The battlefield was filled with chaos and roars, and the warriors vented their inner anger and pain with blood and swords. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the strong get up from the pool of blood again and again, and the cowardly can only die. How many warriors roared in tears: "You killed my brother!" ”

Contorted faces fell beside her, and in this bloody battlefield, nowhere was safe, and the Grim Reaper cruising nearby with a scythe, could push you into a pool of blood at any moment.

The brain is already in a trance.

She saw those fierce faces, rushing in her direction, she raised her sword to block, her body was completely driven by instinct, raised her hand to pull away the oncoming sword, and the sharp sword momentum slashed down, straight through the flesh and blood.

At that moment, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

She felt the resistance from the sword, into the flesh, broken bones, broken tendons, it turned out that no matter how tenacious the warrior's will and tenacious iron bones were, in front of the sword was just a piece of hot cheese, which was easily cut open at once, and hot blood splashed all over.

Her hands trembled, and the heat of the blood splashed on her body was extremely clear. She felt as if her body and soul had been completely separated, and it was as if she was under the water, and through the thick layer of water, the sound of killing could be heard overhead, as if centuries had passed.

The shiny blade was stained with bone debris and plasma mixed with bone marrow. Irelia looked up and met the other's resentful gaze—

His hand gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and his body trembled from the exertion, as if he wanted to tear her to shreds, but his body did not fight.

Then, slowly, he stopped moving, and the look of some kind of life in his eyes completely disappeared, but that gaze full of resentment...... Human eyes, sometimes just so terrible, seem to be staring at her and eating away at her.

She killed for the first time.

I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... I really...... There is no way...... To not kill is to be killed......

This is war.

Maybe the battle is a glory, a clash of skills, or a contest of beliefs. But war is not - it is not a kind of beauty that has no beauty to speak of, the most primitive and bloody violence, killing, or being killed, such a fight is no different from a wild beast.

Her eyes flickered, the sound of the battle cry made her eardrums hurt, her ear canal echoed with a buzzing ring, her head ached, and the pungent smell of blood made her want to vomit.

The tremor on the sword shook Irelia's body, and the force on her arm resisted the force. The chaos in her eyes seemed to be in this swaying, suddenly shattering, slowly becoming clear.

It's a dull and heavy greatsword.

A line of mysterious runes was engraved on the thick blade, flickering with a dark green glow that seemed to be black, and this dull light was depressing.

The owner of the sword turned out to be a Noxian girl, who looked about her age, with a slender body, but in her hand was such a bulky behemoth. The silver hair is tied at the back of the head, giving people a sense of sophistication.

In the blink of an eye, the delicate body in heavy armor broke into Irelia's sight, and she quickly raised the weapon in her hand to block the rough blow. The blades staggered, and a burst of dazzling sparks erupted.

The weight of her hand almost crushed her arm.

This woman's shoulder and arm strength is so terrifying!

Sure enough, if the woman of Noxus wants to survive in that chaotic city of the jungle, she must either sell her body or rely on strength.

Irelia remembered that this opponent seemed to be the Noxian general who saluted them before the battle, and she was really unlucky to encounter such a character in this chaotic battlefield.

"Not bad." The other party said, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smile-

And then there were three consecutive slashes!

Irelia raised the sword in her hand, and under this fierce confrontation, sparks flew from the surface of the blade, although Irelia knew a thing or two about swordsmanship, and Ionia's martial arts were the most particular and the method of discharging strength, but she still felt that her arms were about to be dislocated by the shock.

Irelia tightened her teeth, took the blow and quickly retreated. The opponent takes a quick step, the body rotates, the sword momentum is like a gale, and with the blessing of the twisting force, it is a powerful sweep!

The strong impact made her ribs hurt faintly this time, and the two swords crossed against each other, and the two girls were close enough to feel each other's breathing, and she could see her own teeth trembling in her eyes.

Immediately after that, the third blow ......

The leaping figure almost obscured the poor sunlight of the day, casting a deep shadow in front of her, and the light shining through her slender side stung Irelia's eyes—

Damn, I can't even see where the sword is.

Irelia calmed her breath and counted for three seconds, then she suddenly fell short and rolled on the ground, her greatsword falling beside her, and a deep pit in the masonry of the street.

She was just a stone's throw away from death! She couldn't help but gasp.

The current situation of the battle has plunged her into despair.

She didn't even notice that the runes on the sword gradually lit up with the previous wind-like sword moves, with a faint might.

The opponent was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, when the forward body suddenly stopped, and a cold arrow swept against the hair.

Irelia looked behind her, in the direction the arrow had come from.

It's Elder Gondor.

The old man held a longbow in his hand, and the next arrow was already on the string, and the arrow was shining with a chill. His gaze under his thick eyebrows was particularly resolute at the moment.

The Noxian woman sneered, and the runes on her sword violently jumped with powerful energy, like the tide of the morning hustle and bustle.

She swung her long sword, and the dark green light on the sword peeled off the surface of the blade, and suddenly swung out, turning into a huge fan-shaped sword qi, and rushed towards the direction of Elder Gondor!

"Be careful!"

Irelia shouted, her body had already made the most decisive move, blocking in front of the elder, raising her sword to make a defensive gesture, but she knew in her heart that this was not a killing move that could be easily blocked.

She lowered her head and closed her eyes, waiting for the devastating storm.

Her body was suddenly enveloped by a warm force, and the breath seemed to appear in front of her in an instant. She looked up, and across her was a muscular body.

The man was shirtless, almost bald, with only hair in a braid in the center of his head, and a red cloth blindfold tied in a knot behind his head.

It was him just now, standing in front of her, resisting the sword aura of the Noxian woman.

How is this possible?

His whole body was floating with golden threads, and at this time, a pair of bare hands, propped on the top of his head, took the giant sword that the woman cleaved. The palm that pressed against the blade of the sword did not even shed a drop of blood.

She was so shocked that she couldn't even speak.

Legendary ...... Golden bell jar?!

Then, he should be the blind monk Li Qing, the distant visitor who shook the whole of Ionia, and after only a few months of practice, he comprehended the most magical qigong golden bell jar.

"Sorry, it's late." Li Qing said handsomely and smiled shallowly.

Irelia heard a battle cry in the distance, like a breath of fresh air pouring into the ruined battlefield—yes...... Ionian reinforcements?!

"Reinforcements?"