Descent of the Phoenix

"Eating people." Haoyue fell two words, rushing forward violently.

Behind him, Murong is invincible and so on. If he doesn't say anything, he turns and follows the moon and flies forward.

Although I ran around in the night of the solitary night, it was a bit of a face, but the moon was changed, and the face was not as important as the quilt.

"Eating people." Xuanyuan Che double eyebrows locked, and squinted and looked back.

A large piece of black pressure, the whole distance can not see the end, all is a piece of black, rolling up and down, like the mountains.

Such a large piece of eating people?

I didn't figure out what it was, but it was so big that it was enough for anyone to change color.

On the night of the solitary rushing toward Xuanyuan, I saw Xuanyuan, who was always on the high, staring at them, and suddenly turned around and ran, and the eyebrows could not help.

He didn't miss the woman who had been standing next to Xuanyuan Che, the sudden discoloration and fury, but he looked in his eyes and listened to his ears.

Such as Sui Yan, everything has not need to say more, what the snow sacred country He Lianyun called the hands of the killing of the gold king, this is simply the face of this Murong Yuyue, or the world's first master to do the month, this looks cheated Someone else can't lie to him.

Stirring the snow holy country and the post-gold situation is like a fire, stirring herself to let her a horse, it turned out to be her, the woman he has been reading in his heart.

Xuanyuan Che, Murong Yuyue, three years of silence, actually here.

The eyebrows moved slightly, and the solitary night suddenly flew up, and the Xuanyuan Che line in front of him flew past.

"Come up, I am carrying you." The hand holding the hand of Haoyue backhand, Xuanyuan Che wants to bring Haoyue to the body, his speed is faster than Haoyue.

"No, save some effort, these things will not be able to smash for a while." Haoyue gnashed his teeth and turned his head, looking at the lonely night behind him.

This is the **** of the thousand knives.

"We have been chased by it for ten days." Cold mouth, catching up with a few people's lonely night.

"What is this?" Murong invincible to hear cheeks cramps.