Descent of the Phoenix

Time seems to have stopped for a moment, and everyone in the hidden place has stopped to look at it. It should have been settled.

In the small encirclement, Haoyue stood in the middle of the middle, slightly lowered his head, piercing three long swords on his body, and behind her, the sword of the black leader, right in the vest of Haoyue, Has penetrated her clothes.

The moonlight is clean and tidy, everything is clear.

The people around me were relieved, it seems, solved.

In the small encirclement, the leader of the blue cloak opposite the front of the moon, the face was completely distorted, holding a long sword in his hand, but his body was shaking, and his eyes were absolutely shocked and terrified.

"you you……"

The sound of the piano is a stroke, and the blood is splashing.

The blue man opposite the Haoyue, a **** mark appeared on the neck, and at the same moment, his chest slammed, **** splashes, a long scar, splitting out.

The blood was spreading and it was flowing out.

The blue man held the sword in his hand and slowly fell backwards.

The sharp blade was drawn from the body of Haoyue, but there was no trace of blood. He only penetrated the clothes of Haoyue.

The moon, which was slightly lowering his head, slowly raised his head. There was no lore in his eyes, and there was no murderousness that broke out in that moment.

Only cold, it belongs to the coldness of the moon.

No one saw the murderousness that belonged to Murong's moon, because the four chiefs came too well, and the gap surrounded by the azimuth was not revealed.

So they saw it, but none of the others saw it.

The murderousness that came out of the moment in Haoyue was only deeply left in their eyes.

The throat made a few noises, but I couldn’t say a word.

The two chiefs on both sides of the moon, watching the moon in horror, tried to say something, but in the end they only saw the moon surrounded by them, and a cold smile on his face.

It’s glamorous and handsome.