Descent of the Phoenix

"Brother, go with me." Just in the moment when the voice of the solitary night fell, the other side sounded a voice, and a light black dress, it was Helian Yunzhao.

"Brother, come to my snow saint, what do you want to do, absolutely no one can embarrass you, my snow saint is not to be bullied."

He Lianyun called to look at the moon that wets the hair in the rain, so thin, but so sharp, like a wounded lion, people can not control themselves.

In the cold air, the sparks suddenly splashed.

In the lonely night, He Lianyun called, looking at the night through the dark night, the extreme sparks in the rainy night, quite sharp.

Two torrents flowed in two directions.

The people behind them, stepping forward, the air is tight.

All come, good, good.

Seeing the central goal of resentment appearing together, the anger of the moon is more devastating, and the horse rushes toward the front of the road, and the sharp dagger empties: "Want to go, think about it."

With the anger of the raging sky, the dagger of the cold chest was straight on the night of the alone.

In the same day, the two palms were wrong. One turned over and avoided the hit of the moon. The guard behind him saw this step and stepped forward, trying to interfere.

Du Gu night saw this slightly raised his hand and stopped the action behind the guard.

The anger of Haoyue, he can think of it, if this is the case, then let her eliminate the fire, and ignite everything.

The cold face, the two palms danced, and the one-night backhand hit the palm of the hand and hit it up.

He had a good knowledge of Haoyue, and he couldn’t help him not to fight back. For a time, the whole person bullied and struggled with Haoyue.

The dagger is broken, and lightning is fast.

The palm of the hand swept, like a snake.

In the dark night, I can hardly see the shape of the solitary night and the moon, and I can only see the purple gold, a group of pale yellow, and cross together.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, from the beginning of the drizzle, gradually continuous, the silk raindrops cut through the air, the moisture is silent.

The autumn wind is flying, and on the Russell Road, the more people are cold and boneless.