Chapter 293: An eye for an eye 11

"Hey." A burst of sound began, and the six-speaking lord who rushed to the front of Haoyue, a blood spurted out, and the blouse broke.
Blood infiltrates from the skin, and tiny red marks are scattered throughout the body of the six halls, and all are fatal.
The cold cold smacked the corners of the mouth, and the moon did not look at the six church owners who stood still, and turned to make a gesture to the monks in the hall.
"Brother, go fast, the Ninetowns Mars and the United States came." The gesture was done, and the rushed out to stop Chen Fei's cloud call, suddenly rushed back, and lowered the voice toward the moon.
He rushed out one step at a time, seeing that he had to catch up with the Chen Fei, and he didn’t want to escape from the chaos. After the rush of the nine-city terracotta warriors, he rushed to meet Chen Fei, who had smashed the encirclement.
Three thousand banned soldiers and horses, even if he can rush to kill Chen Fei, others can kill him, this is not too cost-effective.
One month later, I heard a big drink: "Go."
As the piano fluttered, it rushed out toward the gate.
The sound of the piano splashed, and no one dared to stop.
There are no seven churches and six owners. The rest of the people here are the opponents of Haoyue.
All the dark guards disguised as squatting people immediately gathered behind Haoyue and rushed out toward the door.
Going abroad, getting on the horse, going wild.
The singer geisha was scattered into the chaotic crowd, and all the arrangements were closely combined, leaving no traces.
"Give me chase." With the army's body, after the gold prince Chen Fei is not afraid, led the army, the horse will rush back to the squadron of the squadron of the squad, and it is encountering the moon and the cloud And go.
Turning the horse's head, the army is catching up.
Blood red eyes, Haoyue, today did not pull your skin, pumped your ribs, do not understand the hatred of the heart, Chen Fei a bite of the teeth almost crushed.
Flying horses go, Haoyue rushes toward the suburbs, and the cloud calls follow.
The 10,000-strong squadron was chasing after the horses, and the horses kicked and kicked, frantically and fiercely. The shock was in the post-Golden capital, and almost all of them would have to be shocked.