The snow danced in a fierce wind.

Those winds came suddenly and violently, so that they suppressed the roar of the Iron Ridge Mountain Range, and the roar of the wind in the abyss, they came quickly, and came madly, it was a storm that destroyed the world and the earth!

Endless magic poured into the body of the broken sword, and the blade of the wind became brighter and more shocking, and it was now more like a tornado cloud that obscured the sky, and the entire sword body emitted a low humming sound everywhere.

The snow and ice in the snowy region are trembling.

The entire Freljord King is like a lair of winds, constantly constructing unimaginable destructive power.

Wu Wenxu firmly grasped the blade of the wind, the sword had become more dazzling and flashing than the magic sword, and the sword was held by Wu Wenxu in his hand, like a complete world.

No one knew how much the sword weighed at the moment, and no one could estimate the strength of the sword's wind.

"The momentum of this sword is getting more and more intense."

Yasuo drank the liquor heroically, and his eyes jumped with an unusually fierce light.

"Swing your sword, Wu Wenxu!"

"Do you want to destroy this snowy region! If you dare to swing it, they will all die together! ”

The Sword Demon could no longer maintain his composure, even though he was a sword at the moment.

Wu Wenxu's terrifying magic skills, Aatrox couldn't estimate how powerful it would be!

"They will not die, because this is the sword of justice."

The lord raised his sword high, the endless hurricane wind ruffled Wu Wenxu's sideburns, dried the blood and dirt, and his eyes were as deep as the universe, and he spat out the ancient proverb that Yasuo often hung on his lips.

"Glory is in the heart, not in the form."

In the trembling snowy region, all the winds have gathered in the Wind Blade, and the majestic, vast magic particles have constructed a galaxy-like unparalleled picture, they have been suppressed for too long, they have waited too long, they finally do not have to wait any longer.

"My original intention, never forget!"

The invisible hurricane suddenly turned into a burning tornado, and in it carried the ultimate soul power of the soul elegy.

Wind, Skeleton Flame, Soul, that is Wu Wenxu's strongest magic skill - the Death of the White Wind Fangyan!

Wu Wenxu swung his sword and used all his life's strength.

No one could see this sword clearly, because this was the power of the real Holy Order, and it was the strongest sword that gathered all the magic power in the snowy region!

This sword clearly condensed an infinite hurricane, but after swinging it, it was extremely peaceful.

In the snowy region, the wind is calm.

Then, thousands of miles away, the Iron Ridge Mountains suddenly collapsed, and large areas of rolling stones fell and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The depths of the snowy leylines emitted the mournful roar of a dragon and a tiger, as if it had suffered some kind of inviolable force, and it began to fall apart and disintegrate.

A vision appeared in the sky.

Numerous endless transparent fragments cracked in the void, which was the trace of the destruction of space after being distorted to the extreme, and at the end of the void, a cold white burst of wind and flame slashed towards the sword demon.

That arc of the sword transcended the description of power, because it was too domineering, too heroic, too determined!

Even the Skeleton Flame Heavenly Monarch couldn't see the trajectory of the arc slash clearly!

The arc of light broke through the void of space, silently, and it slashed fiercely from the blade of the magic sword, like a breeze in the Zen world, without making a sound, and then rushed straight into the farther sky, carrying a domino-like shattered space, until it disappeared from everyone's view.

"Poof......

As the White Wind Flame Flame vanished from his eyes, the Lord spurted blood and collapsed into the ruins of the leylines.

Everyone sat on Tassileo's body, looked from the sky, and found that a mountain peak in the Iron Ridge Mountains in the distance had been blown off by a hurricane, and the royal capital of Freljord had completely collapsed and turned into ruins!

One man, with a sword, can destroy such a terrible might......

Wu Wenxu forcibly promoted to a half-saint cultivation with the help of the Death Hat of the World Destroyer, and then stripped the magic power of the entire snowy region to cast a devastating blow, at this moment, his cheeks were sunken, and he collapsed to the point that he couldn't even move his fingers.

"Not bad."

Yasuo's words are simple, representing the most direct reverence in the depths of his heart.

"Ya...... How's Aatrox doing? ”

Nunu swallowed his saliva and looked at the sword demon in the distance in horror.

The evil magic sword, which unleashed blood and rage, still stood proudly in the sky, unmoving.

"Roar!"

Despite the distance, Tacileo couldn't stand the pungent stench and snorted heavily.

Perhaps it was Tasileo's snort that broke the silence of the snowy region, or perhaps it was the proud body of the magic sword that reached its limit.

Under the gaze of everyone, the bloody and monstrous magic sword was like a calm lake, breaking two inches from the blade of the sword, slowly moving forward.

The magic sword is broken.

The sword representing Aatrox's will and body was broken.

The magic sword that was broken in two almost became an ordinary broken sword, and it fell to the ground without stopping, and soon splashed a slight dust mist.

I have the Wind Blade, and I can slaughter the Holy with one hand!

Those who offend me Wu Wenxu will be punished even if they are strong!

Looking at that picture, everyone almost cried with joy, the Demon King, Wu Wenxu, really cut off the sword of the Holy Ten!

The destruction of the magic sword represents the end of the Sanctuary of Aatrox, and Tassileo finally does not have to snort anymore, and the bloody stench recedes as quickly as a tide, and the eternal snow region is gradually returning to its primitive breath.

"Ahem, ahem......"

A human-like figure gradually appeared in the faint fog and dust.

Darkspawn Sword Demon Aatrox fell vertically in a pool of blood with his arms, very weak.

The broken magic sword stood beside his right arm, his body starting from his left shoulder to his waist, twisting and breaking in two, covered in dark red blood.

For thousands of years, his Dark Spawn Sword Demon had never been so weak and powerless.

"Boy ......"

As he tried to speak, a large stream of blood erupted from the ruptured intestines in his stomach, and the pain made him convulse violently.

Wu Wenxu was not far away from him.

The two were only ten feet apart.

"What are you shouting Lao Tzu for......"

The lord struggled to open his left eye, and he could hear Aatrox shouting.

"Hehe, hehehe......"

Aatrox was laughing, his laughter full of resentment, pain was nothing to him, and the blood that had passed wasn't enough to kill him instantly, but he knew one thing well.

He's going to die.

He was a dark sword demon, and he was about to die in the hands of Wu Wenxu!

"In ...... In your heyday, you were just an ant. ”

Wu Wenxu also smiled.

Aatrox was telling the truth, but he was glad that the Holy Ten would die at the hands of his own ant.

"Don't get complacent!"

Aatrox, who was lying in a pool of hot blood, suddenly raised his head, his horns hit the sky, and in those evil and resentful red eyes, all the reflections were Wu Wenxu's shadow!

"In this game, I'm just a small chess piece."

"If you kill me, it means that you will be completely involved in this game, and there is no room for death but death."

Aatrox coughed up blood violently, and some of his intestines slid out of his abdomen, soaking the ground deeper with blood.

"Hehe, what will greet you in the future will be a more terrifying and powerful guy than my Dark Descent Sword Demon, you won't live long, you will die......"

"Long live the glory!"

Wu Wenxu raised his head and saw the Dark Descent Sword Demon supporting his upper body in a pool of blood, still holding his head proud.

His eyes were unusually exaggerated, but they were gray and there was no sporadic light.

Darkspawn Sword Demon Aatrox, one of the Saint Eleven of Valoran, a monster living in legends, turned out to be dead.