No one struck first.

Zhao Xin's spear was raised high, and Darius's axe dragged diagonally. They are all looking for an opportunity to make a move, and the masters are prone to life and death.

Sometimes it's not the first strike.

The wind was strong. Darius's scarlet cloak was blown more and more by the night wind, and Zhao Xin frowned and took a cautious step forward.

Darius was not moved by this temptation in the slightest, and even had the leisure to throw an axe.

This battlefield is already approaching the land of voodoo, the weeds on the ground are beginning to thin, and the weather in August and September has stopped the sound of insects.

Due to the influence of runic energy, the weather in the haunted land of Voodoo is extremely unpredictable, sometimes it doesn't rain for a whole year, sometimes it rains for days on end.

It was a cold night, but the sky was muffled.

Dark red lightning loomed in the dark night sky, and the faint waning moon hid in the clouds.

The weather was sweltering in vain, and a chest-wrenching pressure pressed on everyone's chest. A violent thunderstorm is coming.

It's a pity that no one has time to complain about the mutated ghost weather, they just hold the swords in their hands tighter, the suffocating air makes them inexplicably manic, and the violent battle intent begins to flow in the chests of these men, and some people finally can't help but roar, making a sound that is not human, but like a trapped beast in a cage.

The sound of the clashing of swords became more and more dull, the blood continued to flow, and many people died on this night of the approaching thunderstorm, never to see the dawn of the next day.

Zhao Xin took a deep breath and wringed the paulownia spear in his hand, the feeling of tightness in his chest also affected him, and a strong killing intent wandered in his body, beginning to boil slowly, and he knew that he couldn't wait.

Darius seemed to pinch the dry axe handle quietly, if it weren't for the most sluggy reason telling him that now was not the opportunity, then the violent killing intent would almost burst through his chest in the next moment, turning into a bloody axe blade and cutting off the head of the person on the opposite side.

They're still waiting. Wait for a time when everything collapses.

Violent thunderstorms finally began to fall.

When the first bean-sized drops of rain fell on the light armor of the Demacian people, there was a crisp ticking sound. The Noxians let out a frantic roar, the Demacians threw away their light armor, and the men of the night threw away their swords and tore them together like beasts.

This is the moment. Zhao Xin's spear and Darius's axe struck at the same time, and the killing intent that could no longer contain it surged out like a flood, bursting with a dazzling brilliance on the tip of the spear.

The spear stabbed countless times in an instant like a meteor on the great axe that was wrapped in infinite killing intent, and it echoed the torrential rain falling in the sky, sending out a dense muffled sound like a war drum. Darius pressed forward like a chariot against Zhao Xin's swift gun, and instantly broke through the fierce rain curtain, and the hideous axe pressed down like the fangs of a giant beast.

"Whew-" There was a low, muffled sound. Zhao Xin was forcibly slashed by Darius, dragging a white rain line in the majestic rainy night.

Zhao Xin snorted and clearly felt the difference in strength, although he used his spear to resist Darius's fierce blow, but the tiger's mouth was already faintly painful.

Darius laughed wildly, and without stopping for a moment, the tomahawk dragged diagonally like a cannonball towards Zhao Xin, tearing through the heavy rain of nearby digits with a violent force.

Overwhelming. It's like a blazing fire.

Zhao Xin subconsciously took a step back, and the pouring rain poured down from the top of his head, drenching his long hair, and also cooling his brain, which was filled with killing intent, instantly.

Instead of fighting Darius head-on, he took the strange step he realized between life and death, disrupting his opponent's rhythm with the most treacherous moves, and then delivering the most fatal blow. Fast and ruthless, like a calm poisonous snake.

This is Zhao Xin's fighting style.

Darius also discovered Zhao Xin's transformation, the rain also washed away his killing intent, although he took a fierce and unrivaled path, but the ruthless cooling in his bones made him know how to think, quiet is like a mountain, movement is like a tiger is his consistent creed.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, and Darius stopped hurrying, and the rain slid down the axe blade and dripped to the ground, but it did not wash away a trace of the blood of the past.

The two men seemed to have returned to their previous state, and began to pace in the rainy wilderness. The rain blurred his vision, Zhao Xin narrowed his eyes, he knew that his chances to make a move were running out, and at most three blows to Darius could kill him.

In the same way, with just three blows, you can kill him under the gun.

Triple hit. It sounds simple, fast, just a blink of an eye, but Zhao Xinzhi said that every blow must find a good angle, timing, and even wind direction.

This may take a magic time.

Darius also knew this, and he began to keep looking for opportunities to close the distance between him and Zhao Xin, so as to deliver his most terrifying blow.

Zhao Xin stepped on three steps in a row, making the distance between himself and Darius farther and closer, making the opponent undecided.

Just when Darius thought that Zhao Xin was going to change angles in the third step, Kiulowni's spear pierced his eyes like a poisonous dragon through the rain curtain.

Darius's reaction was not slow either, and although he was a little caught off guard, he was not too late. The giant axe, which weighed hundreds of pounds, slashed out neatly from his right hand and resisted the tip of the spear that came from the inadvertent.

But it was an unexpected blow, and the tip of the gun stabbed him in the shoulder, and blood slipped from his shoulder, and Darius's eyes began to become bloodshot.

Seeing that Zhao Xin's spear was about to withdraw leisurely, Darius let out a roar like a wounded beast, and the giant axe twisted and pulled, actually dragging Zhao Xin's whole person over.

Zhao Xin was also caught off guard this time, and hurriedly stepped on the ground with one foot, but he still couldn't withstand the violent strength of Darius, seeing that he was about to be dragged to the distance where Darius was enough to easily kill him, Zhao Xin roared and pinched the spear with both hands, turned around and exerted force, and a strange force was transmitted along the handle of the gun to the tip of the gun, and suddenly the hooked spear head broke free, turning into a light like a crescent moon and stabbing directly into the chest of Darius.

"A crescent moon sweeps."

Darius felt as if the veins of his body were frozen by this strange blow, and the keen touch of wandering between life and death for many years made him flick the big axe like crazy, and suddenly his blood surged, full as a full moon.

Zhao Xin was forced to take a step back by this move, but the vicious tip of the spear still stabbed Darius in the chest, and blood immediately surged.

Darius covered his chest and half-knelt on the ground, but the blood on his chest was still quickly stained red by the rain.

Darius stuck the hideous axe into the ground and let out an inexplicable laugh, and the madness that came out of that laughter made Zhao Xin, who was a little overdrawn, feel bad.

Darius let go of the hand covering his chest and let the blood flow, he lowered his head, grabbed the handle of the axe and began to walk towards Zhao Xin step by step.

The axe grazed across the ground with a piercing screech, and a bloody light flowed between the blades of the axe, as if the congealed blood had come alive again.

Zhao Xin subconsciously wanted to take that magical step, but he felt that all his retreats were completely blocked by the man in front of him who was walking slowly.

There is no turning back. Zhao Xin solemnly grasped the spear and put on the most standard defensive posture.

And ten yards.

Darius began to laugh nervously again.

Five yards.

The rain is wilder. The smell of blood filled the plains, and the men of both sides wailed in the wilderness.

Three yards.

Zhao Xin leaned forward.

One yard.

One yard land. A violent thunderbolt crashed down, and a sudden bright light covered the entire world realm.

At the last moment of his blindness in the world, the big axe was raised high, and Darius jumped up, slashing down with endless murderous power.

The heavy rain is pouring down, and the world is hidden.

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