let go of my anne

The next moment of the next moment.

General Burnham sat up from the deep pit, and he just held the emerald long sword and the dragon-like black flame that passed between his eyebrows and his entire head, like something Nothing happened.

The black flame is still burning.

The blood in the man's eyes was so thick that it seemed to drip out.

The magic pattern is like a snake.

The madness of the emerald long sword increased by another 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 brows.

A trace, like his blood.

Those dark blood hindered that long sword and that dragon-like black flame.

Don't let that devilish man go any further.

General Burnham seemed to sigh again. With one hand, he stuck the pitch-black sword on the ground with his backhand, and with the other hand, he grabbed the long emerald sword.

Begin to draw the sword.

Inch by inch.

Slowly, but unquestionably.

The demon-like man wanted to stop him, he pushed the sword with his blood-like eyes, so hard that he even growled.

The black flame surged again.

But he still couldn't stop that slow hand.

As that hand pulled out the emerald long sword inch by inch, more bloody darkness poured out from his pierced brow.

In the end, the darkness surrounded General Burnham.

"Qiang—" The emerald sword completely withdrew from between his brows.

General Burnham thoroughly absorbed those darknesses.

It was like becoming darkness itself.

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

The man like a demon stopped attacking, he put away the jade long sword in his hand, and also rose into the air.

The black inflammation dissipated again and spread.Straight to the sky.

Darkness against darkness again.

"It really surprised me." General Burnham sighed and laughed as if in the dark, and he slowly raised the black sword, "Could it be that the feelings of mortals are the reason for their real strength?"

The man like a demon didn't answer, he just drew his sword.

Sword again.

The pitch-black flames gathered again.Cooperating with that sword, it swept towards Burnham again.

As fierce as a dragon.

General Burnham was still laughing softly in the darkness, and with his laughter, a thick layer of darkness covered his long sword, rushing out in the direction he was pointing.

Like a great river.

Dajiang faced Kuanglong.

crash.

Fight.

dissipate.

There was no sound in the middle.

The emptiness is suffocating.

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

The black flame is violent.

Absolute darkness was still pouring out from between General Burnham's brows.

Darkness covers the sky.

Under the shady scene, General Burnham slowly raised the sword to his side.

Hold the sword in both hands.

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

annihilation.

The moment these two words fell, the darkness around him all gathered on the sword in an instant.

The violent black flames swallowed Burnham at that moment, but Burnham turned into a streamer and pierced straight out a moment before those black flames swallowed.

The sword is like time.

With one sword, time is reversed.

coming soon.The furious flames burned 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 absolute darkness of the flames, Tryndamere finally rushed out from nowhere, and he shouted at Galen, feeling a little uneasy.

It was like smelling something terrible.

"Galen!!!" Almost at the moment Tryndamere's voice fell, shouts echoed 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.

For her ears, which could clearly hear the panting a thousand yards away on a stormy night, heard a voice.

The sound of the bowstring vibrating.

There were many neat bowstring vibrating sounds in a line.

That means, at the previous moment.There are lots of longbow salvos.

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

And the target of those powerful arrows is...

Galen.

"Garen!!! Quick..." Ashe yelled again.

But before she yelled out the word, hide quickly.

Those powerful long arrows had reached Galen's side.

With a belated sound of breaking wind, before Galen could react at all, the moment he slashed out with his sword, his whole body was jumping in the air.

Densely pierced his fearless body.

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff -"

Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff——

"thump--"

Galen fell hard from mid-air into the snow.

Like an eagle pierced by thousands of arrows.

"Garen!!!" Tryndamere roared again.There was boundless fury in his voice.

Obviously, he heard the sound of a series of dense and sharp metal passing through flesh and blood.

But he seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't rush to the man who fell to the ground.

"Grab him." Swain waved again, still expressionless.

Countless black-armored assassins rushed out from behind him in an instant.

Holding their knives, they rushed towards the seemingly dead hero.

"General!!!" A Demacian soldier who was also pierced by a sharp arrow struggled to crawl to Galen's side.

he shouted.Crying with obvious restraint.

He was dying.

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

The man who always charged forward died like this.

"Man..." At this moment, a hand suddenly propped on the ground.

The man who seemed to have died raised his fearless sword again, and he raised his head from the deep snow.

"A man from Demacia, how can you cry?" His voice was hoarse, as if those long arrows had pierced his throat.

But he was still coughing and talking, coughing and supporting the fearless sword, slowly supporting his body riddled with holes.

He squatted halfway, raised his head amidst the boundless black flames and killing.

The night wind was strong, blowing his long cloak.

Cloak hunting, just like every time he charged before.

In the sound of hunting wind, he looked up to the sky and roared: "Long live Demacia!!!"

"Long live Demacia!!!"

Countless people responded to him in the dark.

Some of those people were being burned by the fire and were about to die, and some were pierced by thousands of arrows and couldn't keep their eyelids open.

Some have given up living altogether.

But it was this man's cry among thousands of arrows that stirred their hearts.

fearless heart.

Everyone clenched their swords again.

Everyone was desperately trying to get up.

Long live Demacia! ! !

"Long live Demacia..." Rengar, amidst the endless black flames, chewed on these words and revealed a ferocious, mocking smile, "Stupid human beings."

He laughed and jumped up amidst the black flames.

He has received the latest instructions in his mind.

Kill Garen...

of all enemies. (to be continued..)