Chapter 647: Let's Dance, Irelia

Life and death are instantaneous, and time seems to slow down.

In the face of the roaring axe, Irelia slammed off the ground, narrowly brushing the edge of the axe.

A strong wind swept through her long hair, and as she slowed down, she could clearly see the axe cut off the ends of her hair.

After passing by Irelia's side, the great axe continued to whirl into the rear, cutting off the upper and lower bodies of many Ionians like rice, and the blood splashed the ground like ink, staining the white clothes of thousands of rebels until it shattered the arch of the abandoned camp.

After seeing the path of blood behind her, Irelia's expression, which had not changed much, finally became distorted and trembled, and she roared to her feet, and rushed towards the enemy with her sword in the sea of blood.

Seon swept with one hand, sending a gust of wind as Irelia ducked from below and slid behind him. The blades swirled around her, and she stepped on them one after the other, leaping to Theon's back.

She thrust her palm, and six blades stabbed into the back of Theon's neck, and Sain roared and jerked his head, and Irelia leaped to his chest, the blades hovering in the air in response to her movements, turning into an arc of death, slashing through Theon's neck.

Qiang –

There was a piercing sound of metal scraping, and the crown inlaid with Seon's chin snapped, and the metal that expanded and contracted rapidly after the power was turned on became fragile, and Sein's entire jaw was slashed off by Irelia with the Blade of Vengeance!

Irelia waved her hand again, trying to take advantage of the lack of protection on Theon's neck and cut off his head to seal the victory. But unexpectedly, before she could make a move, Sain's hand grabbed her leg like a scarlet lightning, and then fell to the ground without the slightest skill.

How could it be so fast!

Irelia's eyes were filled with shock, she had never imagined such a transformation, after shedding a layer of pale dead skin, the movements of the originally bulky and sluggish giant could become so swift, faster than her knife! It's even faster than her eyes can catch!

The world swirled, and Irelia was thrown to the ground, and even Karma didn't have time to save her.

Blood spurted from her mouth and nose, and Irelia's mind went blank, not even in pain.

She didn't know how many bones and veins she had broken in one room, she couldn't hear anything, only her bloodshot eyes could barely see the world red with her blood.

Smelling Irelia's blood, Seon let out a roar of excitement that made his roar even more terrifying even if his jaw was cut off by Irelia.

Knowing that Irelia wasn't dead yet, he clenched his fists and slammed the latter as he fell to the ground.

At this time, Karma's aid finally arrived, and Emerald shielded Irelia.

Boom Boom Boom!

Then Sain's stormy fist blasted at the shield like a piledriver, cracking the earth, flying earth and rocks, and waves of vibration made the people around him unable to even stand on their feet.

Karma was under unprecedented pressure, and Sain's fist actually gave her the illusion of being bombarded by Sindra with countless dark magic balls, and this monster in the center of the battlefield had reached the same level of lethality as Sindra by brute force alone.

In order to keep Irelia, she held on to the shield, and the double dragon behind her began to dim.

Just as Karma was about to run out of magic, Irelia finally woke up from her slumber, and her strong desire to survive supported her to grab the crystal bottle with her only intact arm, bite off the cap, and swallow a fountain of life.

Huge amounts of life energy immediately surged through her body, flowing into her limbs and hundreds of corpses, and quickly repairing them. But she didn't wait for her body to fully recover, but just regained the only trace of strength, and despite the sharp pain of the bone spurs piercing the flesh, she took advantage of the smoke and dust to roll out to the lower ground on the side.

Karma was no longer able to continue, and the desperate Revocation Shield began to absorb the energy of the river of mana, quickly filling up his reserves to preserve his strength for the more brutal battles that followed. And Seon continued to hammer the earth until his anger was poured out.

But when the smoke cleared, he didn't find any clues about Irelia in the rammed pit in front of him, not even a little meat sauce!

His eyes were blinded by anger again, and he looked up, only to find that Irelia had unknowingly run to five meters to his side, standing slowly and reluctantly.

When the others found out that Irelia had escaped, they couldn't help but let go of their hanging hearts, but before they could breathe a sigh of relief, Irelia shouted and rushed towards Theon!

She couldn't run on her legs, so she let the blade fly with her sword! Her hands couldn't move, and she turned into a sword and slammed into it!

"Ionia! Soaring and indestructible! ”

The Heirloom Blades figured it out to her at this moment, and they became the sharpest knives of Ionia, abandoning all defilement and hesitation, and rushing at the enemy with a sharp energy that could pierce everything!

"Come back! Don't go to death! You can't beat him! Karma tried to stop her, but Irelia's hearing seemed to have not yet regained and she turned a deaf ear to her commands.

"Irelia! What are you doing? Irelia! Akali was puzzled, but she couldn't stop Irelia in the form of a sword.

"Leader! Don't ......"

This spirit of fighting to the end is also admired by Noxians. The soldiers in white or black armor all stopped their soldiers and looked at the indomitable Irelia, witnessing her ultimate fate.

Is it dancing again to perform another legend? Or does it become a glorious end for martyrs?

However, the reality is brutal.

In front of Sein, whose strength had been greatly increased, the attack of Irelia's half-crippled body became particularly ridiculous.

He intercepted Irelia in the air, grabbing her with six blades.

For a moment, the aura of despair spread wantonly on the side of the rebels, and the white wave instantly became sluggish.

"Roar!"

Sain tried to say something mocking, but the lack of jaw left him with an indefatigable roar, and he clenched his hands hard, and Irelia immediately let out a muffled grunt of pain.

But she didn't give up, and lowered her head to let the six blades at her side push Sain's palms apart, struggling to resist his grip.

Sain squeezed hard for a few moments, but couldn't pinch Irelia to pop, and finally let out a reluctant roar and shoved her into his own hot hearth.