Descent of the Phoenix

With a finger hook, a cold dagger has been held in his hand, and the moon hooked his mouth: "The army is out, your opponent has not underestimated you."

"I am not honored." Xuanyuan Che returned to Haoyue and clenched his soft sword.

Look at this momentum, this is definitely the royal iron ride of that country, or the trump card army, even these are all out, it seems that the left side of the wolf into the room has a good thing.

The sound of iron hooves, the saber of the saber, the neat pace of Sensen came.

The knife is cold and murderous.

No speech, no gestures, Haoyue and Xuanyuan Che moved at the same time. Before the moon, Xuanyuan Che was like two tigers rushing toward the **** iron horse.

Thousands of sharp knives waved, and the tiger entered the wolves.

Holding a short sword, I walked away in the moon, and the knife flashed in front of me.

Without the sword light, the short sword can hardly see the figure. Only the **** splashes fall on the ground, very shallow, very few, just like the red flower of the size of a nail, blooming in the grass.

The sword is falling, there is no defense, only the attack, the best defense is the attack. At this moment, Haoyue has played this point to the fullest.

The other side's cold knife is still in the air, her sword has been stabbed in the other's chest, the other side of the knife is still in front of her head, and at the moment, she has stood in front of the other side, for the throat to open A little blood flower.

The action of Haoyue is not fast, but it is very sharp, an unspeakable sharpness. As long as the sword is out, it is a blow to the commandment. She starts with it and never confronts each other with a long knife. She will be on the dead, only the opponent’s fatal. place.

I don't care about my own safety, as if I didn't see the long knife that I cut.

Only when it hurts the key, the hand with silver gloves will catch it with lightning, grab the knife of the cold, and send him to the sky with a sword.

The rest of the time, letting the sword fly, the blood of his body splashed, and the moon seemed to be not the blood of his own body. It was not her own injury, completely ignored, the kind of cold-blooded, staggering.

At the least cost, the slightest injury, for the greatest benefit.

Move quickly at the foot, as long as you go further, you will never back back, only advance, in the thousands of knives, advance.