Imperial Phoenix Rules

Junkko Hand holds the dragon blood stick, use the acceleration function of the Phoenix to the extreme.

The speed of falling down is very fast, plus the dragon blood sticks to boost.

Three stacks, the speed of Junkuo is fast to imagine.

In the abyss, the hurricane becomes more violent because of her own speed, and the dragon wind is like a sharp blade, cutting her face and the whole body.

Colorful emarks are wrapped in Junkko, and all the power of the hurricane offset all.

A drop of blood, hosted by the wind, like a bloody pearl, suspended in the air.

This is all the blood flowing out from the emperor.

Junkko is like a knife, black gold double-color phoenix waves, and the energy stored in the gas sea quickly consumes.

The speed of Mochun is finally improved.

Her heart is happy, continuously uses the remaining god energy, catching up to Tiantian.

White men have no leaks even if you have any breath, just after the ghost is followed by Junkko.

Snow white skirts are launched, like a lace white butterfly in the dark abyss.

What a beautiful and fragile life.

Now, all of her attention is how to catch up with God, and the reputation and vigilance have fallen to the lowest.

As long as he is right to sign her vest, I will seriously hurt her.

The white man is dark, he wants, the emperor is cold and bloody, and the blood is covered with blood. So what is good, it is worthy of her jump.

Have to say, such a Junkko, it is really touched.

But ... The more beautiful, the more people touch the things, the more accomplished.

Time passed by one minute.

In the endless darkness, it is not possible to have a specific perceived time for a long time.

Perhaps it is half an hour, perhaps a day.

The Junko is very slow to use the energy of the goddess, you want to close the distance from the emperor.

I don't know where the abyss will lead.

The longer the fall, the more you feel, in addition to the wind, there is another power in the air, and it is constantly interfere with her speed.

The white man has been quietly sound, and after the Junkko, he has seen it, then go down three kilometers, there is a black .

The deep abyss of the Holychi bottom can be isolated, and it will be in the end.

Because this gas will only exist in the bottom of the abyss.

Emperor Lingtian has already fallen into black.

There is a good time he handed.

White men's lips look clear, the figure is instantly disappeared.

At the same time, Junkko also sent light from the dragon blood, barely saw the black smoke below.

It is black.

She took at least the first time after passing the black qi.

It is best, of course, before he falls into black.

Now, she is only five hundred meters away from the emperor.

Junkko can see Junmei's beautiful beauty of the gods, there is no blood, the metaphobic raise is all infected by blood, weak.

There is still a constant blood, from the chest.

Junkko bite the lips, crazy burning the energy energy in the gas sea.

The energy of God has been burned by her, and it is no longer able to support such a fast drop.

Junkuo began to burn his strength.

If it is not the same, she will do this.

The emperor saw that Junkou Huang tried to take a smile to his close, pale lips.

The perfect thin lips are gently started.