Descent of the Phoenix

Xuanyuan Che did not stop at all, and the sword in his hand crossed the big tree in front of him. Only the Jianguang flashed, and several pieces of wood had been cut.

A sword is backswept, and Xuanyuan Che does not look at it. When the backhand is empty, the cut wooden strips are hit in the back of the river bank.

"Step on." Cold drink, absolute order.

The wooden strip was broken, and it was fall in the autumn mark that was leaping from the water behind him. Murong was invincible, Yan Hu, and the feet of the three were not bad.

One foot stepped on the wooden strip that Xuanyuan Che threw, and the three suddenly flew toward the shore.

When each vertical body falls, Xuanyuan's wooden strips have been broken in advance, falling below the three people, high above the river.

The crocodile below can only look down on the ocean and can't touch it.

How high is the martial arts such as the autumn marks, can you leap from the fierce crocodile attacking, no one is clearer than Xuanyuan.

He still jumped up with Haoyue, and the three of them didn’t even think about it.

Flying in the air, after a while Murong invincible and so on, three people rushed ashore.

"My God." One step on the shore, not a rest, Yan Hu looked back at the river behind him, suddenly opened his mouth in amazement.

The crocodiles in the distance have already rushed to the whole river. At this time, all the black pressure is the iron gray big guy.

If they are taking a step at night, I am afraid that there are not so many crocodiles.

And the water level they were in, the river was tumbling violently, and countless crocodiles were chasing the injured companions.

The sharp teeth, the white tongue of the mouth, fiercely tore off the body of the injured companion, fierce fight.

The blood was splashed, and the red color spread quickly between the waters.

The thick **** smell is pervading the entire space of this side.

In the distance, more and more crocodiles are coming fiercely, and the battle group is expanding and constantly increasing.

The corner of his eyes was cramped, and Murong invincible touched the river in his face. It was such a big age, and he had never seen such a guy, so iron and bloodless.