Those who are keen on wealth, or in other words, are slightly dependent on material things in their spirits, once they step into the city of faith, they will be deeply involved in the torrent of 'desire' and hope, and accept the corruption of fate together with the people who are drunk and 'obsessed' with gold, and in the end, they will not become the bait of the Eight Heavenly Kings, and continue to sink and stabilize this city of miracles that has stood for nearly a thousand years.

Tyrone the Shadow of the Blade is a fierce foe and eager to take on a challenge, and if it weren't for the search for Durkkao's footprints, he would have happily stayed in the City of Faith and then rubbed the Silver Dragon Judgment and counted a few more corpses in the 'Yin' ditch.

Tyrone wants to leave the City of Faith, and it's hard for anyone to stop him.

Of course, if someone really tried to block his path, he wouldn't mind wiping the blood from the Blade of Judgment before leaving, such as a few guys who followed him all the way, thinking they were hiding their breath but were stupid like idiots.

The light blue cloak set off a calm breeze, and the shadow of the blade quietly turned into a remote alley covered with a 'yin' shadow, and the few breaths that followed secretly immediately crept up, judging from their gradually stronger killing intent, it seemed to be very proud.

Is it the man in this light blue cloak who is proud of himself that is killing himself?

Tyrone walked in the quiet alley, suddenly paused, he 'crossed' his arms, a cold figure leaning against the dark wall, the coolness of the wall can't help but Tyrone recalled the 'want' of the underground world of Noxus when he was a teenager, so he stopped moving, as if deliberately waiting for the enemy to arrive.

"He's a smart guy who knows how to appoint."

The rustling of footsteps came from the faint light not far away, and Tyrone sniffed his nose in displeasure, he smelled a smoky smell of wine, much more smelly than the smell of wine on the shore of the Moon Lake.

"Hiccup!"

The drunken man who suddenly walked out burped, he leaned against the wall with the blade, but his back was shrunk by the cold and piercing bow of the wall, he raised the flask in his hand, and poured two more mouthfuls at his mouth.

"Tsk, it's a very happy thing to drink before killing."

He sighed in satisfaction, then raised his red cheeks and said to Tyrone, "Tenth-Order Magus, how do you want to die?" Ah, I'm a merciful man, and if you're willing to surrender now, I'll be able to guarantee that you'll be left with a whole corpse. ”

"Lord Thirty Lu wants us to cut off his head, don't make your own decisions."

The drunkard with his eyes in a line stretched out his hands helplessly, and a man wearing a moon-patterned fist walked out beside him, and then an inch-headed man with five long swords and a huge Lu character written on his chest walked out, and the three of them leaned against the wall, but completely sealed all the retreats of the blade shadow!

Tyrone remembered that he had indeed clashed with a man named Thirty Lu in the town before entering the Bridge of Cold Enlightenment, and if it weren't for the three guys in front of him alerting him, he wouldn't have remembered it at all.

"If you want to complain, you can only hate yourself for not being long-sighted, offending Lord Thirty Lu, speaking of which, if you have been staying in Shen Lian's Demon Ying Pavilion, considering the status of the Shen family, we will not do anything to you for a while."

The man with the five long swords on his back sneered: "Jin drunkard, don't you pretend to be benevolent, the baby 'meat' soaked in your wine is still fresh?" I am afraid that after killing him, I will have to dissect several pregnant women who are six months pregnant, and tear up the live babies and soak them in wine. ”

The red-faced drunkard smiled shyly and retorted: "Don't talk about me, your Five Soul Sword is not cast with the flesh and blood of a young 'woman', every time you kill someone, the innocent 'girl' who plays to death is much more than I drink baby." ”

The man with the blood-colored moon on his fist slammed his fist and yelled, "Don't make any noise! Hurry up and kill him, I'm going to attend the dinner party of the King of Heaven later, and no one can eat and walk around when he's late. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, since Lord Moon Fist has spoken."

Jin Drunkard pulled up his usual hypocritical smile, and a fierce brilliance gradually appeared in his squinted drunken eyes.

The Five Soul Sword said hideously: "Kill! ”

In the quiet alley, there was a boiling killing intent in the sky.

Moon Fist, Jin Drunkard, Five Soul Sword.

The notorious three, any one of them reported their reputation, whether it was a nobleman with a little status in the City of Faith, or a magician with a little reputation, they would inevitably retreat in fear, because these three people were once the right-hand men around the King of Heaven!

Although he is now ordered by the Heavenly King to obey the dispatch of the Thirty Continents on his left arm, the guy who can still be active for countless years in the dangerous battle of the Eight Heavenly Kings is not an ordinary magister who can compete?

With the three of them joining forces, even in the hearts of eleventh-order demon masters, they can constitute terrifying nightmares!

At the moment of the surging murderous intent of the three rays, the shadow of the blade, Tyrone, indifferently revealed the silver dragon ruling, and the crimson scarlet scarf that covered his cheeks quietly fluttered.

The darkness that the light could not reach, gradually lengthened under the scarlet scarf like dry blood, and it was silent, swallowing up all the light in the alley.

In the middle of nowhere, there was just a strange sound of blades exploding.

