The Rise of Phoenixes

Remember [www.wuxiaspot.com] in one second, fast update, no pop-up window, free to read!

In front of Feng Zhiwei, there was a stack of guns up to her chest, there were people on both left and right sides, and behind him, a sharp long knife.

She was trapped in the middle and was forced to use an arrow to make her final statement to the suspicious Jin Siyu.

Jin Siyu was smiling.

It’s not important to hit this arrow, it’s not important to hit, it’s best to hit, the coach is killed, Tiansheng is bound to be in chaos, and he will be able to win the game steadily. If he couldn't go back to Tiansheng, Tiansheng's army would be distraught and shocked by the disappointment and turn around the war.

Put it to death, and then come back.

Feng Zhiwei was silent for only a moment, and a long knife fell into the flesh behind him.

She pursed her lips, moved her fingers, and slowly took the bow.

Jin Siyu's eyes flashed and he couldn't help smiling.

Feng Zhiwei smiled helplessly and looked down at the city.

The Chinese army was still like a rock, supporting the coach's flag hunting and flying, the morning dawn was exposed in the distance, and the golden light and sword were splitting the dark gray haze like a sword, passing through the vast snow field and reaching the eyes, reflected by the snow light into the dazzling golden light. The man's robe fluttered, staring at her silently.

The eyes met and saw this beautiful city.

She smiled at him, then, she pulled the bow, took the arrow, and the bow became a full moon.

Mori black's arrow tip was like cold and hateful eyes, silent and firm-toward him.

There was no uproar underneath, and all the people who saw this scene lost their voice in shock.

Ning Yi held her head straight, looking at the woman with a black hair flying above the city head, seeing her calm expression, seeing her eyebrows condensing, seeing that her bow-drawing hand was stable as a stone, and seeing that she was pointing in his direction One cent.

No perfunctory, no falsification, no hesitation, she drew her bow and pointed her arrow at him.

In an instant, Changxi's thirteen years of flying snow came back, whirling and rushing into his internal organs. Those flying snow turned into two years of encounters, and countless pieces of past, cold stuffed into the heart, something was hit and shattered. Pain, creaking like trampled by deep snow.

The responsive guard rushed up, raised his shield, and his face was white, his arms waved away.

I once said that I am here, waiting for you to cross the road and give me a blow.

Today, after the first official meeting of Dijing after that year, your bow and bow are facing each other, are you finally coming to calculate this old account with me?

But see me and kill me.

good very good.

Wan Jun shocked, only he did not move, let, protect, block, looked up at her.

Wan Jun shocked, only she did not change color, only a touch of calm smile, drawn bow.

The bowstring is slightly loud, the long arrow is coming out, Jin Siyu smiles slightly.

At this moment.

The startling change!

Suddenly her arm sank, and her heavy bow knocked on the bunting in front of her. The battering pile shattered instantaneously and turned into a red mist. The body she supported on the bundling lost her support and Huo Ran fell from the head of the city!

A line of meteors flew before the Wanjun, on the snowy fields.

On the horizon far away, the crimson morning sun leaped and jumped.

In the crimson morning sun, the people who fell on the tower of Shizhang lightly fluttered, like a leaf of grass or a trace of feathers, swaying in the golden light on the snowy field.

The people looked up, and forgot to breathe because of the ever-changing city.

The piles shattered, and the blue-red brick mist lifted up the broken cloud that obscured the sight. A hand was caught in the broken cloud, and the lightning caught it.

Caught in the empty space.

There was a faint crackling sound, and a smooth corner of clothing floated in the air.

Jin Siyu stood stunned on the wall.

His hand froze in the empty space, clutching a void.

The heart seems to have fallen into it, cold nihility.

He shrank slowly for a while, and he seemed to hear the rattling of the stiff ganglia.

Feng Zhiwei fell as expected.

At her location, below is the Guards Battalion. Thousands of spears stood upright, and a blood sieve fell upon it.

Her last sober consciousness was to spread her hands and feet in the air and let herself fly lightly. The sound of the rapid falling wind rushed past.

Suddenly it felt very quiet.

"Oh, uh."

Several silhouettes were swept up in the Tiansheng army formation, and they all opened their arms to meet the falling woman, hoping to catch her with their arms, or would rather have made her meat pad.

But there is a figure, stepping on the head, faster than streamer.

The yellow figure burst from the guard camp looking up at the tower, looking like a hurricane. The hurricane dust rolled over everyone's head and flew up with the fastest speed of his life.

He meets the falling Feng Zhiwei.

"Stop him!"

The angry roar on the tower exploded like a thunderbolt.

The awakening guard camps have drawn bows and arrows and raised their guns to pick up the knife to cut, but the man is far above everyone's head, and Yao Yangyu rushed with the murderous cavalry.

Zong Chen looked up at the yellow shadow with some anxiety. Gu Nanyi received the Feng Zhiwei easily, but it was difficult to fall smoothly after receiving it. The huge impulse of the tower fell like the ten masters all together. The consequences of falling into the guard camp can hardly be imagined.

Huang Ying flew longitudinally, lightning flashed, and Feng Zhi's slightly dropped hand had been touched in midair.

When the fingers touched, Gu Nanyi suddenly flicked his fingers, swung his cross arm, and swiftly pushed Feng Zhiwei's figure out of the air.

The straight fall instantly turned into an oblique flight, and the direction of Fengzhi Weifei had fallen outside the guard camp.

Helianzheng Ningyi flew up at the same time. Although the latter was farther away, it was lighter than Helianzheng carrying a large sword. Two figures, one black and one green, almost caught Feng Zhiwei at the same time, and one took her. Hugged her legs one by one.

The two of them had time to look at each other in the air, and each hummed slightly. Under Feng Zhiwei's body, he seemed to have made a move, and then there was a muffled sound, and the two people shook their shoulders.

Over there, Gu Nanyi pushed out Feng Zhiwei with all his strength, and the huge impulse was immediately borne by him alone, and the lips and corners had snorted with blood, and he ran out of breath in the air, and his body collapsed like a stone.

He Lianzheng looked back and immediately let Feng Zhiwei rush to save when he was shocked, but there was nowhere to go.