reach this strict hall.

In the temple, along with the cold autumn wind, it was even colder.

The autumn wind fluttered from the white orchid robes of the king of the island, such as water, like ice.

Just under the watchful eyes of everyone in the hall.

Ouyang Yufei supported the body to slowly re-walk in front of the king of the island, the screaming, screaming in front of the king of the island.

There is no word, but this trick has already been explained by action.

He will not resist, he will let him fight.

Inside the temple, it was very quiet.

Wang Hao, the king of the island, looked at Ouyang Yufei, who was kneeling in front of him.

In the depths of the eyes, the waves were moving, but the face was expressionless: "Since the deity is reversed, who will look at it now?"

After all, the backhand fanned the past, and the slap in the face of Ouyang Yufei.

Ouyang Yufei was on the side of the body that was hit by this palm.

A faint bloodshot stream ran down from the corner of the broken mouth.

Without any resistance, Ouyang Yu Fei reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his body was still squatting against the king of the island.

Look at the action of the island of the king.

That face is almost unsightly to distort.

Grit your teeth: "Do not return your hand, well, good, see if the deity is reluctant to kill you today."

Looking at Ouyang Yu Fei did not fight back, but angry to the ultimate King Island.

A voice fell, lifted a foot, and then kicked in front of Ouyang Yufei.

Who is the king of the island?

Ouyang Yufei was a martial arts student who taught him all the time. The effort was only on the Ouyang Yufei.

This thunderous kick kicked out.

Just listening to the sound of a broken bone, it sounded in the dead hall.

Ouyang Yufei was like a ball. He was kicked to the air and fell on the white pillar.

A muffled sound.

"Yu Fei."

Ouyang was flying in the air, there was no first time to start the month.