Descent of the Phoenix

When I heard the silk in the moon, a spin was far over, and the two figures flashed. There were countless small needles in the trees, and they shot them over and over.

The black poison needle is as thin as the hair, and it is like a drizzle. If the moon and the Xuanyuan are slow, it will not be shot as a hedgehog.

Two figures, ups and downs in the jungle, swiftly gone.

"It's pretty good, but the design is not very good."

Xuanyuan Che on the side listened to the words, could not help but look at the moon, this time she actually has the mind to comment on these organs, and the design of this organ is so subtle, so interlocking, he must be careful, this guy The tone is not too small.

During the month of Xuanyuan, she was so embarrassed that she couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows and whispered: "When, I will arrange one for you, what will make you call it powerful."

The secret weapon is not expensive, but it is not ambush. If an ambush is a blow, it is necessary to set up such multiple overlapping and overlapping organs. As long as people come to avoid the first place, there is nothing in the second place. Dangerous, but it takes a little more effort.

These people still don't understand this truth.

Xuanyuan Che listened to the moon like this, could not help but raise a brow: "Well, I have to see how powerful you are."

The two talked and squatted forward, looking very leisurely, what is the speed of life and death, the feeling of life and death.

This side of the jungle said that the small is not small, said that the big is not big, the vertical and horizontal between the moon and Xuanyuan Che have gone hand in hand, from the jungle covered with organs.

Step by step, Haoyue looked at the crowd in front of him.

A green blouse, a cold cold knife, the sun shining at noon, it should be extremely warm, but this place exudes a cold, murderous.

In the front of the five feet of land, the square camp listed a dense green man, at first glance, fearing that there are not hundreds of thousands, blocking all roads.

Cold sun, knife light.

Haoyue’s eyes are slightly stunned. This is a soldier. She is sure that the smell of the soldiers is completely different from that of the killers. The killers have no collective sense of honor and cooperation, but the soldiers have the killing of the soldiers on the battlefield. Unlike the killer's kill.