Chapter 101

Name：Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Author：Yi Shi Feng Liu
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As soon as Ryukyu heard this, he immediately grasped the silk of the sky. As soon as he turned around, he swung far away. The two figures just flashed by. Countless small needles of ox hair were shot out of the trees.

The black needle is as thin as hair and as drizzled as rain. If Ryukyu and xuanyuanche slow down a little, even if they don't shoot into hedgehogs, they will have no cure.

Two figures, ups and downs in the dense forest, rapid and unique.

"It's nice, but it's not very well designed." Ryukyu burst in and hissed.

Xuanyuanche on the other side listened and stared at Ryukyu. At this time, she was still in the mood to comment on these secret devices. Moreover, the mechanism was so well designed and so interconnected. He had to be careful when dealing with it. This guy's voice was really not small.

Ryukyu xuanyuanche stared at her, raised his eyebrows and said with a low smile, "when will I give you an arrangement to show you what is fierce?"

Mechanism concealed weapons are expensive but not expensive. If you don't ambush, you will be killed. If you set up so many overlapping and overlapping mechanisms, as long as you avoid the first one, the second one will not be dangerous, but it will take more effort.

These people don't understand that.

Xuanyuanche listened to Ryukyu's saying, but he raised his eyebrows and said, "well, I'll see how powerful you are."

As they talked, they rushed forward, looking very leisurely. What's the sense of life and death.

This side of the dense forest said that it was not small, said that it was not big, and between the vertical and horizontal Ryukyu and xuanyuanche had gone hand in hand, breaking out of the dense forest full of organs.

Step by step, Ryukyu looks at the dense array in front of him.

A green dress, a cold color cold knife, the sun at noon, should be extremely warm, but here is sending out a cold air, murderous.

In front of the five Zhangs, the square camp is lined with dense green people. At a glance, I'm afraid there are not hundreds of them, blocking all the roads.

Cold Yang, knife light.

Ryukyu's eyes narrowed slightly. This is a soldier. She is sure that the breath of the soldier is totally different from that of the killer. The killer has no sense of collective honor and coordination, but the soldier has. The fighting on the battlefield is totally different from that of the killer.