Descent of the Phoenix

"Who said that I gave up." The words of the host on the stage have not been finished yet. A cold voice suddenly broke through the silent venue, and the coldness came.

Cold and hard with iron.

The people who were calm around the venue suddenly felt stunned, and the joyful face turned to look at the sounding place. Their most optimistic month came.

"Come on, come..." In the hustle and bustle of the sudden, on the northeast corner of the venue, two figures flew in.

When the head, the moon white of the moon has already been dyed gray, the bright red plum on the top has turned into a red, a dirty.

But this is the filth, but the chilling and irony of the moon, the original cold in this **** brew, exudes the iron wrath of the hardest.

The belt is floating in the wind, and the air is coming from the air.

Unconsciously, without any thoughts, the spectators of this party immediately moved their pace and let the road ahead.

In the shouting of horror, a straight road splits in the crowds of people and leads to the high platform.

Haoyue looked cold and walked through the layers of the crowd and walked toward the platform.

Along the way, all the people held their breath, and this amazing murderousness almost made them chill.

Behind him, Yun Zhao carried out the broken piano that had caught a few strings in Haoyue, and frowned slightly behind him. There was no way to use Yaoqin in his hand. What attack was used today?

The gray clothes fluttered, and the amazing murderous approached.

"Let's borrow." One step before the final celebration of the first musical instrument team, Haoyue grabbed a glimpse of a woman's hand and walked up the stage.

The host who stood on the platform came to see the moon coming, and immediately turned to look at the Lishui City Lord on the VIP seat.

"It’s finally here." The owner of Lishui City also saw a bloody, sullen moon, and the whole heart slackened and finally came.