Descent of the Phoenix

After throwing the next sentence, Ouyang Yufei, who was surprised to be surprised, continued her woodwork.

The mountain wind blew, the treetops rustled, and the air was extremely fresh.

After three days, the carpenter was completed.

Ouyang Yufei looked at it inexplicably and looked at it. He was thrown at the foot of the mountain and he didn't care about it. He didn't think about what he could do.

And when the carpenter craftsmanship was busy in the month of the month, the battlefield was ever-changing, and Xuanyuan Che and the Southern Song Dynasty had been in full swing.

The battlefield is vertical and horizontal, and there are dozens of miles.

On this day, the sun shone, the sun shone from the deep blue sky, and began to spread out.

The drums roared, and thousands of troops screamed.

Another positive confrontation.

Tianchen’s army was all out, and Xuanyuan’s dear headed.

Killing the sky, the plains are devastating.

The horses flew and rushed into the Xuanyuan Che, who was in the middle of the command.

Xuanyuan Che stood on the chariot, and the iron armor was flashing in the golden light, exuding the sturdy iron and suffocating power.

In the hands of the soft sword, thousands of soldiers and horses move.

A sword swings, Xuanyuan Che looked at the battlefield from top to bottom, and the side of the side looked at the moon that came over.

Haoyue Chao Xuan 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕 辕

The exchange of language, silently exchanged in that eye.

The battle is fierce, and the killing sounds come and go.

Throughout the ages, the most heroic thing has been nothing but the battlefield.

I saw the smoldering sword and spear, in the gorgeous golden sunshine, with a gloomy light, ruthless vertical and horizontal.

The blood spattered along the cold awns and sprinkled into the sky. It was like a thin red mist that blocked the sunlight. It was so beautiful, but it was so cruel.

War horses, the knife came to the gun.