Descent of the Phoenix

The cold voice, mixed with iron and iron anger, if he came one step late, his three generals will not be destroyed here.

The left phase has calmed down at this time, seeing this brow wrinkled, holding the hand of the preaching: "Three halls, the sacred is the sacred purpose, the golden mouth of the word, no change, the three halls intact is my blessing, after the return, the emperor must It will be reinstated to restore everything, but now, this imperial order can not be violated, otherwise it will be against the purpose."

The voice fell, and the ten soldiers behind him stepped forward and looked at Xuanyuan Che and Haoyue with no expression.

If it is not soft, it will be hard. Today, we must collect this military power. Otherwise, once we return to Kyoto with Xuanyuan Che, everything will be lost, and there may be earth-shaking changes. They are not allowed to wait.

At this point, Xuanyuan Che and Haoyue seem to be hurt, it is not difficult to deal with, the left side is shocked excessively, and the opposite is a heart.

Seeing this pair of eyes with a slight sigh, I smiled coldly. When I lifted my eyes, I raised my eyes and said, "What about that?"

What about that, it is simply impossible.

"Hello, you dare to despise Wang Ling." The left eye immediately squinted and shouted.

Playing with the dagger in his hand, Hao Yue casually waved his hand, his eyes swept over the 30,000 soldiers who were under the black pressure but silent and silent: "Who heard it?"

There was no sound, no sound, and the 30,000 soldiers looked down at the ground, and there was no other look on the surface.

The high platform was seriously injured. Three people, such as Rukawa, who stood behind Xuanyuan, looked up at the sky and looked at me without seeing anything.

The summer wind is blowing, and the place is quiet.

The face of the left phase sinks like water, and the bite of the teeth creaks.

Haoyue laughed and enchanted, and the sharp dagger on the fingertips turned briskly, as if it were a feather pen, and the eyebrows were ironic.

A wave of hands, immediately after the person lifted the general chair, Xuanyuan Che sleeves slowly sat down.

Cold eyes swept over the left phase, Prince Edward Xuan Cheng, General Fiji, and so on. The eyebrows were cold and cold: "Here, the king has the final say."

Powerful, screaming, arrogant, contemptuous.

"Only respect the generals." Rukawa and others immediately behind him screamed, and 30,000 people were squatting, and the voice almost broke through the sky and rushed into the sky.