Descent of the Phoenix: 13 Years Old Princess Consort -
Chapter 817
Chapter 817: 817
Ten thousand square shooting, sharp arrows from all directions, potential to encircle the three kings of Ming island into a hedgehog .
"Go . " With a shout of violence, the three kings' body shape surged up to three or four Zhang in one leap . They stepped on the rocket and rushed out as fast as lightning .
Even if they are able to reach the sky, if they are trapped in an encirclement, they will not die .
It's the best way to fall into the ambush .
Standing high and xuanyuanche on the star picking hall, seeing this cold hum, I mentioned the big bow on the star picking loft Pavilion .
Gold arrow with bow, silver bow wide open .
Xuanyuanche aimed at the king of fire, and put his fingers on it .
In an instant, I saw a golden light passing through the clouds and breaking through the moon . Under the bright moonlight, there was a golden arc . The sound of tearing the air made people scared .
Golden competition, such as into the realm of no one, rowing through the air, who can block .
The golden arrow broke through the air . It was much faster than the rocket of the forbidden guards . In a blink of an eye, it was in front of the king of fire .
"Bang . " Listen to a light sound, blood burst, sprinkle to the sky .
In the dark sky that ten thousand rockets shine like day, all people can see it .
The fire king's hand is empty . I planned to split the arrow directly . I didn't want to break the sky with my palm power, but I only split the golden arrow by half an inch . I couldn't change my moves . The golden arrow rushed by and was shot down by xuanyuanche .
The body shape is wrong, and the king of power passing by sees this . He grabs the king of fire . His body shape flashes and rushes out of the rocket formation .
"What a heavenly king! We have recognized this battle . It will never be so easy next time . "
The night was dark, and the voice of indifference came from the sky . As soon as the wrist was raised, xuanyuanche grasped the silver bow, which was colder than the voice of Yaowang: "I will accompany you at any time . "
"Anytime . . . "
Xuanyuanche's voice is still falling . The autumn trace below, Murong invincible, Yanhu, and others are shouting .
Thousands of people roar in the night sky, curtain roll up the sky, magnificent .
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