Descent of the Phoenix

"My God." Yan Hu, who was with him, also swallowed.

On the side of the night, you can protect the Xuanyuan safe and safe Rukawa and others, and even now, they have never returned.

Du Han, who is only cold and cold, still looks cold and can't see if he is ecstatic or returning to God.

The stiff cheeks, the autumn marks and Yan Hu looked at each other and walked toward the woods.

Knowing that their Wang Hao was protecting the king with things like traps, he was also notified that he was not allowed to enter the forest.

But they never thought that it was such a powerful thing.

It’s really a ghost. This is the power of the black ball made in the Tianchen State Guards Camp. Is it saltpeter and sulphur?

Yan Hu, who has handled it, is more shocked than anyone.

Stepping into the woods, the dark scorched earth, the messy trees that were blown everywhere, the scene was simply terrible.

The rich smell of gunpowder blew in the air, and the little fire of the stars burned. It felt really not so good.

The corners of the mouth cramps, Xuanyuan Che and Ouyang flew behind the moon, watching the situation around, let the two people pass the wind and the waves, but also can not suppress the shock.

"Heaven, such a great power?" Yan Hu, who stepped into the woods, looked at the inside of the clear forest, which was not seen from the outside, and blurted out.

No one responded to him, and everyone who stepped into the woods was shocked.

"If this is a day when hundreds of thousands of soldiers have a stick, then this world..." Rukawa touched his knees and his eyes were round and round.

Step by step, Xuanyuan Che looked back at Rukawa, eyes, and bright.

Just like his thoughts, such a great power, if his Tianchen is inexhaustible, and the man is equipped with a stick, then there is still power in the world, who can scream with him.