The blue arcane energy did not cause any damage to Garen.

He used his backhand sword against Ye Feng and slashed the blue arcane ball with the best head in front of him.

Blood splattered in the wind.

Garen wiped the blood from his face, looked up at Ezrel, who was aiming at him from afar, without showing too much anger or surprise, but calmly raised his sword and slashed towards another head and said:

"Ezeril, I respect your choice, because if I were you, I would do this too, and no one should lose the girl I love."

"Thank you." Ezreal thanked, and the blue arcane energy in his hand exploded again.

"But... I will definitely kill you." Galen unceremoniously cut through the explosive arcane energy again. The bursting blood and raging energy made Galen's face in the endless dark night

There is a different kind of hideousness in it.

He raised his sword and stepped on his feet. The night wind brought his cloak to his hustle. He pointed at Ezreal in the wind and shouted to everyone: "Because you are enemies of me!!!"

This roar shook the entire world, causing the Snow Mountain Alliance members who had just risen to resist to stagnate again, while the coalition troops who began to be under pressure to resist were in vain.

In an instant, he pressed another yard forward.

There are about seven yards left.

The situation is not optimistic for Se Zhuoni.

She glanced at Olaf in a slant and put the huge chain hammer in her hand on Caitlin's shoulder.

Olaf knew how to withdraw his axe, turned his head and threw it hard towards Garen.

"Ula--" The heavy and rough axe broke through the sound of the wind, and killed several warriors of the Snow Mountain Alliance in a row, and rushed to Garen fiercely with blood.

He let out a low voice with his fearless sword.

"Galen-" Olaf squinted his eyes and looked at him from afar, "Your opponent... is me."

The last word fell, and Olaf rushed towards Garen like a cheetah.

And just as his whole person was leaping high in the air, a blue ocean began to light up in Ezreal's hands.

The wind chimes once again drowned out all the shouts.

But at this moment—

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"boom--"

Lao Du's sword finally hit General Burnham's sword.

"boom--"

The flames on Chen Senran finally wrapped Lisangzhuo.

"boom--"

The dark sea swallowed the helpless boat.

"boom--"

The blazing flames burned towards the cruel frost.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom bo

Endless loud noises and unstoppable forces began to rage everywhere.

It's like a demon with shackles opened.

The powerful impact rushed from two directions toward the door that divided two different worlds.

The door to the large conference room.

The darkness and flames gathered at the same time at the same time at a point, tearing the seemingly solid door cleanly.

The absolute darkness and the dark flames converge together.

The two worlds began to merge rapidly.

An unknown light enveloped the whole world.

Deprived of everything from the whole world.

Only a shrill woman's scream and the sound of a long sword slashing through the wind.

The endless roar took a long time to dissipate.

When the light falls.

The originally sealed fortress has been hit with holes and holes. One of the biggest scars runs from the large conference room to the place where Chen Senran fell, leading to the windy and snowy night outside.

It's like a terrifying wonder pierced by an unparalleled spear.

Everyone stopped the sword in their hands and looked at the city gate in surprise, as if they had not yet woken up from the violent roars just now.

They looked up desperately, but couldn't see anything, and could only vaguely see a firm and slightly vicissitudes of back.

Lao Du.

He leaned on a knife, at the edge of the gap.

A storm blew in and fell on his shoulders.

"You lost." General Burnham finally stopped sitting in his chair. He put away his sword, carried it, and walked step by step from the end of the conference room.

In the collapsed ruins beside him, Delsey struggled to climb out, holding his knife randomly, and charged at General Burnham again.

Burnham didn't even look at him, but just let him rush over and be knocked down by endless darkness.

"Pu--" Delsey fell to the ground, but was still struggling desperately. He was still saying something while struggling: "Not yet..."

It seems to be...

Not finished yet...

"It's not over yet." Old Du lowered his head, croaked his throat, grabbed the hilt of the knife, and wanted to stand up tremblingly. "I... haven't died yet!!!"

"I... still have the strength!!!"

"This is just...it's just a mere 300,000 times. I have many, many, many, many, many, many times!!!"

"A Luo——"

"Aro has been dead for many years." General Burnham finally walked in front of him, "You should forget her because you can't kill me, it's a kind of pain."

"No...no!!!" Old Du was still gritting his teeth and trying desperately to stand up.

General Burnham didn't stop him. He stood beside Lao Du with his sword in his hand. He quietly looked at the dark snowy night outside the gap and the people under the city who were still looking up.

Like a peerless king.

A long time later, he sighed.

"To be honest, I really miss you when you swung your knife. You were really like one of me... very old, old friend."

The sigh fell, and the silent darkness surrounded Lao Du.

"Rest in peace, I said, I will leave you a complete body."

The darkness completely wrapped Lao Du.

"A Luo..." he whispered.

"Teng—" A surging flame suddenly surged up from the gap on the edge, tearing the darkness wrapped around Lao Du.

The next moment, the soil and stone melted.

The black flames rushed up from below like a tide.

In the tide, Chen Senran was bathed in the black flames of a raging snake, and the raging black magic patterns flowed through his body, and scarlet bloodshots passed through his eyes.

With those endless tyranny and madness, he slowly rose to the highest heaven with the jade sword belonging to Master Yi, and pointed the tip of the sword at General Burnham.

Like a god.

A bloodthirsty god.

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And at the same time.

In places where everyone cannot see it.

Inside the fortress.

In that dark room.

Svein opened his eyes suddenly.

The crow on his shoulder screamed.

In absolute darkness, it is like a prelude to some kind of paradox. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!