Descent of the Phoenix

The hot wind flutters, and the steamed person is already sweating.

Aoyunguo Palace.

At this time, on the main hall of the palace, the standing ministers in this hot weather, or this swarming news, all sweaty, the back of the cold.

"Wang Shang, I am proud of the sky city, only three days was ... attacked ..." The commander of the light water of the military, echoed in the main hall of the palace.

Clearly so hot weather, but all the presence of the ministers feel the cold hair straight.

In three days, Tiancheng was broken in just three days.

That is the border between the proud cloud country and the post-Golden country.

The border fortress that once cost a large capital building was destroyed in just three days.

What is this strength? What is this power?

"Whit Island attacked my proud cloud country, what should I do? How to do it?" The face of the proud head of the proud cloud, at this time, the swaying is sweat.

His face was gray, and he saw an anxious.

The island is coming, and the island is hit.

This island, which has not been asked for the past for more than a hundred years, has come over and opened the knife to them. What should I do? How to do?

Manchu Wenwu looked at the proud head of the arrogant cloud, and he could not help but panic.

"What is panic." Cold drink, cold and imperial majesty, and the lonely night sweeps the group of ministers below.

"It's not just a secluded island. It's not a 300,000-strong army. This prince never knows that the people in my proud country are so vulnerable, so timid."

The cold and contemptuous words resounded through the hall, with a cold wind, accidentally blowing away the hot summer heat.

"Wang, that's meditation..."

"What about that?" The words of the proud owner of Jiaoyun have not finished yet. They looked back alone and looked at his father coldly.