Descent of the Phoenix

"The hero is a teenager, Murong has a woman like this, fortunately, fortunately." The pale yellow robes stood in the invincible of Murong, the prince of Heavenly Kingdom, and at this time, he made a sound and smiled at the moon.

Tianchen country, the people's customs are open, as long as there is the ability, whoever manages men and women, women can be divided into territories and seal the king.

Put away the sword, the moon slowly goes to the Prince's Highness, she is arrogant, but not sinful, she must not sin.

The strength of a person is limited, and the power of a country is infinite.

Looking at Haoyue's approaching, the silver soft sword shone in the sunlight, and Tianchen Prince Xuanyuan met with this gently picking eyebrows, and the Murong invincible next to him blinked.

"Very good, did not lose the face of the king." Sunshine shimmering gold, a arrogant voice came with a lazy voice, a purple glare.

"Three brothers." Xuanyuan looked up and looked at the people who came out of the room of Haoyue. There was a smile in the eyebrows.

On the side of the Murong family, see Tianchen Wing Wang Xuan Chu from the house of Haoyue, the opening is such a sentence, suddenly made a big realization, feelings will not martial arts, was rejected by Murong home for so long. Month, suddenly it’s so powerful, it’s no wonder that Wing Wang taught it.

Murong Gang and others just did not pay attention to the anger, but at this time Xuanyuan Che appeared, immediately remembered that the soft sword held in the hands of Haoyue was not the unique weapon of the wing king.

The weapon of the gods that is now given by His Majesty.

For a time, people who are smart, nodded.

I don’t want to think about it. Can the first general army, which is heavily guarded, be able to walk like a garden?

Seeing that the purple man was actually the third hall of Tianchen Guosan, Haoyue picked up his eyebrows and threw the soft sword toward him.

"Thanks."

Xuanyuan Che saw a wave of this sleeve robe, and the long sword immediately flew to the moon.

Haoyue brow wrinkled, took the soft sword, looked at Xuanyuan Che.

"First put it here." Waving his sleeves, Xuanyuan Cheung lived in Taizi Xuan and walked outside.

The bright sun shines on the purple clothes, and the dazzling ones can't be overlooked.