The Rise of Phoenixes

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With one hand, he stiffened out as hard as hard, cut into his heart, and threw his liver into the temple!

"Oh."

Feng Zhiwei's double knives fought, flicking across the sword net like smoke and rushing into the courtyard. Xueguang flashed blood and light, crossed the opposite swordlight, and cut the knifelight into the opponent's throat.

The sound of the knife tip entering the flesh was slightly alarming, as if the man in the palace was in that year, every man was like a blade cutting into the iron.

"The minister has only seen her one side. The woman is handsome, but she is talented, and she likes it."

Helian, Helian, others have written an understatement, but you are a lifetime.

The sword array in the courtyard broke a hole, more people came up, but the battle array had been forced under the steps. The Fengzhi Wei Shuang Tuan turned into a flower covered with thorns. Splashes of agate-like blood.

In the sky, the sword was cold, the fallen leaves on all sides were instantly crushed, and the fine salt was generally scattered.

A match-for-five battle broke the prairie prince, recognized the aunt injustice, and ate a mouthful of salt.

"Keng." Gu Nanyi's jade sword passed through the golden falcon's golden hammer and penetrated the pride of the prairie eagle.

"Keng." Feng Zhiwei even brought the knife out, ghostly passing through the tiny gap under the opponent's sword net, before he hit the opponent's sword, he passed his knife through the opponent's chest.

"Prairie boy, I am really impressed by my aunt today!"

"Forget to tell you... our prairie, my aunt can also marry."

Helian, Helian, the salt of that year, is now eating in my heart, so astringent, really bitter.

Daylight greeted the sword light, the wind shattered and shattered, the cold air fizzed on all four sides, the steps were cracked, and the ground was covered with blood, and the mottled knife marks were printed on the pillar, and the guards who retreated under the corridor fell Roll up the black cloak.

The dispute between Wang Ting and the Alliance of River Valleys collapsed in his hand in hand with her. The people of Hu Zhuo sang and danced waiting for his return. The young king, smiled Ling Ran frowned.

"Uh."

As he rode through the long grass with a thunderbolt, he ran down from a high hill, and his silver cloak and her black fox fur slapped against each other.

"Uh."

Feng Zhi turned his elbows slightly, moved his steps, and moved his sword horizontally. The sword was as sharp as a horse, with a violent thunderbolt, and he smashed three long swords. The broken tip of the sword was thrown like a star pill and shot into the center of the enemy formation.

In a trance, he heard him laughing over the clouds.

"Zhiwei! Zhiwei! I am with you right now, I'm so happy!"

Helian, Helian, at that moment, so short, so short.

The sword array was shrinking, from the doorway to the courtyard to the lower level to the corridor. She doubled her swords and practiced step by step. The guards were frightened by her fierceness and could not stop walking. There were two brown men in the backyard. Shot.

You are a she-wolf lurking in the grassland. Every tip of the hair carries unsolved poison. You are the number and trap of Zadalan. He is holding you like a walking skeleton.

"Snapped!"

The thorny thorns hit the back, the skin pulled open the deep gully, and the blood spattered the power of silence. King Huzhuo sentenced him to disobey whipping, and everyone silently watched him stained with golden robe.

"Snapped!"

The two men in brown came from the radio and were unsteady. Feng Zhi was slightly bent in the sword formation. Two knives shot over the last two black guards and took their bodies into the room and knocked down the screen. .

There was no weapon in her hand, the other party's eyes showed a happy look, but Feng Zhiwei sneered, her black hair fluttered on her lips, terrified and ruthless, when the other party's sword was in the head, she suddenly leaned over and kneeled, pulling her back with her hand The long knife finally came out of the sheath, the prairie scimitar flashed, and it was ejected in mid-air, Changhong Changri!

The person who was about to slam, the blood rolled away. The flesh flickered with blood.

In a trance was the startling back of his skin that year.

"Zhiwei, I haven't done anything for you, you have to give me a chance."

Helian, Helian, you always think about giving, but never think about it. The only chance you give me in life is to give you revenge.

The wind on all sides suddenly tightened, mixed with a rich **** breath, the corpses of people in black all over the ground, and the blue stone floor was covered with blood stains.

There was only one man in brown, holding a sword and trembling, and his eyes exposed outside the face towel were horrified, but he refused to leave. Feng Zhiwei looked at him coldly, handing the two knives to his right hand and dragging his left hand with a single knife. On the ground, upstairs, entering the corridor, walking through the hall, approaching the screen...drops of blood dripped thickly from the tip of the knife. She stepped forward, and he stepped back.

From the door to the courtyard to the lower level to the front of the gallery, a short distance, like the short life of her acquaintance with Helian, the long street broken window met for the first time...The golden palace is heartbroken...The Qiufu begs to marry …The play on the wall of the academy…the South China Sea went along…the grasslands joined forces to fight the enemy…the Da Yue lurked to rescue each other…Xiliang Qiaoqiao the regent king…he accompanied her through the winds and rains of the north and south, and her life was concentrated in 24 years Blazing, only dedicated to her.

On the last side he promised that she would fill up the ten beauties as soon as possible.

His king's account became empty.

The blood was dripping, and she couldn't wash it out of her eyes, whether it was right or wrong at the moment, she owed it!

The long knife was raised obliquely, and the blood-stained knife pointed at the last courageous man in brown, who stood in front of the screen. After the screen, it must have been Xin Ziyan who had never appeared.

"Rao Ming..." The last step was just about to be taken. A large group of people suddenly appeared in the back hall, both men and women, young and old, all dressed as servants and servants. Seeing this corpse capital shouted in horror, the chaos escaped from all directions.

Feng Zhiwei didn't move.

Injustice has a debt, and she has the blame.

The servants on all sides escaped from her side like running water, and no one dared to look at Feng Zhiwei, who was covered with blood and blood, and looked like evil.

However, there was a person who looked up quickly when she was carrying the burden and passed by her side, her frightened gaze flashed, and she quickly lowered her head to slip past her.

Feng Zhiwei kept staring at the opposite person in brown, and did not notice these laymen, but after a glance at the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw the burden.

The baggage looks very heavy, showing some edges and corners, like gold and silver ingots.

The chaos is imminent, the escape is foolhardy, and a servant remembers to pack up the gold and silver?