The woman's voice implied a decadence, like her unhealthy complexion.

She seemed to be an anemic patient, her cheeks were as pale as paper, and she looked elastic, but when she subconsciously pressed her right cheek with one finger, there was no bright red slowly swollen, only a more and more bitter white surge.

Like the white mist that gradually rises in the cemetery in the dark night.

Like a dead man's hand sticking out from under a tombstone.

She indifferently raised the pink crossbow that was firmly on her right arm, and the steel cross-wings naturally unfolded, this cold iron color, without any emotion, only the arrow at the front of the crossbow that symbolized death and emanated.

Her movements were subtle, so subtle that Tyrone's body was trembling slightly.

"Throat Cut!"

Shadow of the Blade Hook's nose let out a heavy gasp, how could he let a woman's crossbow pass through his heart.

With a raise of his hand, the Blade of Judgment disrupted the magic power in the ice field, and Tyrone had already struck first, and the Blade of Death was as fast as the wind and thunder, stabbing fiercely into the woman's throat!

"Whoosh!"

If the Silver Dragon Judgment of Blade Shadow can disrupt the magical element to the point of containing the magic in the target's body, then the woman with dark black hair and a blood-colored cape can only be described as loud in her attack.

A resounding blow.

Crisp, neat, and unthinkable.

At the moment when Tyrone appeared on her back, a sharp arrow that tore through the air and twisted all the magical elements burst out, and this arrow flew hastily and steadily.

Steady and fast, but louder than the thunder!

"Whew!"

The Silver Arrow spiraled up hundreds of strands of wind and slammed into Tyrone's skull, so that the Shadow of the Blade didn't even have a chance to be stunned, and pressed the Judgment Blade against the Holy Silver Crossbow Arrow, retreating quickly in the cold wind and sudden snow, Tyrone tried to stabilize his body with every step, but the speed of retreat was even faster.

His assassin cunning was out of control, and his dark pupils were quickly filled with divine silver light, distorted, and his ears were filled with the sonic boom of holy silver bolts.

Tyrone didn't like it, he was a man who loved silence and darkness.

"A frightening shadow."

The woman raised her crossbow in a decadent manner, and at the moment when the shadow of the blade resisted the holy silver crossbow arrow, another crossbow arrow with a pink ghostly luster whizzed out, and then turned into a silver ray, pointing directly between Tyrone's eyebrows, like the demon of the great saint on the cross of judgment.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Two more silver rays of light cut through the northern snow, and the vicious tip thinner than a needle seemed to grow eyes, and at an unusually vicious angle, they were nailed to Tyrone's arms, and as a decisive shadow hunter, she would never give her enemies any chance to breathe.

What's more, this enemy is also the famous king of assassins in the enemy country of Noxus.

The showdown of the top magisters, even if it is an appetizer, is so thrilling!

When Tyrone stopped his embarrassed pace and his entire boot was buried in the snow, the holy silver crossbow arrows that he retreated four feet away one after another were finally roughly held in Tyrone's hand, and the judgmental crossbow arrows in his eyes failed to deprive Tyrone of his life after all.

In fact, as long as they don't want to die, who can easily take their lives?

"Boom!"

Tyrone knocked out the crossbow arrow with his backhand, and the first silver arrow that followed made a crisp collision sound, and the bell-like crisp sound stopped for a moment, and the two striking crossbow arrows reflected one left and one right, reflecting at the same time, and happened to disrupt the other two silver arrows.

The Shadow of the Blade defused the woman's attack, which should be something to be happy about.

He grimaced, not looking very happy.

Being able to see the opportunity to break through the demon seal and seize the gap in the throat-cutting battle that he is proud of, only Yasuo, the sword of the wind, can do, and now he has an extra tricky enemy for no reason, Tyrone is deeply worried about the future of the Du Kekao family.

But Blade doesn't feel a headache, he is ruthless and bloodless, in recent years, except for a few months ago when he was angry because of Wu Wenxu's affairs for half an hour, he spent all his time in killing and calm.

Killing can calm his manic mood, so Tyrone happily accepts one assassination task after another arranged by Noxus for himself.

So far, we have intercepted the demon Sarco the Clown, and Wayne the Shadowhunter!

Tyrone's calm heart began to show signs of beating violently.

"I don't think it's a good time to decide the winner."

Tyrone glanced at the comical babbling Sacco Clown, and the indifferent Shadowhunter Vayne who was reloading his crossbow bolts and preparing to continue his attack.

Hearing the tough voice of the King of Assassins, Wayne's simple filling action stopped, and the blood-red glasses shaped like the size of the eldest sister covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the change in her eyes, but Tyrone knew that Wayne must have understood what he meant.

Tyrone really wants to have an earth-shattering showdown with the demon hunt, but there is a third person present, the capricious Sacco clown who loves to stab poison in the back, and the real decisive battle cannot be the beneficiary himself.

Wayne understood this too, so she tilted her head, her hair shifting with her head, and the Shadow Hunter stared coldly at the demon clown, who was also an assassin in the dark, but was on the opposite side of the total.

