Chapter 460

Name：Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Author：Yi Shi Feng Liu
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"You're not going to die." The ethereal voice rings in the ear of Ryukyu, who is torn by the drag and has no breath.

With a little anger, more is really unbelievable.

What is she going to do?

The two sides hold each other. They are ready to kill.

The crazy horse flies by, breaks through the front of the two armies, and rushes forward.

"Xiao Chengying, I've told you three times. If you don't surrender, don't blame me for being rude." The cold and arrogant voice sounded in my ear.

She was almost in front of the Hun's golden tent.

"No way." The same cold voice sounded, and empress Xiao, the northern mu, was full of forbearance and firmness.

"Empress mother, empress mother..." The voice of the five-year-old son, with a cry of forbearance and a shiver of fear, was blowing over thousands of northern herdsmen in the north wind.

The arrow is more and more taut.

No one noticed that the blood had spread out, and the dead could not be the dead crazy horse and the beautiful woman.

"Wang, you are the king of northern herdsmen. Remember, you can't soften the authority of northern herdsmen at any time, and you can't lower the head of northern herdsmen at any time."

A strong voice resounds everywhere.

With determination, with the majestic atmosphere.

There was no response, no roar, only the tighter bow, only the blood red eyes, all the soldiers and horses of northern animal husbandry, just tens of thousands of people, but in such a fierce roar, they sent out the murderous spirit of iron blood, not the spirit of the Huns, but even more.

The Xiongnu king listened to the words and raised his head and laughed. His strong and violent voice went straight to the sky: "well, I'll see when you can support empress Xiao, the northern mu."

"Two."

The arrow is tighter and tighter, and the breath is more and more fierce with the Hun's drink.

"Three."

Crazy Horse beauty is getting closer to the Hun.

"Four."

Ouyang stood on the high slope of the flying horse, unconsciously clenched the hand holding the reins of the horse, and looked at the Ryu moon, which was getting closer and closer to the Hun king.

"Five."

Silence, the north of the air howling, a wave of murderous and resolute.

"Six."