let go of my anne

I myself... make the choice.

In the long night, the fighting continued, people's low growls mixed with the sound of blades cutting muscles and bones, piecemeal like a nightmare.

The long snowy night was windy again.

Ezreal raised his exquisite Hex mechanical arm, looked from Sejuani to Galen, and from Galen to Sejuani, without moving for a long time.

"Have you still not figured out how to choose?" Sejuani did not charge like Galen, but stood at the junction of light and shadow, "Why don't I help you?"

Ezreal still didn't answer, he stood in the snow in the dark night like a steel sculpture.

"I'll count to five." Sejuani stretched out a hand slowly, and placed the five fingers of that hand in the dim firelight, "If you don't promise me again, then Miss Caitlin's delicate There will be a beautiful red line on the neck."

As her words fell, Olaf very cooperatively placed a rough ax on Caitlin's slender neck.

"Sejuani..." Ashe in the battle formation tried to say something.

But Sejuani ignored her. She looked at Ezreal who was still motionless, and said slowly, "Let me see whether glory is more important or...love is more important."

"One." Sejuani slowly lowered a finger.

Ezreal could feel Galen looking at him, and his keen hex collector continuously sent all the information around him into his mind.

He didn't go to see Galen.

He knows what to do in theory.

"Two." Sejuani lowered her second finger, and Olaf carelessly stroked his rough axe.

Although Ezreal did not experience the fierce battle in the afternoon, the aura from this rough northern man made him afraid.

He wasn't absolutely sure he could save Caitlin before the ax fell.

"Three." Sejuani seemed a little impatient, glanced at Ezreal, and picked the remaining two fingers.

If you compromise with Sejuani, then save Caitlin at the same time.He will definitely be listed as a must-kill target by Demacia.

Even, there are more other things that Ezreal absolutely does not want to see happen.

But if it doesn't help...

"Four." Sejuani winked at Olaf.

The blade will fall.

glory……

still is……

love.

love?

Ezreal sighed suddenly, it was the first time he sighed seriously like a human being after he became the ghost he is now.

"five……"

"Ling -" before the last number fell.

The wind chimes move.

Blue arcane energy burst out of Ezreal's hand.

toward

Galen's face.

My choice is...

Caitlin.

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Dao Di didn't know how many times he cut it down.

Maybe 100 times, maybe [-] times, maybe [-] million times.

Lao Du continued to lift the knife without a trace of fatigue.turn around.

out of the knife.

No. Don't know how much as long as I live the knife.

The knife cut firmly on the black scabbard.

The darkness remains.

General Burnham was still sitting in his seat as firmly as a mountain.

Lao Du withdrew his knife again, without stopping.

"Are you still determined?" General Burnham finally spoke, sighing as if he was tired.

"Are you afraid?"

Another knife.

"I'm just..." General Burnham may have frowned behind the dark mask, he waved his free hand casually, and carefully approached Delcher, who was about to attack him in one fell swoop. Swept out, "I don't like doing repetitive things."

Del Xiu fell heavily to the ground, but was not seriously injured.

He only paused for a moment, and then rushed towards General Burnham with a knife in his hand.

"I'm going to... kill you." He growled in a low voice.Run like hell.

Because, the person in front of him was the guy he had always wanted to kill in his dreams.

The guy who ruined his whole life.

Burnham Darkwell.

Take your life! ! !

"Surrender!!!" Del Xiu screamed wildly, and even cut the knife in his hand in the endless darkness, making a strong sound of wind.

The sound of the wind echoed the knife in Lao Du's hand, like the eve of a strong wind.

"Caroline." Lao Du suddenly stopped the stormy knife rain, stood in front of Burnham, and slowly raised the knife.Whisper a name in a hoarse but gentle tone as if whispering to a lover.

Caroline.

Probably his wife's name.

The next moment, he slowly withdrew the knife.Standing, like a beginner, put the knife in his hand on his waist.

Inhale, and carefully adjust the angle.

Look ahead.

The original mystery of the Dao of the Sword.

Backhand knife.

Beauty under the moon.

Ah Luo, you said you like this name.

I would also like.

Tonight, let's watch it again——

Epiphany blooms.

Epiphyllum is in full bloom.

The turbulent knife light bloomed like a flower from the slowly cut knife.

This knife is not as fast and sharp as the previous countless knifes, but it is more brilliant than any previous knife.

The brilliance of this knife made General Burnham finally unable to sit still.He stood up and put the jet-black long sword on his waist.

The left hand holds the scabbard and the right holds the hilt.

Crouch.

He looked directly at the surging long knife like a flower.

draw sword.

The darkness is like flames.

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Flame is like darkness.

The ink-like black flame surged out of Chen Senran's body like a raging mad snake, the moment he opened his eyes.

Chen Senran stared at the face in front of him that seemed to be completely made of frost, his eyes no longer had the calmness and sternness of the past.

Some are just flickering flames of blood.and crazy.

Endless madness.

Endless pitch-black flames spread from his body, easily devoured the frost covering the entire corridor, and rushed towards Lissandra who still had one hand on Chen Senran.

The jet-black magic patterns danced on Chen Senran's body.

The frost that had invaded Chen Senran's entire body retreated inch by inch, pushing towards Lissandra's arm inch by inch.

Lissandra still didn't give up, she didn't even look at the raging flames around her, she just looked at Chen Senran's violent eyes coldly.

Frost reappears.

The endless frost made a comeback in an instant, and it was about to wipe out all the flames in one go.

But at this moment, Chen Senran, whose whole body was trapped in the rock, got up suddenly, and almost destroyed the rock with the raging black flames, melting the cold.

It burned straight to Lissandra's eyebrows.

It seems to be burning to the sky. (To be continued..)