The sound was very crisp, very neat, pure and natural release contraction, and then there was a lot of viscous liquid splashing on the wall, finally making the cold wall have a temperature, just seeing this bloody scalding, I am afraid that my hands and feet will be warm again, and my heart will be cold without temperature.

"A fool will die for honor."

The crimson scarf floated down to Tyrone's knees, and the Shadow of the Blade bent down and grabbed the scarf, wrapping it around his neck again, and the darkness that could not be seen through, with a sense of suffocation, carefully shone into the alley, 'exposing' the shattered corpses on the ground.

Tyrone, the shadow of the blade, inadvertently stepped on the severed hand that was still holding the wine jug, and the wine jug immediately cracked and shattered, and a small arm flowed out of the turbid wine, which flowed into the blood with the wine, and when the small arm stayed to resist, there was half of an eyeball that had been cut flatly, and it curled its fingers on the eyeball, as if it was going to pinch it into 'meat'!

Tyrone was fascinated by the sound of the flask shattering, but when he saw the small, still incomplete arm, his indifferent eyes suddenly contracted, and his merciless heart slammed into his chest, which made his sharp eyes outline another look.

"Thirty land, huh?"

The Shadow of the Blade muttered out of the alley, although he wanted to go to Durkkao's side immediately, but an inexplicable emotion was pulling him in the opposite direction, that area was the forbidden land of the people of the Faith City, the realm of the Eight Heavenly Kings.

Tyrone, the shadow of the blade that terrified Demacia, was not because of how strong he was, but because he was an assassin, a god-level assassin who could quietly lurk even more terrifying than a wolf as long as he aimed at his target.

The tenth-order Blade Shadow Tyrone, once assassinated a Demacian general who could not be found by the top leaders of Noxus in half a month, and the general's realm was the eleventh-order, and under the protection of many masters, he died silently in the bedroom.

This is the horror of Tyrone the Shadow of the Blade, a man close to legend.

'At the banquet of the Emperor of Hui, the left arm of the thirty lands will appear in the realm of the King of Hui. ’

Tyrone calmly put on a blood-colored moon patterned fist, and used the disguise skills taught to him by a certain 'woman' of the black 'color' rose, and easily changed his appearance to the appearance of the moon fist, symbolizing the eight heavenly kings of the peak gathering of the ice clan, no one has ever dared to beat their idea, and because of this, Tyrone is easy to find out about the place where the king of the heavens is feasting.

"Moon Fist, Lord Thirty Lu seems to be looking for you."

Moon Fist has the highest status among the notorious three, even walking in the realm of the Heavenly King, those nobles who look like dogs have to nod their heads to Tyrone, who is used to seeing this scene in Noxus, can behave more naturally than the real Moon Fist when he accepts the flattery.

Tyrone lowered his voice, glanced at the fat nobleman with no one in his eyes, and said, "Where is Lord Thirty Lu?" ”

This fat nobleman seemed to have been tortured by the Moon Fist, but when he was swept away by the blade, he trembled with fright and said, "The Moon Fist is too good at laughing, Lord Thirty Lu has not been reading in the reception room of the Celestial King's dinner;." ”

The blade walked in the direction pointed by the man, and when he saw the man wearing the fist gloves gradually disappearing, the fat nobleman wiped away the sweat on his head, and said in great horror: "Fortunately, Lord Thirty Lu." There's going to be a 'god worship' meeting next month, where do you have so many hearts to honor you, having said that, I still have to supervise and urge those wasters. ”

For nearly a thousand years, the City of Faith has corrupted countless clan talents, and its indestructibility is destined to the arrogance of the Ice-Born who parasitizes the city, and the drunken 'obsessed' Jin's citizens are no exception, and the Eight Heavenly Kings are no exception, and even the rulers of the Ice-Born are arrogant that if the Iron Dragon Kural sees the City of Faith with his own eyes, he will always become a slave of the City of Faith.

For example, the left arm of the Thirty Continents of the Emperor of Huitian, who is enthusiastically admired, is standing in the crowded welcome hall, enjoying the pleasure of indulging in the desire of 'desire'.

Do you want wealth? The bricks and stones paved here are all peerless and good 'jade', do you want a 'woman'? The beautiful 'women' of the all-cursed ice field are in the City of Faith, do you want power? Living in the City of Faith, there are many treasures in the world......

Therefore, as long as a person with 'desire' in his heart comes to the City of Faith, he will never be able to get rid of this place again in his life, just like an addiction and can't extricate himself, and as a human being, who will not have 'desire' in his heart?

Thirty Lu was able to climb all the way to his current position precisely because he knew the truth in it.

For the cursed ice field with an extremely cruel environment, the City of Faith is indeed a well-deserved fairyland on earth.

It's a pity that Thirty Lu will never understand a thing, because he doesn't understand, so when he sees Moon Fist, he still maintains a high-minded and noble appearance.

Thirty Lu held his head high, his long combed shiny hair exuded a starlight brilliance, the servant in his eyes, the faithful Eagle Dog Moon Fist slowly stuck to his ears, and Thirty Lu's eyes full of enjoyment suddenly stiffened.

"Desire" for this kind of thing will only distort people."

The left arm of the Heavenly King, the Thirty Lu Lords who were admired by thousands of people, was actually pierced through the heart by a dagger in front of everyone's eyes!