Descent of the Phoenix

The old man with white hair listened to his words, and his face became more and more like a water: "Damn, so strong, come, you are all out, you must kill tonight..."

"I want to kill me, well, I will send it to my door. I will see if you have the ability to accept it." The old man of the white hair has not finished yet, and the sound of a cold and cold voice suddenly bursts into the air. The extreme iron anger.

The old man with white hair suddenly changed his face and stood up.

The black man who was squatting was also shocked. He clearly opened him. Why did he actually catch up here?

They were not allowed to question and be amazed, and the sound of the murdered piano rang through Du Fu.

Not a tune, only one single flight.

It is not a lullaby, nor a killer. It is just a weapon to kill, a weapon that can breathe people.

With a fingertip, the wind blade rises.

The dancing room takes a lot of life, and the fingertips smother everything.

Haoyue held Yaoqin in his left hand, and his right hand grabbed the fast-moving movement of the strings. A pair of wind blades flew out, and the black men who came from all sides, fell one by one.

Want to kill her, let her take their life first.

The blood is splashing and killing.

The old man with white hair saw this whole face twisted into a piece, watching the white moon in the darkness of the night, stepping on the blood, the beautiful sky anger and grievances, but the cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Fast, fast, kill him, kill him." The whole face was distorted, and the white-haired old man yelled as he slammed back.

If such a strong person cannot be used for him, then he must be destroyed.

If he was allowed to enter the palace of the post-Golden country, then the strength of the post-Golden country, this is simply...

The mind turned this thought, but the man quickly retraced backwards and headed for the back door.

And Haoyue did not seem to see him, let him escape to the back door.

"Oh." A slight muffled sound, that is the voice of the dagger into the flesh.

Stepping out of the back door, the white-haired old man stood still and slowly looked down. A dagger was firmly inserted in his chest and went straight into the handle.