Li Qing staggered down the street, every step was a deep torture for him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There was a desolate scene everywhere, and the city of Presidium was now almost in ruins.

The Noxians had stormed the city and plundered, and the Ionian guards were constantly evading the occupied walls, into the intricate neighborhoods, and retreating to the temple in the city center.

The Temple Guards had begun to receive the wounded and set up barricades on several streets leading to Selena Square to slow down the Noxians' onslaught. But the streets of the city of Presidium are so wide that the battle line will be very long just to defend them.

It was only the last resistance.

When you have your back to the temple, you burst out with the last heart of protection.

He felt that his vision was very blurry, but this should not affect his judgment, his skin was hot, the high fever had not subsided, and Nasin seemed to use his blood pupils to activate some kind of evil spell, constantly draining the life force from his body.

It turns out that he really can't be killed......

He was drawing on his life force to be reborn. He should have told Reginard about it and told him to take precautions, but ......

He marched along the main street that led to the city gates, and he was going to do everything in his power to hold off the Noxians' attacks, even if it was to shroud them in horseskin.

The faces who came over, all the familiar faces in the army looked at him, but Li Qing just smiled at them, crossed their retreating line, and continued to rush towards the city gate, expressing his determination.

When the last Ionian soldier withdrew from his side, Li Qing stood still in the direction where he could see the city gate in the distance, took a deep breath, and took a position to attack.

The internal force sank with this deep inhalation of air into the body. Immersed in the eight veins of the Strange Meridian, the strange golden bell thread appeared on the surface of his skin, forming the barrier that made him invulnerable.

The palm slashed through the air, and the power erupted from the palm, knocking several Noxian warriors to the ground.

"It's him...... Li Qing! A Noxian soldier got up and trembled and pointed in his direction, and as he shouted, several Noxians around him couldn't help but take a few steps back.

They were now in the pursuit of victory, but now they were holding their battle axes and huddled in a ball, almost hiding behind the small round shield that hung from their arms.

Even if the man in front of him no longer had the blindfold on his cheek that was as famous as his owner, it was still the Grim Reaper that the Noxian soldiers could distinguish at a glance.

"It's just a mortal who knows a little about ancient martial arts." A voice came from the direction of the city gate, and a man's deep voice was suppressed, but it couldn't hide the domineering arrogance.

Li Qing looked up at the direction of the voice, it was a tall man, a pure black cloak hanging down to his knees, and iron boots with gray wool gave people a sense of heaviness out of thin air.

It was as if he was going to stomp his opponent with that heavy boot.

"Yes, you're just a mortal in a black cloak."

The general lowered his cold eyes slightly, and stopped a few steps away in front of Li Qing, Li Qing felt the strong power that emanated from him.

This force made his whole body tense, and even the flow of power in the meridians seemed to be slowed down by this deterrent force.

Li Qing knew that General Du Kekao's strength was extremely terrifying, but he didn't know that it had reached such a point - if his mind and strength were a little weaker, he was afraid that the moment the other party showed his strength just now, he would completely collapse.

There was no time to be surprised, because the opponent's offensive had already hit like a storm, Li Qing didn't see his movements clearly at all, as if he was instantly drilled out of the air in front of him, and with a wave of the sleeves of his robe, he actually slapped out with his bare hands.

A fair fist and kick fight?

Li Qing twisted his wrist as if retreating, but then he used his strength to hit horizontally and met the slashing arm. The general didn't have any tricks, but Li Qing believed that if this palm was just a feint, there would be countless ways for Du Kekao to kill him in just a second.

The arms under the long sleeves of the black big slammed into the solid arms of Li Qingfu's cash line.

Li Qing heard a piercing "gaba" sound from his bones, accompanied by a heart-piercing pain, which hit his brain from his arm. It was a terrible force, and it was not the general's arm at all, but a sharp giant sword. No, it was sharper than any weapon in the mortal world, and it could pierce through his unbreakable skin like a golden bell, and cut through his bones and bones.

Even if he tried to use the push hand in the ancient martial arts to drain his strength, the power was far beyond the extent that he could channel, and the blade in his palm was completely destroying any body part he touched in an instant.

It's almost impossible......

This is the strength of the extreme, according to the ancient martial arts of the East that he has learned in the past few years, it is extremely rigid and easy to break. What we see now, however, is a fierce and incomparable might.

The general was blowing the wind, his body was as fast as the wind, Li Qing quickly retreated, the general raised his hand and grabbed it, as if a strange force grabbed his body, and grabbed him in the direction of the general.

Immediately followed by a slap on the chest, Li Qing's body was thrown out like a weak pom-pom, and his body smashed a hidden wooden door and fell into the room.

It seemed to be a brewery, full of barrels, large and small, and its owner had not had time to take all the personal possessions with him.

Li Qing slammed on the barrel, the barrel shattered, the liquor splashed everywhere, and the high-purity spirit seemed to evaporate as soon as it left the barrel, like a liquid flame, burning on his skin.

He propped his hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but only to vomit a mouthful of blood for his futile efforts. The Noxians followed their general into the room, looking at Li Qing as he fell to the ground, talking incessantly, or marveling at how easily this guy could be knocked down.

"You can beat me...... No...... It is impossible to defeat the will of the entire Ionian......" Li Qing slowly stood up, his knees supporting his body, but he seemed to be unable to bear it, and shook slightly.

"But you don't see the end of it." The general's palms sank. Under the black calamity, the terrifying power once again flowed.

However, Li Qing suddenly let out a low roar, and the energy that overflowed from his skin instantly ignited the strong-smelling wine, burning outside his golden and iron skin, and clusters of blue flames rose.

It seems to have turned into a golden man bathed in fire.

But the skin of the golden bell also gradually melted in the flames. Shocking. The Noxians retreated as if they were a demon crawling out of hell, burning with flames.

"Get out of this land!"

……

Soraka looked at the black smoke rising from the depths of the street, and although she didn't know what was happening, she knew it was the direction in which the Noxians were attacking.

Li Qing......

The warrior monk who dragged the weakened sick body with his heart set on stopping the Noxians.

Beside her, the medic carried the seriously wounded warrior on a stretcher, and the less injured were directly on their backs, approaching the direction of the temple.

They were already trying their best to move quickly, but after all, they were carrying the wounded and could not run fast.

The retreating guards had now thrown them far away and disappeared into the depths of the streets. They need to quickly retreat to the vicinity of the temple and prepare for the next battle.

Only a group of soldiers remained to cover the transfer of the wounded, and Dust and the Monkey were among them, and Soraka was very grateful to them, since she had disappeared into her world, it had been this child, and the spirit monkey, who had helped her through the most difficult and confusing time.

There were three other warriors, Soraka couldn't name them, but they felt familiar, and she knew from their eyes that among the wounded there must be their most cherished comrades.

In fact, Soraka didn't know what the point of this was. They had lost the walls they could defend, and retreating to the square in front of the temple was just a psychological consolation, and for these seriously wounded warriors, there was still no time to heal, and they had to be left to the mercy of the mermaids.

She just wants to do her best to save as many people as possible from the ravages of war greed.

The girl who once wanted to save the world finally knew that even if she was a demigod, there were always some things that she couldn't interfere with after all, so she just wanted to do her best and be worthy of her heart.

The beast spirit in Udir's body suddenly let out a furious roar, and Soraka looked behind him in horror, and the deep streets were noisy with black tides.

Noxian Army ......