Descent of the Phoenix

The soldiers in front fell down, and the soldiers behind them immediately made up.

A long gun pierced the opponent's body, not waiting for the rifle to be pulled out, but his body was filled with two **** holes.

The horseshoes traversed and traversed, and trampled on the fallen body. The blood-stained silk was brewed on the land, and the red, endless red dyed the plain.

Life is like a mustard on the battlefield.

One will be a million bones, since ancient times.

A face of iron and cold, Xuanyuan Che looked at the battlefield in front, the sword in his hand held high, and swayed toward the front apex.

The army beside them immediately went round and strangled.

The drums roared and almost smashed the sky.

Haoyue was accompanied by Xuanyuan Che’s chariot and looked at the battlefield of Sifang. Today, he has been shooting for more than ten days.

The death of the King of Fire and the King of Power may have already died. If it survives, the most dangerous stage of healing has passed.

The king of medicine will be able to free up the manual hand.

Regardless of the lives and deaths of others, she must guard Xuanyuan Che.

I think so in my heart, and my eyes are turning at a rapid speed. In the thousands of troops and horses, it seems to be safe, but in reality it is the most dangerous.

In the side of Haoyue, Ouyang flew in a white coat and waved a folding fan, which looked like a cloud of light.

It was like a person in the middle of the battlefield. It was like sightseeing.

The eyes swept swiftly, and the eyes swept away in the blink of an eye.

In the slanting Western Tianchen Terracotta Warriors, suddenly a whole body was dark, and the black arrow of the extreme sinister, cut through the air, and came to the Xuanyuan Che.

The momentum is like a thunder.

It roars and almost breathes people, so people can't give any reaction.

"Ce." He saw the corner of his eye and suddenly yelled.

At the same moment, Xuanyuan Che, who was standing on the chariot, also saw the powerful arrow.