The next moment the next moment.

General Burnham sat up from the deep pit. He held the emerald sword that passed between his eyebrows and penetrated his entire head and the dragon-like black flame. What did it look like?

Nothing happened.

The black flames are still burning.

The blood in the demonic man's eyes was so thick it looked like it was about to drip out.

The magic pattern is like a snake.

The madness of the emerald sword increases by three points.

But he couldn't score another three points.

As General Burnham sat up, a thick layer of darkness poured out from the wound between his eyebrows.

A trace of it, like his blood.

The dark blood hindered the long sword and the dragon-like black flames.

Don't let that demonic man get another inch.

General Burnham seemed to sigh again. He inserted the pitch-black sword into the ground with one hand and grabbed the emerald sword with the other hand.

Start to draw your sword.

Inch by inch.

Slowly, yet unquestionably.

The demon-like man wanted to stop him, pushing the sword with blood-red eyes, so hard that he even roared.

The black flame surged again.

But it still couldn't stop that slow hand.

As that hand pulled out the emerald sword inch by inch, more blood-like darkness poured out from his pierced eyebrows.

In the end, the darkness surrounded General Burnham.

"Qiang——" The emerald sword completely withdrew from his eyebrows.

General Burnham merged completely into those darkness.

It's like becoming darkness itself.

He slowly floated up from the deep pit, holding the pitch-black sword, and rose into the air.

The demon-like man stopped attacking. He put away the emerald sword in his hand and also rose into the air.

The black flames dissipated again and spread, reaching high into the sky.

Pitch black meets pitch black again.

"It really surprises me." General Burnham sighed and smiled as if in the darkness. He slowly raised the dark sword, "Could it be said that mortal feelings are the real reason for strength?"

The demonic man didn't answer, he just drew his sword.

Draw the sword again.

The dark flames gathered together again. In conjunction with the sword, they swept towards Burnham again.

As fierce as a dragon.

General Burnham was still laughing lowly in the darkness. As he laughed, a thick layer of darkness covered his long sword and surged out in the direction he pointed directly.

Like a big river.

Dajiang versus Kuanglong.

collision.

Fight.

dissipate.

There was no sound in the middle.

The emptiness is suffocating.

Only the two men representing darkness were still standing in the air.

The black flames are fierce.

Absolute darkness continued to pour out from General Burnham's brows.

Darkness covers the sky.

Under the black screen, General Burnham slowly raised his sword to his side.

Holding a sword with both hands.

"Annihilation." He seemed to whisper in absolute darkness.

Annihilation.

The moment these two words fell, the darkness around him suddenly gathered around his sword.

The violent black flames swallowed Burnham at that moment, but Burnham turned into a stream of light and pierced out just before the black flames swallowed him.

The sword is like time.

One sword cuts back time.

It's almost here. The furious flames are burning towards the previous moment along the lines of time.

And at this moment, outside the absolute darkness, a bit of absolute frost came quietly.

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"Galen!!!" In the absolutely pitch-black flames, Tryndamere finally rushed out from nowhere. He shouted to Galen, feeling a little uneasy.

It was like smelling something terrible.

"Galen!!!" Almost at the moment Tryndamere finished speaking, a cry rang out from the darkness on the other side.

From Ashe.

Her voice was equally anxious, no, even a hundred times more uneasy than Tryndamere's voice.

Because her ears, which could clearly hear the gasping sound a thousand yards away on a blustery night, heard a sound.

The sound of a bowstring vibrating.

There are many neat vibrating sounds of bowstrings in a straight line.

That means that at the previous moment, there were many longbow volleys.

And judging from the steady and crisp vibration of the bowstring, those arrows must be very powerful.

And the target of those powerful arrows is exactly...

Galen.

"Galen!!! Hurry..." Ashe shouted again.

But before she could say the word "hide quickly".

Those powerful long arrows had already reached Galen's side.

With the sound of breaking wind, before Galen could react at all, the moment he slashed out with his sword, he was leaping into the air.

Densely piercing his fearless body.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff -"

Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff——

"thump--"

Galen fell heavily from the air into the snow.

Like an eagle pierced by thousands of arrows.

"Galen!!!" Tryndamere roared again. His voice was filled with infinite fury.

Apparently, he heard the series of dense sounds of sharp metal passing through flesh and blood.

But he seemed to be blocked by something and was unable to rush to the man who fell to the ground.

"Catch him." Swain waved his hand again, still expressionless.

Countless black-armored assassin team members rushed out from behind him in an instant.

They held knives and rushed towards the hero who seemed to be dead.

"General!!!" A Demacian soldier who was also pierced by an arrow struggled to crawl to Garen's side.

He shouted, with a clearly suppressed cry.

He is dying.

But he is not afraid of death, he is only afraid of his general.
To be continued...