Descent of the Phoenix

The lights quickly lit up, and the Xianbei 17 people who made the swords and guns rushed.

"Catch the assassin, can't let them run, catch, don't, kill on the ground, kill on the ground." The nearest Xiongkuo patriarch, who saved the fastest, saw the assassin in the night from being imprisoned. The direction of Haoyue came out, and his face changed instantly, and the loud voice was loud.

In the lunar month, she must not let her go, otherwise it will endless.

The sword is gloomy, and there is a cold air under the light.

The shadows of the people, the Xianbei seventeens resident, this chaos is everywhere, people are dense, and almost instantly, they have put a few feet to see the land, and it is not clear.

The sword passed away, and the blood was splashed.

Haoyue was enshrined in Xuanyuan’s arms, immersed in the head and absorbed Xuanyuan’s breath. Everything outside was not at all in her heart. As long as Xuanyuan was there, she was determined, as long as she was around. Xuanyuan Che, that is, the sky is falling, she will not be alone.

The encirclement of the circle has already been seen, and the Xianbei 17 people are counting on the shackles of the middle, not far away, their horses, suddenly a loud noise screamed.

Immediately after the red fire, overwhelming in the racecourse, the horses field paved with dry grain and grass, the stars fire, instantly became a fire.

In the flames, the sound of the firecrackers, like the sound of firecrackers, is more and more explosive.

The horses are chaotic and the horses are ringing.

Everyone from the Xianbei 17th Nationality stayed at the same time, and the square horse can be surrounded by tens of thousands of horses, all of which were brought from their respective sites.

This fire, this explosion came out, my God.

"Fast, fast, horse..." The Xianbei 17 people who had come back to the moment in a flash, immediately turned around and rushed toward the racecourse.

They have been almost all the time in their lives, and they have learned too well about the habits of horses. Such explosions and fires are simply...

The shape of the U-turn has not yet taken a few steps, the mad horse has already rushed into the sky, and the rush of the iron hooves has come to the fore.

Wanma ran wildly and the momentum was amazing.