Descent of the Phoenix

Xuanyuan Che looked at the first moment and was still aggressive. At this time, he naturally went to the bed where he went to bed. He picked up his eyebrows slightly and his eyes flashed. She was true.

Looking down, looked at the traces of pale yellow on the fingertips, Xuanyuan Che looked up and looked at the moon that had already gone far. It seems that his little Wang Hao still has a secret.

The night is charming and the cool breeze is like water.

Time flies by, and the blink of an eye is January.

"Boom." A crisp cracking sound rang, and in the garden behind the glazed temple, a stone of the size of a dish, after the insertion of a dagger, broke into pieces.

Standing in the distance of the Xuanyuan Che's dragon riding guards, the first commander of the autumn marks, the mouth twitching constantly, unbelievably watching their little king Wang, the seemingly mediocre Murong Haoyue.

The skill goes to the point where they are princes. It takes absolute power to break a big stone with a sword. It seems that there is no internal force. It is empty and there is a little singularity of the ancient singularity. How can it seem to understate a dagger? This big stone is complete. Broken, how is this possible?

His family prince also deliberately asked him to protect Wang Hao, such a skill, what protection is needed? How is he still protected?

The eyes of the autumn marks are full of shock, but also full of the fanaticism after the shock.

The little king of their family, how old is this.

It is already outstanding.

In the garden, Haoyue holds the dagger in his hand, and his mouth is filled with a smile, proudly.

Her body is fully exercised back.

Sweeping the broken stone, the same object has its weakest place, and the stone is the same. When it attacks its deadly point, it is also a big word.

What she has learned is to find the deadly point and give a fatal blow.

Killing, the same is true, there is no need for a trick, no sharp weapon, as long as a trick, a fatal trick is enough, even if it is a rusted blunt sword, the same can be changed in her hands Become a weapon of the gods.

The ups and downs of the dagger in the hands of the hand, the moon turned to look at the autumn mark: "I want something, do you do it?"

When the autumn marks saw the faint eyes of the moon, they immediately went straight to the body, and said loudly: "Return to Wang Hao, I am ready to go to the inner hall."

Haoyue nodded and turned and walked toward the inner hall. It was the equipment she needed, she couldn’t make rocket cannons, the little advanced and the cold weapons here, it’s hard to beat her.