let go of my anne

The scarlet killing intent slowly flowed from Tryndamere's hand to the knife in his hand, they flowed slowly on the knife, crossed every inch of the spine, walked on the back of the knife, and finally squeezed the whole knife tightly Winding, like rushing blood.

The blood didn't stop, it kept flowing forward, seeped into the deep snow, and began to spread around.

With just a breath, they climbed up the back of each knife.

At the moment when the Noxians were still in shock, the entire forest of knives was dyed a strong red. With the wild breath of Tryndamere, the scarlet blood flowing on the knives They also rose and fell together, as if echoing him, and as if at that moment, the entire forest of swords came alive.

Achilles shouted louder and louder, and the Noxus whose charge was cut off fell into a daze again.

They looked at the demon-like man blocking the way and the forest of knives that had come to life, and then looked back at the two mechanical arms behind them that were raised high and started to glow again. He looked at his chief.

But in fact, the officers of Noxus have long been hysterical. During the riots just now, they were also drifting with the crowd, and no one was interested in commanding. I don't know what to order.

"Wait." An officer standing closer to the front sniffed and looked at the other officer beside him.

The other officer nodded, just when he was about to say something.

The wind is blowing up again.

Tryndamere drew his sword.

At that moment, the whole forest of knives that came to life roared loudly against the sound of the wind, and endless scarlet light shot up into the sky. In an instant, everything was unsheathed.

"Clang—" It was like thousands of warriors drawing their swords in the snow. Thousands of swords were raised high in the hands of Tryndamere, floating high into the sky, pointing at the mortals on the ground, like gods Eye.

The endless scarlet killing intent was blown towards those bewildered Noxus along with the strong wind. They looked at the long knife all over the sky, as if they were watching some kind of miracle. Some even couldn't help but want to kneel Come down and worship.

They seemed so shocked that they forgot to run away.

Even the soldiers of the coalition army seemed to be so surprised by such a magnificent sight that they forgot to shout, and their roars subsided.

The wind is loud.

The golden light is dazzling.

In the golden light, the Noxus were like a group of lambs waiting to be redeemed.

Tryndamere stepped.

"Srustling—" the sound of stepping on the snow.

"Boom——" the ear-piercing sonic boom followed, and the golden light ruled over the land, drowning Tryndamere's figure in an instant.

"Srustling—" still the sound of stepping on the snow.When everyone is blind.

There shouldn't be any sound at this time, even the sound of the wind was swallowed up, but the sound of stepping on the snow so tenaciously passed through everyone's eardrums and rushed into their heads.

Who is walking?

Tryndamere?

Did he not fall?

"Xusu—" Another step.

"Xusu -" the next step.

Everyone can't wait to open their eyes to find the source of the footsteps.

Then, their stinging eyes saw that the man who was walking slowly in the snowy fog, as if the world would never stop, held a knife in his hand.

Thousands of long knives followed closely behind, flickering in and out of the slowly falling snow mist, making Tryndamere look like a prehistoric giant walking out of the mist.

"Run." The broken emotions finally began to spread among the Noxians, and the officer who started to speak just took a step back with his mouth open.

The soldiers around him gave him a look, as if they were about to follow their leader and back away.

At this moment, a long knife whizzed through the air, and cut off the head of the retreating officer neatly before he could react.

The officer who was standing next to the dead officer raised his head, looked at everyone around him coldly, and said, "Fight to the death." That cold and desperate momentum seemed to be imitating the Germans of the past. Laius.

The officer casually threw the head on the ground, flicked the blood from the knife in his hand, and walked towards Tryndamere, while raising the bloody knife in his hand: " Follow me to kill..."

Before the word "enemy" could be uttered, the officer's head flew high, and it wasn't until the blood started gushing out that people heard the sound of the knife being drawn so fast that it was impossible to catch it——

"Clang—" The rough and savage black sword slammed fiercely into the snow, bringing down the Noxus officer who was still high-spirited just a moment ago.

Simple and rude is like crushing an ant casually, Tryndamere didn't even move a finger, he was still walking at a leisurely pace, if it wasn't for the path left by the knife cutting through the air too fast The scarlet light has not dissipated, everything seems to have never happened, he is just walking forward.

"Srustling—" still the sound of stepping on the snow.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Someone suddenly yelled like crazy, he probably was finally driven crazy by Tryndamere, and he shouted meaninglessly, but he didn't run, but Holding the knife in his hand, he began to rush towards Tryndamere.

More similar roars followed.

Among the 5000 people, not all of them are greedy for life and afraid of death, there are always some people who have madness and bloodiness hidden in their blood vessels.

It's just that blood is just blood after all, and no amount of blood can match the unstoppable power.

After that person ran for twenty steps, the first person's voice stopped abruptly. The sound of the long knife hitting the snow and the sound of blood spurting from the neck, in the whistling wind, was actually a little pleasant .

Then the second, the third, the fourth.

All those who dared to rush to Tryndamere were beheaded with a single knife, and died forever on the way of running.

Long knives filled the narrow canyon, standing among countless ice and snow and corpses, like a group of tombstones without epitaphs.

"Xusu—" The footsteps kept coming.

In the constant footsteps, more Noxians finally chose to retreat instead of charging forward fearlessly. At first they were walking while retreating, but as the road behind them became narrower and narrower, many people began to turn around. Desperately squeezed into the crowd.

For a moment, the swords were chaotic, and the Noxians were already defeated.

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