Jodi Maple Messiah?

Demacia's famous mad knife Galfa is actually Joti Maple Messiah?

The reporters pressed their shutter fingers, uncontrollably stiff to the point of trembling.

They couldn't imagine that this once big man in Debang, this rising star of Debang who has been exposed to their flashing lights countless times, actually ...... It turned out to be the Demon King's subordinate, and it turned out to be the head of the Thirteen White Knights, Joti Maple Messey?!

"Unthinkable ......"

Darius was silenced by the upheaval.

His silence was not because Mad Knife Galfa was transferred, but because he was shocked by Wu Wenxu's methods.

More than a year of lurking, at the heart of Debang, under the nose of Demacia's power Galen! He, Joti Maple Messiah, was not only not recognized, but only tore his face apart today.

With such a terrible disguise, terrifying psychological quality and ability, Darius couldn't imagine whether there was a character like Maple Messey hidden in Noxus.

"Damn it...... Guy! ”

The heavy greatsword loomed between Galen's hands.

Even if he was the power of Demacia, he was about to be carried away by this sudden humiliation and play, but he could not lose his mind yet, for the sake of Gavin IV, in order to eradicate the old enemy of Debang.

"Don't panic!"

Galen's magnetic and calm voice reached the ears of the slightly flustered dreadnought heavys, like a reassuring pill, so that the negative emotions in their hearts were suppressed and quickly calmed down.

"I'm sorry that it was my Galen who hurt my brothers and disgraced you."

"However, Debang will never allow traitors to appear, treat traitors like rats, and trample them to death!"

"I, the power of Demacia, Galen, am with you, Debang is with you, long live Demacia!"

Galen, the god of war, has experienced thousands of battles.

The personal encouragement of Demacia Force Galen is not without inspiration.

"Oooo

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The dreadnought heavy armor raised their old knives horizontally, their long shields slammed into each other, and the shouts shook the sky, and in an instant, a large cloud of dust rose from the ground, like a saloon raging, and the murderous aura was close to the Joti Fengluo Messiah.

Under his command Love will be surrounded, how can the lord stand by and watch?

However, it is not yet the time to make a move, there are countless strong opponents on the field, and you must maintain your peak state and face the next fierce battle.

"Just 30,000 ants, why worry about it."

After a year, Joti Fengluo Misai's chin grew a half-curled purple beard, he slowly touched his chin, and his eyes were purple and domineering.

He looked up to the sky and smiled, laughing, his body suddenly slumped slightly, his left arm stabbed the purple knife straight and horizontally, his right elbow pointed to the sky, and his index finger pressed tightly against the hilt, as he pressed harder and harder, the deep purple blade was completely covered by magic power, and it flashed with a burst of light that pierced his eyes.

The purple glow was like a strange moon, scorching and cold, stinging the eyes of the fearless soldiers, causing them to slow down for a moment.

"Is it the posture of drawing the sword?"

Darius thought thoughtfully.

"That Maple Luo Misa, why do you have your stunt?"

Peerless Sword Ji Fiona glared at Master Yi with a cold face, this time, the Infinite Sword Saint had never put on an old and indecent posture, he had been bent his legs and quietly put it down, his body forward, and he rarely fell into deep thought.

"Qianshui Cold Knife, I have only taught one person."

The light bulb above Master Yi's head flickered violently, as if because of his agitated mood: "That man died in the Sea of Conquerors eighteen years ago. ”

Drawing the sword technique-Qianshui Han Knife, it was once Master Yi's sword technique in the famous continent.

Eighteen years ago, for some reason, Master Yi never performed it again, and he couldn't imagine that eighteen years later, the reappeared sword drawing technique, a thousand waters and cold light, actually appeared in the hands of Emperor Fengluo Messi.

"His Thousand Waters Cold Knife is extremely angry, and the magic power hidden before the knife is enough to be described as brutal, this is not a sword to save the world."

The light bulb above Master Yi's head flickered more and more weirdly orange, he had abandoned the sword and held the sword, but his genius intuition keenly found that this person might be more dangerous than Wu Wenxu.

"Lord Calfa, please die!"

The soldiers of the Dreadnought Army naturally had not seen the moves of the Qianshui Han Sword, and in their opinion, this style was too concave and long, too procrastinating, and there was no wolf nature of the fierce sword of the Debang people.

Therefore, dozens of old knives split the Gangfeng, bursting with sparks and slashing at the Maple Luo Misai.

"Click!"

A crisp, faintly humming sound came from the hilt of Joti's sword.

The sound of emptiness and silence, like the ripples before the autumn water is slaughtered, seems to be the sound of giants in the depths of the distant mountains.

"Buzz ......"

The increasingly dense humming sound actually converged into a substantial wave in the air!

The invisible waves of overspeed spread slashed at the dreadnought soldiers holding the swords, and in an instant, they were about to slash at the old knives of Emperor Joo, as if they were all sluggish, as if time had stopped.

"Yellow Bell ......"

The eagle-patterned old knife with the momentum of a thousand catties fell to the ground silently.

The sword-wielding warriors' eyes were dead white, salivation flowed from the corners of their mouths, and as the knives fell out of their hands, they fell to the ground on their backs, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Joti Maple Messe stood alone and proudly, standing in the middle of the fallen dreadnought soldiers, his eyes scaring with a cold look, and the natural purple blade in his hand was completely out of its scabbard, secretly emitting a strange deep purple glow.

"Hmm...... My body? ”

A young warrior who was far away from Yodi suddenly couldn't help but convuls.

Gulps of blood spurted from his throat, and he covered his mouth, but his palms were soaked with blood.

"Ahhh He screamed in extreme pain, and in an instant, countless blood seeped out from the surface of his skin, and he staggered to swing the knife, but the tendons and veins in his body were cut off, and within a few seconds, blood spurted and died.

This scene does not exist alone.

Emperor Joo quietly dragged the purple knife and walked across the blood-filled land.

With every step he took, dozens of people's bodies burst out, rivers of blood flowed, and countless dreadnoughts died tragically, and under this purgatory-like situation on earth, the corners of his lips actually showed a rampant smile.

"Do you want to take the head of my Joti Maple Messiah?"

"Haha! Today, death to those who stand in my way! Whoever stands in the way of the king of the north, die! ”

The purple knife rose horizontally in the palm of Joti Maple Misai's hand, and his body turned into a purple thunderous phantom, walking on the ground in the most elite dreadnought army of Debang, blood gushing out, countless heads flying, if the mad demon possessed him, no one could stop him.

"This person is worthy of being the first fierce general under the Demon King, Joti Maple Misai, I remember his name."

Draven pulled his beard tightly, and there was no need for the four countries to go out now, because Demacia's power Galen was obviously about to make a move.