"Why don't we get rid of him together?"

Wayne pointed at the crazy Sacco Joker with a pale pointed chin, and speaking of which, she rarely had the opportunity to come face to face with Sacco directly, because very few people in the entire Valoran continent could see Sacco's true form.

Anyone who saw Sacco was almost all dead.

"Huh? Phew! Great Demon King, I admire, proud Demon King, save Sacco, save, save poor Sacco, oh! Niocco doesn't want to die! ”

"Noise."

Seeing Sacco dancing and crying frantically, Wayne stepped on the severed remains of a lizardman, the silver bolts locked onto the demon clown's chest, and the pupils hidden under the blood-colored glasses seemed to be equipped with an incomparably accurate scanner.

These eyes that see through the darkness and hunt for evil can help Wayne quickly catch the loopholes and gaps of the enemy.

"The Death Realm is about to be opened."

Sacco's dancing cries turned into the wail of the wind in the dead silence, and his throat squirmed.

Six words, the tone is smooth, indifferent and refreshing.

It landed in the ears of Blade and Night Hunter, but it exploded with a bang!

Louder than the firecrackers that expelled filth on Ionian Chinese New Year's Eve, and louder than the first thunder that fell in spring.

There was no trace of Sacco in the open snowfield, but the standard aristocratic greeting had not dissipated for a long time, and the rotten grass roots next to the lizardmen's corpse at Sacco's feet were desperately sucking the blood that had cooled down long ago, and the dark green and depleted life was poured on its dying body.

It swayed comfortably in the wind, and it continued the life of the lizardman.

It can live.

The rotten grass root undoubtedly fell into Tyrone's eyes, it turned out that Sacco deliberately stepped on the lizardman's body to protect the grass roots under his feet, could it be that in his eyes, the life of a living creature was not as good as the rotten grass that was about to die?

The sudden disappearance of the hunting target also deprived Wayne of the fun of continuing to fight.

Attacking the Shadow of the Blade, he completely subconsciously used Tyrone as an obstacle to hinder his mission, and now that Sacco has escaped, it is naturally impossible to waste magic for no reason in this unknown ice field.

Having traveled thousands of miles to the Cursed Ice Field, just to recover the shame that Saco had seriously injured Gawain IV and inflicted on Demacia, Wayne did not intend to let him go easily, even if the goal was so cunning.

"I heard you right, he seems to be saying, the Death Realm, it's about to open?"

The Night Hunter contracted the crossbow arrows that he couldn't wait to kill, and the sophisticated instruments at the springs quickly made the palm-length crossbow arrows hide in the mechanism again, and if it wasn't clear how Wayne attacked, it would be difficult for anyone to escape from being caught off guard.

"I heard that the War College sent a few guys to this snowfield a long time ago to track down the movements of the Dead Realm, and I heard that the demon is also active in this cursed icefield."

At the mention of the demon, Tyrone's face visibly became a little unpleasant.

War College orders have always been very hidden, but they also play for League of Legends, and Tyrone wants to know some secrets, and it is still easy to find out.

Wayne naturally knew who the demon in Tyrone's mouth was referring to.

So her unhealthy complexion turned even more unhealthy, and the night hunter who walked in the dark and made the darkness frightened by it patiently tidied up his bags.

The secret realm of death is one of the unknowable taboos of the Hokuriku, and if the realm of death is opened, the guy who is sealed in the deepest depths and is more terrifying than any darkness will inevitably set off an unimaginable bloody storm.

And Piltover, undoubtedly, will be a direct victim!

As Demacia's long-time ally, Wayne didn't want Peel City to suffer this inexplicable catastrophe, and although Wayne could never believe Sacco's one-sided words, she still felt inexplicably jealous.

What's more, hearing such a calm and refreshing tone from Sacco's mouth is the most creepy thing.

With this jealousy in mind, Wayne decided to continue exploring the cursed ice field, and if she stumbled upon the demon that was making a big fuss in Valoran, she would be happy to nail the Holy Silver Crossbow arrow to his throat, then skin him and give it to General Galen.

Seeing the woman in blood-red sunglasses drifting away, Tyrone's eyes flickered, and his slightly stiff fingers silently stroked the silver dragon ruling.

The cold wind was still angrily gnawing at the rotten grass that refused to fall no matter what.

In the messy and tragic battlefield, there was no trace of the three top magisters fighting, except for the last one, the soft towel around the neck swept into a cold afterimage like red color in the clear snow.

Farther north, the dull clouds of the zenith were accumulating, and a terrible roar of thunder was heard from the gray dome, and the surrounding snow-capped mountains were on the verge of collapse, crushing the city.

"Hmph, dead grandson monkey with no conscience!"

Suddenly, there was a soul-stirring sound floating from the ice field outside, and only the bones of the crispy people were about to be soft.

In the vague north wind, this naturally beautiful and elegant shadow walks, only the simple red makeup wraps the white and soft delicate body, Chu Chu is pitiful, hazy, and there seem to be a few jade-white tails like snow?

(End of chapter)