let go of my anne

The blade has 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, no ground crack, and the turbulent and violent blade aura seemed to be just a fleeting illusion. Karthus' hand Still trembling, the dead gray fog was still devouring the dark red fog.

The world moves on.

Nothing seems to have changed.

The knife didn't stop, the knife 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 on the ground, and the other half remained on the knife, reflecting the snowy moonlight on the knife, it was extremely desolate.

The knife advanced an inch, Lao Du exhaled in one breath, the knife finally came to an end.

The world still did not stop for this knife, the wind and snow continued, and the dark red mist even the last shell was crumbling.

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

Old Du, however, was still breathing in without haste, retreated his steps without haste, and adjusted the position of the knife in his hand without haste.

His movements are gentle and soothing, not like fighting at all, but more like performing a perfect knife performance.

At this moment, he is preparing to do the most standard knife-retracting pose to draw a precise and elegant end to this performance.

The last shell of the dark red mist is as thin as paper, and layers of cracks have already formed.

The next moment, everything will be over.

next moment.

Old Du retracted the saber, and the saber slashed into the air so softly and soothingly, as gently and calmly as when the saber was drawn out.

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

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

Lao Du's hand made a steady arc for the last time, 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 landed.

The remaining snow on the edge of the blade finally slipped off the edge of the moon and landed on the snow.

"Srustling—" the sound of falling snow, very lightly, so soft that it was hardly audible.

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

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

Karthus, who had already reached his limit, completely fell to his knees on the ground, believing that if it wasn't for his lich physique, he would have fainted already.

And Nasus, who had always seemed to be able to do things with ease, suddenly grasped his emerald green scepter, as if to support himself not to fall, he ruthlessly inserted the scepter into the deep snow. The weight directly stirred up a three-yard-high snow fog.

The time that had been stopped began to flow, the snow continued to fall, and the wind continued to blow.

Chen Senran let out a long breath. Only now did he have the chance to take a breath. In fact, only when he stood near Lao Du could he clearly understand the horror of that knife just now.

That knife was not as dull as it appeared on the surface at all, it had already intimidated the whole world, drawing every trace of breath to that plain to crude knife.

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

Before the knife's momentum is withdrawn, the knife is the world, and the world is the knife.

Old Du still didn't put away his knife, his eyes were still fixed on the snow fog that hadn't dissipated.

Obviously Nasus is not dead yet, the tenacious vitality of that damned kobold is frightening.

After two breaths.

After 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 the eye to the corner of the mouth, and blood flowed out from it. Firmly holding the emerald green scepter, every meridian in his hand stands out like a snake.

His eyes were bloodshot, angry, and murderous. He was really angry, and he was really desperate.

You know, even 17 years ago, those thirteen top summoners didn't force him so badly.

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

He bled, and he couldn't remember how long he hadn't bled.

"You guys made me bleed..." Nasus was no longer calm and calm before, almost gnashing his teeth and roaring, "They all must die." His eyebrows kept trembling as he spoke, his entire face They are all hideous and almost distorted.

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

Chen Senran and Lao Du didn't take the kobold's verbal threat to heart. Chen Senran was more concerned about whether that old ghost Karthus would die directly.

After all, the old ghost has maintained that kneeling posture for a long time, and when viewed from the back, he looks as if he is really dead.

And Lao Du directly pulled the knife back again, and he told Nasus with silent movements that his death was inevitable.

It's just that what Chen Senran didn't see was that Lao Du's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

The battle is imminent.

The wind and snow whizzed like a ghost walking in the night.

Nasus's hand holding the scepter moved suddenly, just when Chen Senran thought it would be the overwhelming gray fog that was overwhelming again.

There was a sudden blizzard, and another blizzard, exactly the same as the last time Swain was besieged.

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

After a breath, the wind and snow suddenly stopped.

Nasus was nowhere to be seen, but Lao Du was still holding his knife and doing his Tibetan knife pose, stably passing a mountain.

"Old Du..." Chen Senran frowned. Judging from Lao Du's situation, it was obvious that the thing that was a killer move to Chen Senran just now should be a trivial skill in his eyes.

But he didn't do anything...

The siege that cost Chen Senran so much painstaking effort ended in failure, which made Chen Senran's emotions a little uncontrollable. After all, with this failure, the next time he wants to kill Nasus will definitely be Bidden God is still difficult.

But he hasn'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 fiercely. He stuck the knife on the ground and panted fiercely, as if he had endured it for a long time. Barely vomited a mouthful of blood in the roar, "cough cough cough... you know... cough cough cough... what is Beauty under the Moon?"

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

"It's a flash in the pan." Lao Du's cough finally eased a little. "A flash in the pan, it must be a flash in the pan. When the beauty under the moon comes out, it must be unparalleled in the world, a peerless sword. Unfortunately, it's just like a flash in the pan. It's just a night, and the beauty under the moon comes out." One knife is only one knife."

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

"So, if Nasus didn't leave just now, we might be the ones who will die." 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 the words, and also understood that Lao Du was just bluffing in the end. It seemed that his strength was too low, and he completely underestimated the strength of Nasus and the others. This time, he used three to approach him. Powerful people besieged and killed him. They thought it was a sure thing, but in the end they were 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 had a sense of powerlessness that wisdom could not overcome force.

"Old ghost..." Just as Chen Senran was about to see if Karthus was dead.

A dazzling red light rose in the distant sky.

That is... the meaning of enemy attack.

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