Descent of the Phoenix

His eyes were sharp and round, and the look on the surface of Fei Cheng was almost distorted as a ghost. He reached out and tried to grasp the figure of the person in front of him, but he could not grasp it.

The fingers stiffened in the air and the half slid down.

In the blood of a place, Fei Cheng went down.

The corner of the eye outlines a sneer, and the moon does not look back. She calculated the time of the poisonous hair. She hurt the Xuanyuan Che, and she will not let go.

eye for eye.

The sound of the piano is four, killing the sky.

All of Xuanyuan’s sentiments were carefully selected. After the Golden State, in addition to the seven churches and the six church owners, the rest did not have much skill.

In the fierce fight, it suddenly fell.

"Summon the people of the West Factory, fast." Behind the guards of the six halls of the main body, a **** almost screaming Chen Fei, blood red eyes screaming.

Howling, it is the sharp whistle.

The six hall owners almost shouted dumb, but no one came around, how come back, the people of the West Factory went there? Why haven't you come yet?

The bad thoughts in my heart tumbling sharply, and the six main faces were ugly.

"You don't have to be summoned, they can't come." The corner of the mouth is sinister. The moon slanted and flew, and the five fingers swung on the Yaoqin, while sneering at the big voice.

When this was said, the face of Jin Guo’s face changed greatly in the hall. West factory, can you say that the West Factory...

At this time, this gloomy western factory became more and more gloomy.

The first four churches, the last three churches, fell down a lot of people, the countless corpses in the black building, the cold and cold taste, the more icy cold.

And those who did not fall down, at this time, they were chased by the poisoned white people, chasing the suburbs, and being motivated to kill.

His West Factory has never eaten such a big loss for so many years. Dare to poison so many people, never let go.

In the woods in the suburbs, a piece of smashing sounds.

No one can hear the summons of the six masters.

No one realized that there was anything wrong with this.