"Go, go, go!"

The funny man in red and black plaid soft pants was walking with his impassioned steps, his slender arms shaking hard, and when his fist was raised, he didn't care as his arm was almost thrown to the back of his head, although the greasy white gloves struck his demon's horns from time to time, making a low sound, shaking a little white snow, and shaking more and more blood.

The clown seemed to be fascinated by his light steps, and in order to make his movements more exaggerated, he deliberately slowed his feet, he raised his thumb, and stood on tiptoe to make his slender body begin to spin, turning in a circle of one hundred and eighty degrees.

He enjoyed it.

Standing on the skull of the lizardman with a dagger in it, the cold wind swept through by inertia howled a lot of fresh green, and although the blood was full of the smell of inferior creatures, following the six copper awls of the messy swallowtail, they still muddied the air, leaving the joker with a misty blood-colored tornado.

"Ho ho ho ho ......"

Dozens of lizardmen lay across in a creepy laugh, and the lizardmen's heads under the slender red boots had become a blur of flesh and blood because of this waltz, as if they had been processed by a meat grinder, and the turquoise scales, blood, bones, and even brains were mixed together, and the man suddenly stopped spinning his body, and pressed his right hand to the skull, like the humility and humility of the great magician when he received the applause of the crowd.

But humility and humility could never have come to him.

The clown was already squealing and screeching, stepping on the mixture of snow and blood, the viscous feeling sticking to his boots, making him so comfortable that every hair trembled from the bottom of his heart.

"Sakao, I've been waiting for you for a long, long time."

The exuberance continued, and the clown struggled to exercise his endurance and muscles as if he were standing on a treadmill, and the disgusting splashes raged out, and he was clinging to these disgusting things, accompanied by the glow of green in his eyes, telling of deadly evil.

"Whoa!"

The sound of the robe sweeping through the cold wind made the pungent smell of blood lighten a little, and the man with the hooked nose pulled the crimson scarf against his face in extreme disgust, and his eyes, which were sharper than the goshawk, easily cut through the misty blood, and he calmly raised the silver-white thorn blade tied to his hand, and the red blood eyes were like the head of a silver dragon roaring fiercely!

Dangerous guys, deadlier than any enemy.

The King of Assassins stood quietly in the snow and ice, he slowed down his breath, calmed his rhythm, and even the heat he exhaled no longer affected the flow of the wind, this blue and resolute shadow was in harmony with the heavens and the earth, and there was no discord with it.

"You murdered Cassiopeia's butler, poisoned Miss's coffee, you kidnapped and tortured twenty-one Noxus military strategists in one night, the demon clown, your provocation made it unnecessary for you to live."

Tyrone's body gradually merged with the snow, and Sacco stared at the empty snow and the vanished Tyrone for a long time, his strange green eyes did not change.

"Tut-tut, Shadow of the Blade, claiming to be a retainer of General Du Kekao, at the end of the day, you are just an eagle dog in their line, oh~ It should be more pleasant to say that it is a lackey!"

Sacco grabbed his throat and let out a shrill laugh, sharp enough to pierce one's eardrums, and laugh at his enemies with pleasure, which was what the demon clown was best at and most fond of disturbing the minds of his enemies, and he loved to see a man jump off a wall before he died.

"Bang!"

Sacco bent on one foot and jumped into the air!

The horrific corpse of the lizardman beneath his feet finally exploded into meat scraps, countless deadly daggers coated with venom burst out of the blood, and the shadow of the blade lifted the pitch-black robes, hundreds of daggers that could poke people into bloody holes, completely dancing in the fierce wind, a crackling and sharp collision sound, and a bright green figure had rushed out of the dense competition dagger storm.

Going up the wind is much lighter than the messy snow.

"Dang!"

After a few months, in this barren and silent cursed land, the two finally played a second friction.

The sharp dark eyes condensed with an incredible look, and the shadow of the blade dodged the two iron chains twisted in the sky, but stepped on the iron chains with the help of the whistling wind, and the bloody eyes of the silver dragon's head suddenly swept with murderous intent, and this blade of judgment slashed at Sacco's head!

This is what terrifies countless heroes, and it can block the magic and kill people in an invisible fame stunt - the battle of cutting throats.

"Whoa!"

Sacco's thin body slowed down visibly, and he hurriedly swung his dagger that had lost its magic power, pulling the chains, looking like it was too late! Because the shadow of the blade pierced the firmament, the blade of judgment, was about to pierce into his eyeballs.

"Truly, the object of the prank is you!"

Tyrone's pupils contracted suddenly! At the last moment, the two cold chains that seemed to be flustered and waved out actually wrapped around their feet, with the help of the gap of half a second of activity, Sacco smiled, he bowed his waist and shook the chain away, Tyrone was caught off guard, and his whole body was bound by iron chains, and he fell down heavily!

"Poof!"

