Scarlet killing intent slowly flowed from Tydamir's hand to the knife in his hand, and they flowed slowly on the knife, crossing every inch of the spine, meandering on the back of the knife, and finally wrapping the whole knife tightly, like rushing blood.

The blood didn't stop, it kept flowing forward, seeping into the deep snow and spreading in all directions.

With just one breath, they climbed up the back of each knife.

In the moment when the Noxians were still in shock and did not recover, the entire knife forest was dyed a strong red, and with Tedamir's wild breath, the scarlet blood flowing on the knife also fell together, as if echoing him, and as if at that moment, the entire knife forest came alive.

Achilles' shouts rose higher and higher, and the Noxians, whose charge had been cut off by the waist, were once again in a daze.

They looked at the demon god-like man who stood in front of them and the whole forest of swords that had come to life, and then looked back at the two mechanical arms behind them that were holding high and began to glow again, and finally looked at their superiors again.

But in fact, the officers of Noxus had been hysterical for a long time, and they had been following the crowd in the riots just now, and no one was interested in commanding, and they looked at the hesitant eyes of their subordinates and did not know what kind of order to give.

"Wait." One of the officers standing at the front sniffed and looked at the other officer beside him.

The other officer nodded, just as he was about to say something.

The wind is blowing again.

Tedamir draws his sword.

At that moment, the entire forest of knives that came to life roared against the wind, and endless scarlet light rose into the sky, and every knife that went deep into the snow was unsheathed the moment Tydamir drew his sword.

"Choke—" It was neatly like thousands of warriors drawing their swords in the snow, and thousands of swords floated high into the sky with the sword in Tydamir's hand, pointing at the mortals on the earth, like the eyes of a god.

Endless scarlet killing intent accompanied by a strong wind blew towards the dazed Noxians, who looked at the long knives in the sky as if they were watching some kind of miracle, and some people couldn't help but want to kneel down and worship.

They seemed so shocked that they forgot to run away.

Even the soldiers of the coalition seemed to be amazed at such a spectacular sight and forgot their shouts, and their roars were lowered.

The wind is loud.

The golden light is dazzling.

In the golden light, the Noxians were like a herd of lambs waiting for redemption.

Tedamir stepped on.

"Boom-" the sound of treading snow.

"Boom-" A shrill sonic boom followed, and a golden glow reigned over the earth, drowning Tedamir's figure in an instant.

"Bang-" is still the sound of stepping on snow. At a time when everyone is blind.

At this time, there shouldn't have been any sound, even the sound of the wind was swallowed, but the sound of snow treading was so stubborn through everyone's eardrums and rushed into their heads.

Who's walking?

Tydamir?

Didn't he even fall?

"Bang-" is another step.

"Bang-" Next.

Everyone eagerly opened their eyes to find the source of the footsteps.

Then, their eyes, which were still a little stinging, saw the man who was walking slowly in the snow and mist, and it seemed that the destruction of the world would not stop, and he held a knife in his hand.

Thousands of long knives followed, flickering in the slowly falling snow mist, setting off Tedamir like a prehistoric beast emerging from the mist.

"Run." The frustration finally began to creep in among the Noxians, and the officer who had spoken at the beginning took a step back with his mouth wide open.

The soldiers around him glanced at him, as if ready to follow their commander and step back.

At that moment, a long knife whistled through the air, and before the retreating officer could react, he was beheaded.

The officer who had stood next to the dead officer at the beginning lifted his head, looked at everyone around him coldly, and said, "Fight to the death." That cold and desperate momentum seemed to want to emulate Darius back then.

The officer casually threw the head on the ground, shook the blood from the knife in his hand, and walked in the direction of Tedamir, while raising the knife in his hand that was still dripping blood: "Kill ...... with me"

Before a word could be spoken, the officer's head flew high, and it was not until the blood began to gush that the sound of the knife could not be caught was heard—

"Qiang-" The rough and savage black broadsword slammed into the snow fiercely, bringing down the Noxian officer who had been in high spirits a moment before.

Simple, brutal as crushing an ant to death, Tydamir didn't even move a finger, he was still walking unhurriedly, if it weren't for the scarlet light left by the knife cutting through the air so quickly, it would have been as if nothing had happened, he was just moving forward.

"Bang-" is still the sound of stepping on snow.

"Ahhh......h Ahhhh......h

More similar roars followed.

Among these fifteen thousand people, not all of them are greedy for life and afraid of death, and there are always people who have some madness and blood hidden in their veins.

It's just that blood is only blood after all, and no amount of blood can withstand the unstoppable force.

After the man had rushed twenty paces, the voice of the first man stopped abruptly, and the sound of the long knife crashing into the snow and the sound of blood spurting out of his neck was a little nice in the whistling wind.

Then the second, the third, the fourth.

All those who dared to rush to Tydamir were decapitated with a single knife and died forever on the run.

Long knives filled the cramped canyon, and there were countless snow and corpses, like a group of tombstones without epitaphs.

"Bang-" The footsteps didn't stop.

In the sound of incessant footsteps, more Noxians finally chose to retreat instead of fearlessly charging forward, they still walked and retreated at first, but as the road behind became narrower and narrower, many began to turn around and squeeze desperately into the crowd.

For a while, the swords were chaotic, and the Noxians were already in a crush.

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