Descent of the Phoenix

In the killing of these two sides, the black west factory, the western factory established by the generations of the King of the Jin Dynasty, in the silent, a enchanting spark blooms on it.

Black and red, two very different colors meet, under the golden light of spring, exudes dazzling brilliance.

After the absolute authority of the country.

After the Golden State, the weapon of the seven countries.

The West Factory, sinking in the glamorous fire.

On the festive hall of the blood-stained splash, from the beginning of the chaos, he stood on the corner and watched all the clouds. At this time, one person gently attached to the ear and quickly whispered a few words.

Yun Zhao’s eyes suddenly brightened, and a bright smile burst into the face of the nose and blue eyes.

Looking at the murderous moon in the crowd, the smile in the eyes is very happy.

The person behind the slight wave waved his hand and whispered two sentences. The cloud called a hand to fold the fan, and a flash of the body rushed into the killing circle.

In the hands of a folding fan, a piece of paper fan fan, a few from the front of the West factory neck, a **** splash, as fast as a knife.

The whitened fan did not even contaminate a drop of blood.

The blue clothes fluttered, and the clouds called the smiling face of the moon, and the fans fluttered everywhere, and the people blocked, one did not stay.

That kind of clean and neat, even if it is not as good as the one-shot strike of the next month, it is not far behind.

Such a powerful skill, there are still these days, that is, the usual Qinglou is jealous, can also be beaten with a nose and blue eyes.

In the hands of the strings, a flash of anger in the eyebrows of the eye, a finger to pick a string, the silver filament instantly bounced toward the seven hall owners.

The strings are crossed and empty, like ghosts.

The seven-dollar master had not had time to see how Haoyue was forced to come up. The wrists were suddenly cool, and the hand that had been thrown out lost the center of gravity.

The blood was splashing out, and there was the dark palm of the hand, and the seven-dollar master's eyes widened.

There are also two palms of his name in the front, there is only one silver wire on the wrist, and the palms are broken by the wrists, and they are empty.