The huge white snow exploded, and no one could figure out why Sacco's weak body had more explosive power than the King of Assassins, although the snow was soft, but it really smashed into the frozen soil that had not changed for thousands of years, this heavy blow was unbearable for ordinary people.

And the shadow of the blade is obviously not an ordinary person.

"Enjoy the taste of steel!"

Another round of surging snow, three silver rings trembled from the black robe with the fury of the dragon and the tiger's roar, they rushed out, cut the cold wind, swept out the murderous breath, the terrifying murderous aura made people's blood almost coagulate.

Seeing the two chains shattered by the King of Assassins, Sacco shook his palms like a magic trick, and two new cold chains came out in a dream, and the double-sided poisonous blades with the same personality flew out like the fangs of a poisonous snake, and suddenly exploded with Tyrone's weed-cutting momentum.

The demon clown disappears into thin air.

Calmness is an opportunity for two absolute magic forces in the sky to crush each other.

Blade's face remained unchanged, and the palm of the Judgment Blade twisted behind him in an eerie posture, "Squeak! The soldering iron, like a fire, lingered, burning Sacco's stiff, snow-white face.

Tyrone struck the defense, but for some reason, his left elbow swung the transparent air in front of him, and in the wind and snow, there was a sudden sound of bones breaking, and a pair of slender boots scratched the frozen ground and retreated four or five feet away, revealing his figure, which turned out to be the Sacco clown who was good at using deception magic to obtain invisible means.

"Click, click."

Sacco the Clown's snow-white cheeks still showed no change, and at some point, he acted more like a puppet, not knowing the tiredness and pain, and Sacco twisted his broken arm as if he were twisting a stick.

Turning twice as hard as a propeller, Sacco grinned and moved his unusually exaggerated pace, every time he fought with Tyrone, there was always no real winner or loser, and in the same way, no matter how disadvantaged he was, this Blade Shadow would never be able to really kill himself.

"What do you mean by luring me all the way from Noxus to the Cursed Ice Field?"

Tyrone opened his chest, the few ribs that had just been broken healed naturally, and the black curls teased his fierce eyes, and Tyrone stopped his desire to continue the assassination.

"Uh-huh, hey-hee-hee."

Sarco the Joker didn't answer Blade Shadow's question at all, and was still warming up, and the mixture of brains stuck to his high boots soon caused the heat in his veins to rush all over his body, and the snow-white of the man's face with crazy destruction and abuse was constantly becoming deformed.

"Why? Sacco Why should I seduce you to the Cursed Icefield! ”

The hearty ridicule made Blade Shadow's decisive face darken, and Sacco continued to laugh maniacally, "Ah! It was the boy, and Sacco wanted to taste his delicious blood, to cut the veins out of the flesh, to fill the blood groove of a hundred daggers with his sinful blood, and to return ......"

"Enough!"

A cold snort of displeasure interrupted Sacco's continued nonsense, and no one in Valoran could ever know what Sacco was thinking, for Sacco always appeared to the world as a madman, and he had succeeded in deceiving many people.

However, Tyrone knows that he is not a madman, because everything he does has a certain purpose.

For example, the poison in Miss Cassiopeia's coffee, which was more poisonous than the sand snake, successfully attracted Miss Cassiopeia's attention and hindered the pace of rescuing the desert expeditionary force, and in that short ten minutes, the vengeful blade of the goddess of war Sivir slaughtered the besieged army of Noxus, and none of them survived.

For another example, the twenty-one military strategists killed by the Sacco Joker in one night in a horrific way are the confidants and loyal ministers of the Grand Duke of Ferrekevin, and Tyrone is very happy about the death of the overlord's retainers, but the most direct consequence of the death of the twenty-one military strategists is the defeat of the border war against Demacia, and Noxus has suffered heavy losses!

Sarco the Joker is deliberately creating chaos, as if to quell it.

Many of the people of Noxus died, and Demacia did not feel good.

The prince of Demacia, Jiawen IV, was stabbed in the shoulder blade wearing fire dragon armor by Sacco coldly, and the vicious venom penetrated into the bones, which directly caused Jiawen IV's battered body to be unable to continue the conquest of Noxus, and finally one of the nine kings, the son of the stars, Soraka, came forward to heal the severely injured Jiawen.

Now, Noxus and Demacia hate Sacco the Joker!

Tyrone decided not to think about such a complicated question anymore, on the sharp nose of Yingting, the murderous intent that could not be dissolved in the eagle's eyes became boiling like boiling water, Tyrone looked at Sacco like a corpse in the gutter.

The shadow of the blade suddenly froze its eyes, as the boiling killing intent was blocked by a desperate darkness.

"I heard the cries of ignorance."

The flickering light of death from the huge crossbow gun obscured half of the sky, and under the crimson cloak, this calm and light tone made Tyrone and the clown hold their breath together!

(End of chapter)