The blade passed.

The blade passed slowly.

Wherever the blade passed, the snow was still falling and the wind was still blowing. The cut was uneventful. There was no landslide or ground crack. The violent sword energy at the previous moment seemed to be just a fleeting illusion. Karsus' hand

Still trembling, the dead gray fog continues to swallow the dark red fog.

The world moves on.

Nothing seems to have changed.

The knife did not stop, but continued to move forward. The knife cut through the wind, passed through the night, and finally cut off a piece of snow.

A piece of snow was divided into two halves, one half fell to the ground, and the other half stayed on the knife. The moonlight reflected the snow on the knife, which made it especially desolate.

The knife advanced another inch, Lao Du exhaled in one breath, and the force of the knife finally reached its end.

The world still has not stopped for this knife, the wind and snow are still lingering, and the dark red mist is shaking even the last layer of the shell.

Almost as long as he takes another breath, Karsus' soul will rot into mud together with his body, and he will no longer have to endure the erosion of time and will sleep here forever.

However, Lao Du was still breathing in slowly, retracting his steps slowly, and adjusting the position of the knife in his hand.

His movements were so gentle and soothing that they didn't look like he was fighting at all, but more like he was performing a perfect sword show.

At this moment, he was preparing to perform the most standard knife-shuttering pose to bring a precise and elegant end to this performance.

The last layer of dark red mist is as thin as paper, and has already developed layers of cracks.

The next moment, everything will be over.

The next moment.

Lao Du put away the knife, and the knife sliced ​​into the air so gently and soothingly, just as calmly as when it was drawn out.

It's so plain that you can clearly feel every detail of closing the knife: the sound of the wind, the sound of falling snow, the arc of the rotation of the wrist, the arc of the knife in the air, and the sound of the wind and snow blowing on the knife.

The ethereal sound.

Everything is natural and smooth, as if it were born this way, and it should be as it should be, like a river flowing into the sea, the sun setting in the west, cicadas living and dying, and the world being destroyed and reborn.

Lao Du's hand drew the last arc steadily, and the knife finally returned to its original position, as if it had never really left, like a fallen leaf finally returning to its roots, and a piece of residual snow finally falling to the ground.

A piece of residual snow finally fell to the ground.

The residual snow remaining on the blade finally slipped off Ruyue's blade and landed on the snow.

"Rustling——" The sound of falling snow was so soft that it was almost hard to hear.

But it fell so lightly on almost everyone's heart that everyone felt like it was snowing in their hearts.

The moment the snow fell, the raging deathly gray mist in the distance suddenly dissipated without any warning, as if the mist had never appeared in this world.

Karsus, who had already reached his limit, completely fell to his knees on the ground. I believe that if it weren't for his lich physique, he would have fainted.

Nasus, who had always seemed to be at ease, suddenly grasped his emerald green scepter, and inserted the scepter into the deep snow as if to support himself from falling.

The heavy fire directly stirred up snow mist that was three yards high.

The time that was originally static began to flow, the snow continued to fall, and the wind continued to blow.

Chen Senran let out a long breath. It was only now that he had a chance to take a slight breath. In fact, only by standing near Lao Du could he clearly understand the horror of the knife just now.

That knife was not at all as dull as it seemed on the surface. It had already intimidated the whole world, drawing every breath to that dull and simple knife.

Chen Senran had no doubt that if he moved just now, he would be completely torn into pieces by that knife.

Before the power of the sword is withdrawn, the sword is heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are that sword.

Lao Du still didn't put away his knife, his eyes were still staring at the lingering snow mist.

Obviously Nasus is not dead yet, that damn kobold's vitality is so tenacious that it's scary.

After two breaths.

When the snow and fog cleared, Chen Senran saw Nasus through the extremely weak scarlet light emitted by Kazik.

He was indeed not dead, but at some point there was a hideous wound on the kobold's face from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, with blood flowing out of it. He didn't seem to feel any pain, didn't moan, didn't shout, and just used his hands.

He squeezed the emerald-green scepter tightly and used such force that every meridian in his hand stood out like a snake.

