Imperial Phoenix Rules

Only the most central strings remain.

"What is she doing!"

"The strings are broken, only one, how do you play?"

The picked up the piano movement of Junkko, and the people who have attracted the people around them.

"I don't know, shouldn't you use this string?"

"What is the string, what is the song of my sister, the songs of my sister are complicated, and Junkko will know that I have been derived, so I am so mysterious, and the democious!"

A moisture that is also a Qin Ji said.

One of the strings can only be doubled, don't say that the songs who have played the songs that I just played, even simple songs were playing.

This is basic common sense!

In everyone's intake and contemporary, Junkko reached out and dialed only the beloved strings.

"You! Alive my piano!"

Only there is only one string on your own piano, and the blood piano is angry, and the angry is angry.

This piano is her weapon. It is her beloved, and it is actually a broken string by Junku Huang.

Junkko is known that he can't win, and destroys her piano out.

The blood piano is very distressed, and it is very angry.

Junko did not pay attention to her.

She suddenly changed the strings, and ten fingers flying.

A familiar piano sound, under the play of Junkuo, from only the remaining strings.

It is the song that just played the pianoji.

Junkko's fingering is also the finger method of .

Whether it is a tune or a finger, it is exactly the same, and it is perfect.

"This ... how it is possible!"

...

A string is so complicated with such a complicated song ...

This is not in line with the common sense!

But they will soon be surprised, and there is no extra energy to think about how she did it.

A sound piano of Junkko is like a sharp blade, and the hearts of everyone are in the heart of everyone.

As the piano layer stacked, the scene in front of each Mozu in the hall suddenly changed.

The sights in front of them are no longer the hall of the demon, but come to the real battlefield.

On the battlefield, the Mozun army volt the corpse, the blood flows thousands.

The Mozu army defeated.

On the battlefield, there were only hundreds of Mo.

Opposite, counting millions of Ling national army, rushing to them.

I can't wait to pick up the weapon immediately, summon the thrilling, and the enemy that does not exist in opposite.

The gap is so disadvantage, each magic, can't help but red, breathing, and the sweat drops of the bean beans are dropped.

They want to retreat and want to escape.

The gap between the force is too disgusting, and there is no hope for victory.

However, the sound of sound is always in the ear, this sound of sound is straight into the bottom of the heart, he is highly high, and the blood in their body is ignited.

The blood of the priest, not greased, does not take the soul, roaring in the crazy roaring.

"war!"

There were people in them shouted, all the Mozu took out the weapons, summoned the spirit, and took the initiative to meet the Linger's army.

All the Mozu has forgotten life and death, even if it has been scarred, even if it is already in the arrow.

Even if the number of each other is thousands of times.

At the last moment of life, they are proud and proud.

They did a maximum glory as the Mo.