The orb was circulating in her hand, and in fact, Ahri couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in her heart, because when the orb hit the giant in armor, she didn't feel the breath of life spirit as usual. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It feels as if the opponent is a dead man.

This kind of attack also felt a little strange to her—all actions that were not done to satisfy the thirst for spirits would make Ahri feel strange in the bottom of her heart.

However, she felt that her behavior had already become outlandish, or she should have continued to work for Sindra now, to hunt, or rather, to trap the humans, to trap them, to make them fall into a state of confusion, and then to put an end to their ugliness by herself. Expand your power as you please, and let the power of the spirit turn into a steady stream of magic to fill your body.

It's a truly intoxicating feeling.

But she had a faint sense of the specialness of the man in her heart, and the specialness of the warriors who were now fighting alongside her—they had come together as if they were doing something impossible.

I didn't expect humans to have such a strange time.

The salty blood suddenly diffused from his side, and Ahri noticed the man who appeared on the battlefield out of thin air, and his amber pupils suddenly narrowed solemnly.

Vladimir.

The guy he met when he was absorbing the spirit in the tavern that day, although he was the messenger of Noxus to deliver an olive branch to Sindra that day, and he had never fought each other, but he was a little jealous of him from the bottom of his heart.

The breath of the spirit all exudes a dead breath that is diametrically opposed to the vitality of life, it is a kind of decaying breath, Ahri even thinks that this guy's spirit cannot be called a spirit at all, it can only be regarded as a symbol of life, but it has nothing to do with life.

The two in front of her, the Blood Warlock and the Undead Giant, neither of them made her see through, and the same was true for Reginard next to him, who was frowning at the moment.

"It turned out to be you." Reginard said calmly, "What tricks did you play with the undead army this time?" ”

Vladimir hugged his arms, and the long steel claws worn on his wrists crossed in front of his chest and landed on his big arms, and the smile on his face was unpredictable.

"You're overestimating me, Reginard, the Undead Legion is not my handiwork. The magic array just now was just used for sacrifice, with my blood slave. He smiled grimly, "I wonder what a wonderful sense of power it would be to sacrifice the Blood God with your blood?" ”

"No more nonsense, Vladimir!" A rumbling voice came from under the giant's helmet, resonating in a low voice in the small space inside the helmet.

The armored giant seemed to be dissatisfied with Vladimir's dragging, and as soon as his words fell, the movements of his hand were unambiguous, and he raised his hand to slash the giant axe towards Reginald.

Seeing this, Vladimir's palm flipped over, and a stream of blood appeared out of thin air, winding into a ball of blood floating above the palm, and he threw it lightly, and the blood flowed in the air and quickly grew vines, and pounced on Reginade.

The double attack struck at the same time, Reginald's heart tightened, and he dodged in an instant, and several of Ahri's foxfires also condensed and surrounded Reginald's side.

However, the vines of blood actually sealed the giant's battle axe.

"You?" The giant's voice was filled with manic rage, eager to tear the pale creature to shreds.

"I sacrificed the Blood Slave in order to prepare that technique and defeat this legendary mage with my own hands. It's up to you to intervene and make this battle seem both brutal and primitive. His elegant tone was unhurried, a look of disdain spread across his cheeks, and his gaze looked to the side with disdain.

"Get out of here!" The giant didn't bother to pay any attention to Vladimir, and the giant axe slashed with a half-circle of his arm, until he was about to split Reginad in half. Vladimir snorted disdainfully, and the anger in his eyes almost erupted, but he did not stop it again.

The stinger flipped over in Rigginade's hand and reconnected with the great axe, the sting was a blade to attack after all, and the block was slightly inferior.

A tenacious force suddenly enveloped his body, and he saw Li Qing's support from the corner of his eye. The mysterious energy surged in his body, and it seemed that he could walk at will, and with the help of him as a springboard, he appeared in front of the giant in an instant. The converging palms pushed forward, and it struck the giant in the chest.

The force exploded in the palm of his hand, and the tall body was knocked back a few steps, but the giant seemed to have no pain, without the slightest pause, and his wrist flipped sideways, pulling the sharp axe back and cutting the right arm of the blind monk in front of him.

Reginard was about to warn him of the danger, but soon realized that there was no need for it. The blade touched his exposed bronze skin, as if it had slammed into the hard steel, making a dull "bell" sound.

It is the mysterious oriental ancient martial arts, the golden bell jar.

"I'll deal with this guy." Li Qing turned his face sideways and said to Reginald, his palms as if they were being pushed by a force, and he slowly put on a posture.

Reginard nodded, and only said, "Be careful." ”

Li Qing's support is very timely, he doesn't want to face two opponents at the same time, although it is not known whether Vladimir will make a move, but after all, he must be on guard in his heart, and when he fights, he seems to be tied hand and foot.

"Ahri." He looked at the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox on the side, "You'd better help hold off the enemies around you, I don't want to be distracted while fighting." ”

She looked at him, her eyes clearly intending to fight alongside him, but his determined gaze forced her to bite her lip and pull away, the dancing orb and the flaming fox fire searching for her surroundings.

"He likes to take the most dangerous things personally. What a distressing nasty guy. Irelia's comments about him seemed to come to her ears.

Seeing this, Vladimir finally got his wish and laughed darkly, the tip of his tongue slid over his blood-colored lips, and the strange magic in his body was also noisy, "Is the guy who is in the way finally sent away?" I'm glad you didn't have any injuries this time, Reginard, and no matter what, you can't count as invincible. ”

Suddenly a burst of lightning struck from the depths of his gaze, followed by a humming sound that was getting closer and closer.

The lightning blessed his actions like the wind, and what wrapped the thin sword in his hand was a whirlwind that rolled up, becoming more and more noisy, and the whirlwind seemed to be able to tear everything apart.

Bee sting, its blood groove can make the wind swirl into a vortex when chopping, making a sound like tens of thousands of bees flapping their wings at the same time! At this moment, with the blessing of Reginader's wind and thunder, it can condense into a violent tornado outside the sword body!

The dodge retreat was already too late, and several streams of blood flowed out of the body, twisting into a shield wall of blood.

The tip of the sword in the eye of the wind broke through all obstacles and went straight to the door. Vladimir raised the steel claws on his wrist to resist, and the force of the whirlwind still cut a few blood marks on his cheeks.

Although it was not obvious and did not cause much pain, it was enough to make Vladimir angry.

The steel claws that emitted silver light and the transparent blades of the bee stings pressed against each other, and the duel between the two magicians was actually a hand-to-hand wrestle from the beginning, except for Reginald, how many people in the wizarding world would have such a style?

The young magician smiled lightly:

"That stupid big guy just said right, you really have too much nonsense."