"Be careful!" Udil shouted, and then burst into flames, blocking in front of Anivia, the green light condensed into tortoise shells, and the sharp knife was hard to block. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This seemingly calm throwing dagger turned out to be amazingly powerful, and the tortoise shell forged by the light green light of this illusory body was also deeply embedded in it, and it was not at all restrained by this hard resistance, and the bleak cold light shone on the edge of the blade, as if it would stab down after the shield was dissipated.

Then there was a silent calm.

"There's no need, she's a spirit, and such a mortal weapon can't hurt her." Jax stood calmly beside him.

"Even if it's useless, it's enough to have that heart." Ani didn't move, hugged her arms and said coldly, the cold frost wrapped Udil's body, but what the functions from the body told this beast spirit warrior monk was a kind of warmth on the skin, and the previous frostbite was gradually recovering.

Although it seems to be frost magic, its essence is no different from the fire of the phoenix spirit, and it is a flame with the power of restoration.

"Because he respects you as a god," Jax looked around, and the edge of the ice tower had been silently hung with countless iron hooks and cables - climbing such a freestanding ice tower from a vertical direction was definitely a risky plan, and the slightest mistake would have fallen between the clusters of ice spikes, but it could maintain such a quiet ascent. "In my opinion, you are no different from ordinary people."

"So you don't want to save you?"

"Because there's no need for that." Jax's brass lamppost slipped out of the cuffs and was carried on his shoulder, and the rough-looking weapon suddenly surged out of the lampshade, "But your body is very troublesome." Jax looked around, the hook claws with chains hanging from the end of the tail came from all directions, making a clicking sound, Fang Cai's knife was just a feint, and their real target was not a few people on the ice tower, but - the huge phoenix egg on the top of the ice tower!

Jax leaped to his feet, as if his body had no weight, the brass lamppost clenched in his hand, dancing in a circle overhead, the fierce wind of the stick hooked the steel claws with the end of the chain, wrapped in his spinning rod wind, the whirling chain led several assassins, and the force of the dance show was cushioned by the chain, and their bodies were also lifted into the air.

Such a terrifying power is not from the flesh, Udil squinted his eyes and stared at the figures that were pulled up one by one. The power of the load-bearing wall was magic, just as the viscous golden light that flowed from the brass lamppost gave it a completely magical effect.

This Jax is light and agile, and with such magic protection, he may be able to hold on to his brute bear strength. It is said that Jax has the reputation of being a master of weapons, because all weapons are readily available in his hands, he has a reputation for winning one hundred and thirty-two consecutive games in the arena, and the Council of the War College has imposed special restrictions on him for this, Jax is dissatisfied with the ruling, and has since used brass lampposts as weapons, but ......

This seemingly ordinary lamppost gave him an indescribable feeling.

There was a clicking sound behind him, it was the sound of hook claws pulling at the surface of the giant egg, but fortunately, the surface of the eggshell was blocked by thick polar ice, and it was not harmed in the slightest.

Without a moment's delay, Udil drew the spirit of the spirit monkey, light as a swallow, and quickly rushed to the place behind him.

The faint blue halo emitted by the phoenix egg illuminates the lurkers in the shadows, the golden visor covers the face, the soft leather armor inlaid with black iron armor, the blood-red cloak is buckled behind the back by a pair of heavy shoulder armor, and the tail end of the hem slit by the wind is actually a sharp blade with silver light.

It is distinctly Noxus-style armor.

They are also completely Noxian, unscrupulous but never trying to hide what they do, and they are at ease believing that their conquest is justified, just as a lion pounces on an antelope.

Udir doesn't hate such a style, but especially likes it.

He climbed onto the chain, the spirit of the fire phoenix breathed in the scorching flames, the blazing temperature melted the chain into molten iron, preventing them from flying over, the assassin landed lightly, the moment his foot stepped on the ground, the broken chain also roared, like a whip, they used this cover to quickly approach, punched at close range, and suddenly popped out of the gauntlet an arm-long blade, stabbing at Udir.

Udir laughed loudly, attracting the spirit of the giant bear to possess him, and roared to meet the battle!

The iron chain was wrapped around Jax's lamppost, and the assassin who was thrown up was not frightened, and in three or two clicks, he disassembled the flying claws attached to his arm, jumped into the air, and turned violently, and the blade of the hem of the cloak instantly flew towards Jax, and more than thirty bright blades surrounded an attack net.

No one saw how Jax acted, only knew that after that, he could only hear the clanging sound of gold and iron hitting the ice, and more than thirty sharp blades fell to the ground one after another, and Jax's figure stood in front of the knife forest on the ground, but he was unharmed.

This is the Pupil of Destiny, a magical pupil that can see all the attack trajectories!

But when he was dodging in the iron rain of blades just now, Jax didn't know why the trajectory of these blades reflected in the pupil technique, each of which seemed to coincide with two lines.

A figure suddenly appeared in his mind, a man dressed in a long cloak of unknown material, emitting a metallic silver sheen, angular cheeks hidden in the shadow of the hood.

It's the same technique!

He felt that there was a strong imprint suddenly surging in the flying blade embedded in the ice, and the filamentous connection between the flying knife and the assassin was originally only vague, as small and secretive as a twinkle, and suddenly became clear at the moment when the killing intent suddenly appeared.

The swarm of knives that landed on the ground suddenly rose up, turned and retracted in the direction of the assassins, as if they were birds and geese returning to their nests at dusk, and between their blades and the assassins, it was Jax's body.

The body reacted quickly, Jax fell down, his hands on the lamppost half-propped up, counted the time of two breaths, rolled to the side, and avoided it without danger-

Holding his arms against the lamppost, he jumped up, and a knife light suddenly pierced through the layers of hidden shadows, splitting his head and covering his face, the existence of this knife, including the trajectory reflected in the pupil of fate, was peeled out of the air in an instant.

It was a lion with great patience, and the wolves drove away its prey for him, and he disappeared silently, motionless, waiting for the moment when the prey took the bait, and then opened his bloody mouth.

Beneath Jax's shattered porous mask was a fair, delicate cheek.

"You...... Still alive? ”