Descent of the Phoenix

Now, the boulder is still standing in the middle section, then Ouyang is flying in a white and conspicuous pole, and is holding the huge stone with one hand.

Underneath him, the Northern Shepherd horse rushed up from his body and smothered at the exit.

And behind them, the flames are spreading in a majestic manner.

In the eyes, the murderous air is rising.

Haoyue raised his sword in his hand and screamed: "Give me a kill." The horse rushed to the siege of the Xiongnu.

"Kill it." The 30,000 soldiers behind him immediately followed the madness.

"Come on the reinforcements and come to the reinforcements."

"Insist, hold on..."

Being surrounded by the right wing of the valley, I was so excited that I was killed more and more.

Abandoning the horse, the moon rushed toward Ouyang.

Ouyang Yufei is a martial artist. If you want to come out of such a situation, it is extremely easy.

However, at this time, he did not go, but supported the boulder that could crush him, and propped up an activity for the North Herd soldiers below.

And he hung in the middle of the road, a white dress almost became the target of the arrow, the bright red blood almost dyed the white clothes, the plum blossoms.

A flying body, a sword cut the head of this Hun's coach.

Haoyue turned like a monkey and climbed up to the middle of the mountain where Ouyang flew.

"How?" I haven’t done it yet, and Zhang Yue shouted.

"You are slowing down, it is estimated that you will return to your hometown, cough." It is still the kind of leisurely tone, but Haoyue listened to the strong support of Ouyang Yufei.

With the silk fixed to the body, Haoyue flew from the top of the valley and Ouyang Yufei.

A hand grabbed the neckline of Ouyang Yufei, while waving with a long sword in his hand, he picked up the long arrow that was shot around for Ouyang Yufei.