Descent of the Phoenix

A sword swept across the long knife that slammed into the moon, and the soft sword in the hands of Xuanyuan Che was almost hit.

There are thousands of pounds in power, no acupuncture points in the body, who is the ultimate in strength, and why ignore all the means and techniques.

Now, what they have met is.

"Hey." It was a muffled sound, and the next month, the next sword, just turned around and saw the night alone.

The wound on the back has already cracked. At this time, the two bronze men are coming to him. The two guards around him have already taken care of themselves. The physical strength of the solitary night has been unable to support it. He could almost see his trembling in a flash.

The two bronze men attacked and smashed down, and the night alone will die.

The brow was slightly wrinkled, and the eyelid saw him die?

If you sigh in your heart, you will return the grace of his protection. After that, the bridge will return to the bridge and the road will return.

In the heart of the move, one month before the rush to grab the front, one will grab the night alone.

At the same moment, Xuanyuan Che turned and passed, and a sword took the long knife on the other side of the moon and handed the attack behind him to Haoyue.

In the battle, the two of them complement each other and have the same mind. They have always been the most proud place of Xuanyuan.

One step was staggered, and Haoyue grabbed the solitary night, and the one who lived alone took the sword from the swords of the two bronzers.

And when she walked, the attack that Xuanyuan Che threw on her, naturally no one could pick it up, and immediately went to the unprepared Xuanyuan.

Whistling the wind, lightning fast.

The face of the eye of the moon suddenly changed his face, and he rushed out: "Rewind."

The blast was close to the body, Xuanyuan's brows were slightly wrinkled, and Haoyue actually did not take the attack. The current body shrank, and a thousand flies and a hair flew obliquely. It was shot from the long knife and the clothes on the shoulders were straight down. A big mouth, if it is a half late...

Yang Jian turned, Xuanyuan Che Chi turned to look at the moon, how to cooperate will be wrong?

At a glance, I saw the scene of Haoyue at this time. Xuanyuan Che understood it and her face was as dark as water. She was holding a solitary night. She was saving her alone night, and she actually abandoned him to save the night.