Descent of the Phoenix: 13 Years Old Princess Consort

It's almost dazzling. The sword Qi is crisscrossing and the wind is blowing. In the narrow passage, it almost blows out the wolf's howling gloom and spreads far away.

In the passage, the echoes overlap, thick and distant, like the roar of a dragon.

A sword sweep, cut open white Zun crazy offensive, xuanyuanche slightly frowned.

What sound? This should not be the sound of the wind brought by their swords.

Hands quickly handed out, but the ears are up, xuanyuanche ears to listen.

"Boom..." It's a little dull, a little thick. It's like the sound of water, and it's not like the sound of the wind. What's the sound?

Xuanyuanche is frowning. The crazy sword posture of white Zun on the opposite side is more and more crazy.

It seems that I have to fight with xuanyuanche.

Although xuanyuanche thinks it's normal for them to fight desperately when they meet, it seems that they will not defeat him in the exhausting world. This white Zun will also follow the feeling of death, which makes xuanyuanche frown a little.

"Bang." A flash, white Zun a knife cut in the ground.

The bluestone page immediately cracks the opening as big as the child's palm and winds away.

Such a fierce attack will cost all internal power.

Either have full assurance to win the opponent in a few moves, or be crazy.

Xuanyuanche frowns. What is baizun doing?

"Boom..." And the muffled voice came nearer, and the truer he heard it.

It's not the echo of the wind, it's something approaching.

Xuanyuanche's heart felt a moment of awe.

Backhand quick sword, the attack in the hand is more and more fierce, but the ear is sharp.

The trend is very fast, and there is a crackling and crisp condensation in the middle, which is very small, almost negligible.