Descent of the Phoenix

Is this ugly? This is the Murong Yuyue?

God, how is this like this? How could it be so looks? This woman, this woman, who is he?

A shocked step back, the face of Prince Edward Xuan Cheng is an indescribable shock.

He remembers in his top secret treasure house, the man who accidentally crashed into it, and was almost killed in the treasure house. He once had a painting, and there was a piece of the book, the portrait above, Haoyue...the record above...

The moonlight is bright, and in the night of the early summer season, Prince Xuan Xuan suddenly feels a cold, a burst of cold from the bottom of my heart.

"You follow Wang Hao." Xuanyuan Che saw this wave, and immediately a small team to keep up with Haoyue, they are all the best players of his forward.

The night blast, Haoyue with this small squad, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and galloped away.

Taking a deep breath, Xuanyuan’s cold and cold glanced at the inexplicable Xuanyuan Cheng, a pale, paper-like left-handed man, and sighed coldly: “He will go.”

The flag was inviting, and the night was horrible. The 40,000 tigers pressed the left phase and the prince Xuanyuan and flew toward the capital.

The sky is sky, and it is destined to sleepless tonight.

Tianchen Guodu, the Beijing garrison army blocked the entire city gate, and no one allowed to enter or leave the city.

The right phase controls the inner lining of the capital, but this is controlled by the left.

Holding a mouth and nose, a knife crossed, the blood stained a face, and the person in front of him fell silently.

On the left side of the city gate corner, there are only one corpse in the hundreds of Beijing garrison troops. The wrists of the moon are rising, and the silk is flying out, firmly holding the wall above, and the toes are on the wall. Flying in.

Behind him, a small team of tigers pushed the hundreds of bodies to the wall, one by one, and quickly climbed over the high walls, and the wind did not alarm people in other directions.

The figure is like electricity, and it runs away.

At this time, the Tianchen Palace was brightly lit, and the Tianwu Palace was full of civil and military officials. The atmosphere was extremely serious.

And the numerous black shadows on the periphery flashed silently in the dark night, and the place was gloomy.

In this gloomy, Xuanyuan Che's glass house is even more sturdy, and the murderousness of the place, the **** color across the temple of the glazed temple, filled with blood and killing in the swaying lights.