His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, anger, and murderous ferocity. He was really angry and was really desperate.

You know, even seventeen years ago, the thirteen top summoners did not push him so hard.

But now, that hateful guy actually left a wound on his face.

He was bleeding. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had blood.

"You actually made me bleed..." Nasus was no longer as calm as before, almost yelling through gritted teeth, "They all must die." His eyebrows trembled as he spoke, and his entire face

They are all ferocious and almost twisted.

The kobold gasped and raised the emerald green scepter again, but this time his movements were obviously much slower, and the dead gray light also gathered quite slowly. Obviously, the knife just now was

The damage caused to him was not just as simple as the scar on his face.

Neither Chen Senran nor Lao Du paid attention to the kobold's verbal threats. Chen Senran was more worried about whether the old ghost Karsus would die directly.

After all, the old ghost had been kneeling down for a long time. Looking from the back, it looked like he was really dead.

Lao Du, on the other hand, directly pulled the knife back again. He used a silent movement to tell Nasus that his death was inevitable.

But what Chen Senran didn't see was that Lao Du's hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

The war is about to break out.

The wind and snow howled like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Nasus' hand holding the scepter suddenly moved, just when Chen Senran thought that another thick, deathly gray fog was coming.

There was a sudden heavy snowstorm, and then another sudden heavy snowstorm, exactly the same as the last time when Swain was surrounded and killed.

Chen Senran's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to speak out to remind Lao Du, but the violent wind and snow made him almost speechless.

After a breath, the wind and snow suddenly stopped.

Nasus had disappeared, but Lao Du still held his knife and performed his knife-hiding pose, successfully reaching a mountain as he wished.

"Old Du..." Chen Senran frowned. Judging from Lao Du's situation, it was obvious that what was a killer move for Chen Senran just now should be just a small trick in his eyes.

But he did nothing...

A siege that cost Chen Senran so much effort ended in failure, which made Chen Senran a little unable to control his emotions. After all, after this failure, the next time he wants to kill Nasus, it will definitely be Biden.

The weather is still difficult.

But he hadn't poured out his emotions yet, because he immediately thought of a possibility, "Could it be..."

"That's right...cough..." Before Chen Senran could say anything, Lao Du, who was still as calm as a mountain, coughed violently. He stuck the knife on the ground and gasped, as if he had endured it for a long time.

He barely managed to spit out a mouthful of blood from his roar, "Ahem, cough, cough... Do you know... cough, cough... what is beauty under the moon?"

"Ephemeral Epiphyllum." Chen Senran naturally knew the nickname of Epiphyllum Epiphyllum, and Lao Du's words basically confirmed his guess, but he did not interrupt Lao Du to continue talking.

"It's an epiphyllum." Lao Du's cough finally became lighter. "A short-lived epiphyllum, it must be a flash in the pan. When a beauty appears under the moon, it must be unparalleled in the world, a unique sword. Unfortunately, it is like a short-lived flower that only appears for one night, and a beauty appears under the moon.

One sword is only one sword."

"So..." Chen Senran wanted to help him, but Lao Du waved his hand and refused.

"So, if Nasus hadn't left just now, I'm afraid it would be us who died." Old Du let out a long breath, probably finally suppressing the blood, and stood up, "Go and see that old ghost.

, he seems very bad."

Chen Senran nodded when he heard this, and understood that Lao Du was just bluffing in the end. It seemed that his strength was too low after all, and he completely underestimated the strength of Nasus and the others. This time, he used three to approach him.

Strong people surrounded him and killed him. He thought he was a sure shot, but in the end he was almost killed.

This made him vigilant, and at the same time he finally felt the horror of the ultimate force in this world from the front. For the first time, he felt in his heart the powerlessness that wisdom could not defeat force.

"Old ghost..." Just when Chen Senran was about to see if Karsus was dead.

A dazzling red light rose in the distant sky.

That means...enemy attack.

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A chapter of nearly three thousand words.

It can be regarded as a conscientious compensation for the first update.
Chapter completed!