Descent of the Phoenix

Two figures on the ground rushed in two directions.

At the same moment, Du Yi, who has been following Haoyue, has lurked in the past because he saw the appearance of Yun Zhao and others.

I didn't want to make a sudden change at this time, and I couldn't come back to hide the trail behind the assassination, and rushed from the other direction toward Haoyue.

Three people, in three directions, rushed to the top.

The rain, the bigger the more, the more people can't see everything in front of them, only the rain, the cold rain like ice.

Stretching his hand tightly on his chest, he did not pay attention to the dagger that pierced the shoulder on his shoulder, and his big eyes fixedly looked at the moon in the sky.

The look of the eyes repeated alternately on the cold face.

The face that has always been ruthless and ruthless, at this time in the cold, but mixed with anxious and a trace of fear, a trace of fear he does not understand.

The foot did not rush out and grabbed the flying moon.

It seems that it seems so indifferent.

It was just that hand that grabbed the chest tightly, the black and blue eyes, so tight, so anxiously watching the sky fluttering toward the mountains.

The mountain is under the shackles, but if the moon falls down...

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, but it seems like a thousand years.

The air almost solidified at this moment.

The **** figure flew down.

Below, Yun Zhao is a figure rushing.

He is fast, but the moon is falling faster.

Seeing that the fingertips are already catching the shape of Haoyue, the cloud calls for a sudden squat at the foot, and the body loses its weight and falls forward.

Yun Zhao’s eyes only pay attention to the moon in the air, but did not pay attention to the situation at the foot.

Suddenly, at this foot, the barrier was lost. When the cloud called a cockroach, it fell down.

The heart was shocked, Yun Zhao quickly swept his eyes, his heart was cold for a moment, his feet were black and lacquered, and his feet were hanging.

The figure is falling down.

Almost subconscious, Yun Zhao leaned forward toward the forward leaning body, and grabbed the palm of his hand against the mountain cliff.