Descent of the Phoenix

Flying in the vertical direction, Xuanyuan Che led the moon quickly.

Seeing Xuanyuan Xuan in the moon did not say, did not ask, followed by Xuanyuan Che.

In an instant, they wore the Xiongnu regiment and slanted out from the camp, immediately on the edge of the Qingbi grassland.

At the same moment, the raging terracotta warriors also speed, the entire front has moved forward hundreds of meters.

Looking at the forward movement of the front line, Xuanyuan’s eyes flashed.

In one fell swoop, a red signal flared off.

Accompanied by this red pyrotechnic bomb.

The Qingbi grassland on both sides of the main battlefield, which was originally uninhabited, suddenly shot two terracotta warriors from left and right.

However, there are only a dozen people.

Leaning out, more than a dozen people were holding the burning red torches in their hands.

The eyes of the moon are moving.

A dozen or so people from both sides are coming very quickly, but they are not close to the battlefield.

The old man stopped and threw his hand into the already prickly grassland.

"Boom." Immediately, these torches seemed to ignite the fuse.

The raging fire of the red dragonfly spread to the Huns and horses and wild wolves that were struggling to confront each other.

The speed is as fast as the wind.

The flames came from the left and right, and the high-speed shot from the center.

The position of the pair is exactly where the Xiongnu striker and the wild wolf striker are at the battle.

The flame is fierce and hot.

The wild wolf is afraid of fire is nature.

Seeing that the fire is burning, I can't hide from the subconscious.

On that side of the territory, a horizontal line was vacated in an instant.

The wolf is fast, the flame is faster, and only a line is withdrawn.

The spark that burned from both sides, the bang came together and flew up.

At this time, if you look down from the sky.