Descent of the Phoenix: 13 Years Old Princess Consort

The river is very calm, there is nothing on the river, only a bamboo raft.

The sun is shining on the river. It's sparkling and beautiful.

Fly a leap, xuanyuanche a step to stand on the bamboo strip.

When the bamboo strips sink, they are not allowed to make any action. The bamboo strips floating on the river are suddenly tightened.

The rope tied at the other end straightened up as if it had been waiting for this moment.

"Drive." On the other side of the river in the distance, a loud roar came from the wind.

In an instant, the bamboo strips were almost flying when they were pulled by the rope on the surface of the water. They were flying towards the other side of the river as fast as arrows.

Xuanyuanche stands on the bamboo strip, and sees the six masters of the Ming island behind him.

Black, blue, red, green, white, gold, six colors come from flying, step by step standing on the shore.

Green Zun's eyes swept away, and suddenly stepped back and hit the big tree on the bank.

Just listen to a loud click. The big tree with thick and thin waistline of adult was broken by Hongzun's lazy waist.

At the same moment, Jin Zun leaned forward, his sword was as fast as a bunch of flowers, and he quickly crossed the tree that was broken.

The sharp point of the sword is continuous, and the palm is as thin and thick as a piece of wood. In the golden light, it shoots rapidly into the hands of the other four people standing on the bank.

When a piece of wood is thrown out, I stare at the blue Zun, black Zun, female Zun and white Zun of xuanyuanche. At the same time, my figure flashes, and I leap to the piece of wood thrown out towards the water.

It's so easy to cross the river.

Flying from here, I was in the middle of the river.

Six Zun's speed is almost twice as fast as xuanyuanche's, and they are approaching in a flash.

Facing xuanyuanche is a lunge.

However, in this instant, the waves suddenly turned under the calm river, and the starting point of the ripples was immediately rippling. Countless water arrows came from under the river, towards the six figures of Ming island.