Novel Name : Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort

Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Chapter 1335

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Chapter 1335

All the way back from the Ming island and Houjin.

The blockade of Tianchen and Beimu immediately surrounded Houjin and Mingdao.

There are northern herdsmen on the top, Aoyun on the left, Xuesheng on the bottom and Tianchen on the right.

He pinched out the encirclement formation and formed a four-way situation.

It's a closed door fight.

In the Central Plains war situation, no one thought that Tianchen was such a thundering force.

An instant of ecstasy, of rage.

In Aoyun Kingdom, Ming island and Houjin Chinese army barracks.

"Pa." A deafening sound of fragmentation sounded, and there was no sound in all directions.

"How could it have been, how could it have been, that we were not dead, that we were taken in by him, ah, how could it have been."

In the account of the Chinese military camp.

One of the nine saints in the hell island is the wood saint, with an iron blue face.

The fire from those eyes almost burned everything.

Next to him are the Gold Saints, water saints and earth saints who attack Aoyun kingdom.

As for the other five saints, Gong Shang Jiao Zhengyu and the five are responsible for attacking the snow holy kingdom.

Not here at the moment.

The water Saint sitting under the head of the wood saint is also full of iron.

The steely features were almost distorted by anger.

Holding the latest news from the rear, it has been crushed by powerful internal force.

"Deception, a good xuanyuanche, to die and later generation, good, good."

Holding the long sword in his hand, the murderous Qi in Jinsheng's eyes could not be blocked.

"We underestimated him, and we underestimated her."

The earthly sage reclined on the back of his chair, his face sinking like water.

If you want to die, you will survive.

Avoid their heavy military pressure, and wait for them to fall into such a situation.

Just to reappear Fanbing, a good xuanyuanche, a good Ryukyu.

A room of low air pressure, autumn season, incredibly cold as if to frostbite people.

"Then, then, what now?" In this low pressure, Chen Fei, the king of the later Jin Dynasty, underestimated his companionship and spoke carefully.

In front of the nine saints of Hades, although he is the leader of a country, he dare not have any Madness at all.

Always be careful.

"Shut up for me." Mu Sheng drinks loudly.

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