Descent of the Phoenix

The cold corner of the mouth outlines a sneer, and the fire king presses on the ice crystal that burns the flame. "Boom" but sees a flame flying around the dragon, and rushes toward Murong invincible.

The hands are flying, the invisible strength comes out, and the blue flame is right.

In an instant, the flames were mixed in midair, with a moment of stagnation.

The fire king saw this cold, and the big hand once again pressed on the ice crystal, and the blue-green ghost fire screamed and violently jumped.

The fire made an arrow and went out toward Murong.

An arrow breaks Murong's invincible defense, straight into Murong's invincible eyebrows, Murong invincible to see this strong mention of an infuriating, twisting the waist, a palm against the fiery flame.

"Hey." Just listening to a loud noise in the air, Murong invincible body shape a squat, and then back a few steps back, high Xuanyuan on the dragon chair, brows slightly wrinkled, a wave of sleeves, a force immediately wrapped Murong, who lived back, was invincible and stopped his stature.

Murong was invincible and stopped in front of the steps under Xuanyuan's high platform. A blood spurted out and his face was pale.

At this time, the people in the hall even sucked up a cold air as if they were stagnant. One face was invincible, and the wildfire was about to burn to the jade bottle.

Cold-eyed squint Xuanyuan Che, the eyes of the Fire King are full of provocation and disdain.

Xuanyuan sees this, the sleeves are waved, and the body stands up and stands up...

"A little bit of a blind eye, how can you do it, let the small people solve it, just sit down and watch the movie." Xuanyuan Che only stood up, a low voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence of a temple.

The people in the hall immediately followed the sound.

I saw a strange **** of a stranger, slowly coming out from behind Chen Tai’s back, slender and tall, with a calm face and a calm body.

Who is this little eunuch?

The ministers in the hall are all acquaintances in the palace. This little **** has never seen it before, but at this time everyone does not have the heart to ask who the stranger who suddenly came out, can solve this situation.

Slowly walked to Murong invincible, the little **** was facing the high above the Xuanyuan Che, looking at the three kings of the island.

Looking at the slender back, Xuanyuan’s heart glimpsed, his eyes flashed, this back, this back...

Haoyue is the month.