Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Chapter 1613

Chapter 1613

There was a grim gloom.

Out of the window, the autumn wind is flying, bringing up golden leaves.

The sky is green as green, and the sea is blue as weaving.

The golden sun in autumn sprinkles on the sea, and the surging waves take on sparkling light.

That kind of leisure and serenity is the charm of nature.

At this time, on the sea surface of the East China Sea, the flame island is in a murderous state, without a trace of tranquility.

Banners and trumpets.

In the whole sea area, the three sides hold each other and kill each other fiercely.

I saw the black battle s.h.i.+p of Ming island lying on the side of Huo island.

Swords and swords go out of their sheaths, wars.h.i.+ps are ready, and all weapons are arched.

Just wait for a command, and you'll have thousands of them.

On the opposite side of them, the iron and black Tianchen wars.h.i.+p spread out.

That kind of sharp triangle attack formation, which aims to get the sharpness and cutting, even more vividly.

On the main battle s.h.i.+p headed by him, Ouyang Yufei is light blue and stands tall in the bow.

The sea breeze blew his black hair and long gown.

Almost the water and the sky meet each other, and people and the sea dissolve into one.

Behind him, xuanyuanche and ryukue, who came back from the aquatic Island, stood perfectly.

I don't mind being the foil of Ouyang Yufei at all.

And it's just to the southeast of the Tianchen army horse and the flame Island army horse.

A team of Tianchen wars.h.i.+ps sharpened their swords and h.o.a.rded at the side of the flame Island soldiers.

The head of the autumn trace and Yan Hu, in front of the Ming island after the war, covetous.

Close, two sides.

Blue sea and blue world, this side is murderous.

Fear of its one command, it is burning.

The flags are flying. The clouds on the main battle s.h.i.+p of Ming island will look at the leisurely and elegant Ouyang.

His face was livid, and his eyes were almost on fire.

"Ouyang Yufei, you traitor, shameless thing..."

A group of leisurely Ouyang Yufei is facing Yunjiang, and interrupts Yunjiang's words with a slow wave of folding fan.

"It's already the enemy. What's the use of just cursing? It's better to see the real chapter under your hand."

Waving the folding fan in his hand, Ouyang is graceful and self-confident.