let go of my anne

"Tryndamere!!!" Galen slashed open a flowery black flame that was attacking in front of him, looking around and roaring.

The black flames had engulfed everyone, and Garen could no longer see his army, nor his enemies.

He can only look for possible surviving allies by roaring.

But no one answered, only more raging flames and swords answered him.

A sword from nowhere.

They pierced Galen's vitals from various treacherous angles.

Galen had to raise his sword to block it.

But under this block, more swords were attracted.

They attack densely, retract and release neatly, and they are more ferocious than those flames.

Galen took three steps back. Although he didn't suffer any damage, he felt a trace of dignified pressure.

Those swords were calm and indifferent, leaving no room for every attack. Galen could feel the flames burning on those who held the swords.

But they attacked meticulously, as if they were completely unaffected by those flames.

This terrible self-control and execution made Galen think of a name——

Noxian assassination team.

his old rival.

Swain finally did it.

"Swain!!!" Galen swung his sword again to force back the attacks from the endless pitch-black sea of ​​flames. At the same time, he stabbed the heart of a person who was too late to retreat with his long sword, and he lifted that person up. , roaring in rage in the pitch-black flame.

Swain didn't answer, he stood outside the battlefield, the sky-swallowing flames couldn't corrode him, and a circle of miserable green brilliance was constantly reborn and annihilated around him to protect his last foothold.

As if he could clearly see the battlefield of hell surrounded by black flames, he indifferently directed the black armored assassins behind him who were also eroded by black flames to continuously charge towards Galen.

He has only one purpose, and that is to kill Galen.

Although this sudden black flame that covered the sky disrupted most of his plans.But it also helped him complete most of the plans.

After this battle, both the forces of Freljord and Demacia will be dealt a fatal blow.

If the pride of the entire Demacia, the greatest hero of the Demacia military in the past ten years, Galen, the power of Demacia, is killed again...

Then everything will be wonderful.

Swain waved again.

The Noxian assassins charged again.

The jet-black flame is wrapped in jet-black armor.They are like a group of gods of death incarnated by black flames.

Galen swung his sword again and cut down a member of the assassination team who was trying to decapitate him.

He gasped heavily.

He was a little tired.

The day-to-day fighting has already consumed most of his strength, and now the ubiquitous black flames have made him a little overwhelmed.

Facing the fierce sword that was also ubiquitous, a trace of powerlessness flashed in his heart.

He knew that he had already lost, and nearly 2 people from the coalition forces were all swallowed up by this sudden fire.

Not many will survive.

But he also knew that Sejuani was also defeated, because all her troops were within the range of the flames.

So if you rush forward, out of the burning range of the flames, everything...

Maybe it's still possible! ! !

"Follow me to charge!!!" Garendi raised his great sword countless times, roaring towards the surroundings in the endless fire.

Tongues of fire spread, and swords were like thunder.

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dark.

Endless darkness.

Endless darkness spread from the tip of Burnham's sword.The moment he slowly lifted the sword, he rushed towards the man covered in bloody magic lines.

Overwhelming.

Crush the black flames and void along the way, trying to assimilate all the different colors.

But the man with the bloody magic pattern didn't even look at it, he just snorted coldly.

Then the figure frantically moved.

In an instant, he appeared from his original position in front of General Burnham, who was still slowly raising his sword.

He crushed the darkness, ignoring all the rules of extrusion and the limitations of time and space.

He just moves and draws his sword.

All the pitch-black flames that were still swimming around the world at this moment rushed towards the emerald green sword.

The sword spits fire like a dragon.

In just an instant, all the black flames seemed to gather on that emerald green long sword.

One sword, one world.

The emerald green long sword easily pierced through the darkness that seemed to block everything.

With just one sword, he stabbed General Burnham between the eyebrows.

General Burnham was still holding his sword.He didn't seem to react, and seemed to be leisurely waiting for the arrival of the sword.

Until that big emerald green sword carried the black flames covering the whole world and crushed all the darkness.It was half an inch before his eyebrows.

He was able to backhand, and blocked the jet-black long sword in his hand in front of him.

"Ding—" The crisp and inconceivably crisp sound resounded in the endless dark world.

It was as if a ray of incredible light had shone in.

The demon-like man was taken a step back, and his black flames that followed him also dispersed under this retreat.

And General Burnham was still standing there, motionless, neither sad nor happy.

from beginning to end.It was as if he blocked the sword with his backhand, and he repelled that peerless blow.

Elegant, it's almost like showing the most standard aristocratic sword skills.

"Teng—" For such a failure, the man like a demon did not have any emotional fluctuations.

He didn't yell, and he didn't get angry.He just added some surging anger in his eyes——

Take out the sword again.

The black flames from all over the world gathered towards him again.

The man like a demon stepped forward, the emerald green long sword in his hand once again——

Spit fire like a dragon.

One sword, one world.

The second world suddenly pressed on General Burnham.

This time he was still waiting, his hand was there.

He seemed to firmly believe that this sword could still be repelled by the pitch-black sword in front of him.

Do not move.

Not moving like a mountain.

"Ding—" the long sword struck again.

The result is still the same.

The devil-like man took a step back.

But he just took a step back, and he didn't stop after taking this step.

He drew his sword again, the third sword.

The third sword hit the mountain-like pitch-black long sword.

"Ding——" General Burnham finally trembled.

"Ding—" the fourth sword.

"Ding—" the fifth sword.

"Ding—" the sixth sword.

"Boom—" landslides.

At the sixth strike, the immovable mountain finally collapsed.

General Burnham was hit directly from the void to the ground without warning.

Darkness shattered along the way.

Once again, the black flame devoured everything and ruled the land.

The man like a demon stood high in the sky and looked at the man who had been bombarded all the way into the crumbling fortress that had been licked by black flames.

Move again.

black flame again

Kill all. (to be continued..)