"Bet on what?" Boal, slowly putting away his long axe, glanced at the dark-haired boy in front of him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Winner takes all, loses clears. Fight me again. He Luo looked at Boal's face and said seriously.

"Fighting?" Boal was dismissive, "I've already defeated three Demacian wastes today." Best of five and I've already won. Swordsmanship and Flowers can't participate in the Arcane Tournament this year, and these things ......" Boal looked at the flamenco who were still struggling on the ground, "in the future, like wild dogs, see us Noxians walking around." ”

"Is such a victory satisfying for a man like you?" He Luo walked forward slowly, and he saw that Boal was about the same height as himself, but there was an expression on his face.

An expression that He Luo often saw in the past.

When he was still in the science experimental class of a key middle school, He Luo called this expression "the pride of the fandom of the scholar". For a top student, they will never dislike the questions that are too difficult, and they will never dislike being able to get an extra point in the exam.

Really.

Boar's eyelids twitched, and he asked.

"I don't mind having an extra fight. And for these waste wood, whether or not to participate in the arcane art conference has no effect on me. So...... What's your bet? ”

"My bet is that if we fail, our Sitara Academy will also withdraw from the Arcane Arts Conference." He Luo seems to have thought about it a long time ago.

"What? And what is Sitara? "Boal is a little confused, if he could only look at an academy like Blade, Shadow Killing, and the Holy Trinity, but Sitara? The name was so unfamiliar that he even thought the guy was joking.

"Young master, Sitara is ......," one of the attendants explained as he walked into Boal's ear.

"Hehe, an academy that is so garbage that it will be forgotten, whether you participate in the arcane arts conference or not is even less worth mentioning to me. Even if you fail and are exiled to Canaan, I don't think it's a matter of pride or even fun. Boal, who seemed a little distracted, was about to leave with the people.

"But." He Luo grinned, "I'm the hero of the fourth stage of the Black Iron." ”

Black Iron 4th Section!!

The steps of departure became heavy, and Beauar turned, "Black Iron Fourth Stage? ”

Boal's face was serious, he was already a Black Iron Fifth Rank, so he knew what it meant to be a newcomer to the Black Iron Fourth Stage.

"Him! He was the guy in Canaan that day! ”

Some of the onlookers recognized He Luo. At that time, He Luo boasted in front of everyone that he could ascend in one night. I didn't expect that the He Luo I saw now really became the fourth stage of the black iron.

If this is true, then what a terrifying rate of promotion this is?!

"That's it......" Boal, clenching his axe again, "come on." The fourth section of the black iron is also just a Demacian pig. ”

As soon as Boal's words fell, a jet-black gun stabbed out.

He Luo was not polite, let alone greeting, he lifted his overlord spear and began to attack. Stylistically, he doesn't even look like an upright Demacian. Because the Demacians never sneak up on first, from this point of view, He Luo is more like an assassin.

Accumulation of thorns.

He Luo has completely mastered this skill, and is even familiar with it to an incredible realm. From the very beginning, he had to mobilize the strength of his whole body, so that the fighting energy gathered from his body to the palm of his hand, and resonate with the Overlord Spear in order to use this full force.

And now he was able to fight as he pleased, and almost in an instant, his jet-black spear swooped out like a tiger.

Boal's axe was always wide open, but when the black light pierced, he instinctively used it to defend himself.

The cyan circle reappears. This time, however, the circle was not parallel to each other, but was like a shield in front of Boal. The whining wind sounded, the air became distorted, and in front of Beaual, it seemed that a cyan wall appeared.

Bang.

Bang bang bang.

The black tip of the spear has only one point, straight forward, and must pierce everything that stands in front of it. The spinning axe face kept changing positions, blocking the path of the spear again and again.

Then the sound of the air shattering sounded, and then the jet-black spear tip and the cyan axe face turned red.

He Luo took three steps towards Boal.

Boal took three steps back behind him.

Retreating was not Boal's intention, and the reason why a deep ravine-like mark appeared under his feet was the pressure he was under when he resisted the attack of that shot with all his might.

"The fourth stage of the black iron is just a little more powerful." Boal raised his head, he sneered, although the skin of his palm was worn out by the axe handle, but this time, he felt that he had already figured out the strength of the other side.

It's just too simple an attack. Not even the average warrior, this spear is just a simple spike. There was no change in direction, no momentum at all, nothing terrible except for the strength that was stronger than that of a little girl.

"If that's your means, then that's the end of the fight." Boaal sneered.

Then the boy of Noxus began to use his own offensive methods.

"Ruthless Iron Hand!"

Boal drank low, and also performed another stunt that belonged to the hand of Noxus.

The cyan axe was thrown like a hook by him, with a curved spike on the axe, and He Luo was the fish he was about to catch.

He Luo didn't speak, but answered Boal with the next action.

He Luo put away the gun again, clenched his hands tightly, and stabbed out flat.

The silver light wrapped around the jet-black spear, like a tiger bathed in starlight.

The Ruthless Iron Hand is a terrifying skill, and normally, enemies covered in an axe will be hooked by the spikes on the great axe and then pulled in front of them by Boal. This is a bondage ability, and if you are shrouded in this skill, you will take tons of damage.

Boal, in particular, also learned another skill, killing all sides. This means that with two combos together, very few people can stand under this set of blows.

In Boal's previous experience, when the enemy saw him use this move, almost all of them reacted by running away. Some retreated, some flashed, but they were all trying to escape the range of this move.

But He Luo still chose to attack with stabs. He seemed to completely ignore the great axe and the spike on the face of the axe, and his full attention was on the straight shot.

"Crazy?" Beauar's face was grim. You must know that completely ignoring your own offense can only be the behavior of a madman. Because although this move is only a bondage skill, if you don't care about it at all, he can easily take the life of this madman with a little force on the axe.

A little chill grew in Beaual's eyes.

Boal's axe slashed at He Luo's body, and the thorn pierced He Luo's shoulder, and the sharp axe surface felt that as long as he twisted slightly, He Luo's shoulder would be chopped off.

But the jet-black tip of the spear pierced Boal's chest, and the slender body of the spear instantly passed through Boal's axe, and the tip of the spear was only a few breaths away from Boal's chest.

"Huh?" In the face of such a desperate style of play, Boal finally panicked a little at this time. He was hesitating whether to remove He Luo's shoulder and use his axe to knock the spear away.

Hesitation at a critical moment is a fatal suicidal blow.

Just as Boal was pulling the axe hard, the black tip of the spear was already in front of him.

The cold chill strangely rested on Boal's chest, not even piercing the thin army uniform on his body.

But in the eyes of all the others, only blood was seen splashing on the shoulders of the black-haired boy, and Boal, who was stabbed by the jet-black spear, flew out like a piece of paper.

He Luo put away his spear and stuck it straight into the ground, supporting his crumbling body like a crutch.

"I want you Noxians to remember your bet. I won. So all the bets of the Holy Trinity and you are canceled. ”

The bones were white and bloody, but He Luo stood with a spear like a lonely hero, with a long momentum.