Descent of the Phoenix

Xuanyuan Che swept the left side and looked at it. The eyebrows were all suffocating. Those who hit him wanted to go, not so easy.

"You..." The left face suddenly looked blue.

This Murong Yu Yue Zhang Zhang he did not know today, but did not want to Zhang Zhangcheng.

"What's more, this Wang Hao teaches a few Tianchen soldiers, what credentials are needed, and you can't look at it with a pleasing eye. How do you take me?"

Cold eyes swept through the front ten soldiers who were not moving, but each guarded, sneer a sneer, and dropped a dagger in the back, only wearing the silver gloves: "Don't say that this king is bullying."

When the voice fell, the high stage suddenly burst into laughter. Their Wang Hao was only thirteen years old. The soldier in front of him was not in his twenties. He was bullied and their Wang Hao was funny.

Xuanyuan Che took over the dagger that was thrown in the moon and slowly played it.

Behind Zhou Cheng saw this step, the ear and Xuanyuan Che whispered: "General, they are very powerful, Wang Hao..."

When the words were not finished, Xuanyuan Che slowly shook his hand. His moon was not a slap in the face. The silver gloves were much more powerful than the daggers.

A black face, a wolverine, but the momentum is shocking, step by step in the next month, the face is a scorn, the right index finger extends out to the ten people a vertical, followed by a reverse, the index finger points to the ground, the attitude is crazy.

"Who has passed the ten tricks of this king, today Wang Xi will let him go, otherwise..." The words behind did not speak, but the meaning is self-evident.

The ten people saw this, and they looked at each other and waved their swords in their hands.

Seeing a sword coming from the waist, cut to the waist of the moon, the moon has not responded, and the surrounding soldiers suddenly screamed.

However, the exclamation came out. The body was still moving in the field, but the hand was lightning-like and grabbed toward the long sword. The exclamation of everyone was stuck in the throat, only to see the silvery long sword. The slamming sound was caught by the moon, and the figure was swaying. The half-headed sword had been inserted into the chest of the sword-bearing soldier.

Everything, but in the blink of an eye.

The remaining nine soldiers immediately changed their face, and the shots were even more unreserved and focused.

The butterfly flies, the silver hand is more powerful than the weapon of the gods.

The two hands were wrong, only the bones rang, and one fell down with his head.