Descent of the Phoenix

The sound of the flute, the sound of the drums, and the sharpening of the sound, almost wear the roof and go straight into the clouds.

Haoyue frowned slightly, and if he did not stop it, the temple had to be taken down by these two people.

Moreover, even if Xuanyuan Che and Du Gu night did not target the people in this hall, such internal forces could also kill people who did not understand martial arts.

The rest of the temple, she can not ask, but Xuanyuan Che's mother, she can't care.

The squint glanced at the female temples on the corners of the hall, the singer of the palm-sounding instrument, where the piano and the cave were all there.

Get up and walk to the side of a seven-string guqin, sitting on the knees of the moon, pressing the irritability of his heart, and adjusting the tone.

Guqin, she was the first to touch, I hope this body still remembers how to play.

"Hey." At first it was ugly, and gradually got on the right track. It was the first hand of the piano, but it was one.

It is not like the clear sound of the flute, nor the thick and solemn of the drum sound. The sound of the piano is lingering.

It is like the Fengyue Building on the Qinhuai River, welcoming the lingering land, the silky love words around the ear, the inch tongue smells, the graceful figure, a smile of all kinds of style.

The sound of the piano is extremely lingering. In a murderous ambush, it seems that eighteen women in a windy field accidentally entered the killing field.

But this is not the pinch, let the whistle of the whistle sound a slight tremor, almost slipped.

There is no internal force in the month, and she can only surpass the two people, only the murderous, the murderous exercise from the Shura hell.

Not sharp, not devastating, there is no endless iron soldiers in the grassland, no mountain murder hidden, only the breath of death.

The Buddha blocks the Buddha, and the gods stop the absolute death of God.

The lingering sound of the piano rang, the eighteen women enchanted in the murderous scene, and behind her, the **** of death was holding a sickle, and it was extremely dissonant, but with absolute power.

That is the power that can destroy everything.

That is the power that can dominate everything.

The flute sounded a little, and the solitary night looked up and stared at the micro-closed eyes, and the eyes slipped through a trace of surprise.

This strong death and murderousness actually affected him and gave him a fear from his heart. How is this possible?

At the same time, the sound of the golden drum was slightly weak, and Xuanyuan Che also looked at it with his side. This sharp murder, he had seen it, on his little king.