For Galen's seemingly death-seeking behavior, Ash, who got up from the ground, did not stop it, she just dusted the snowflakes on her body, and then said to Galen: "Do you want me to help?" ”

"No, I'm enough for one person." Galen said without looking back.

In fact, the other party is far from being able to deal with it alone, judging from the fact that he was easily detained by the other party in a completely unconscious situation just now, the other party's concealment ability has reached the point where it is impossible to break, and you must know that he is a person who can accurately shoot the head of the unlucky guy who accidentally made a slight noise five hundred yards away in the deepest snowy night.

What's more, after being detained, I can't afford to break free at all, and the moment I am caught by that claw, it's like a prehistoric monster holding you in the middle with its teeth, as long as there is a slight movement, it will be easily torn to pieces by the other party.

Galen is powerful, but not as outrageously strong. So, it's a duel that is completely dead and alive. Galen's head will be easily plucked off and eroded, and eventually become a member of the lion-faced guy's so-called third collection.

"That's it." Ash nodded, didn't say anything more, and began to walk to the side. Although Galen hadn't looked back at that moment, Ash had read something from his tone, the same thing he had been reluctant to watch his brother crouch in the snow as bait and watch himself from a distance. That kind of thing, at this moment, even Galen would never allow himself to watch the guy who killed many, many of his good brothers being let go like this. That kind of thing, made him lift his long sword, pointing at anyone who dared to stop him, in the snowy night, alone, with a piercing look. Even death is not a pity.

That kind of thing, it's called pride. Ash also had her own pride, so she read it. But.

This kind of pride really shouldn't be in a person who has already become a general. Ash looked at Galen, who was slowly pacing in the distance looking for the fighter, and turned his ice bow back behind him. The only thing she could do now was to watch the proud man die and leave.

And then, perhaps, one day, when he could be as proud as he was, he would go to this lion-faced fellow alone with a bow on his back and try to see if he was qualified to enter his collection.

In his eyes now, there must be a flame that burns everything.

She thought so after all.

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Galen's eyes did not burn with flames, on the contrary, at this moment, his eyes were as calm as water, and the hand holding the sword did not tremble in the slightest.

He didn't feel the slightest unease because of the strength of the other party. He paced slowly, looking for possible flaws in the other party.

It's a pity that the other party's breath is too calm, even if he oppresses himself with all kinds of tricky steps, the other party is still just looking at him indifferently, blocking his pace like a high mountain.

But that didn't make Galen feel any impetuousness, he just stopped, stood directly across from the lion-faced monster again, and took a deep breath.

He knew that the other party was forcing him to engage in a head-on battle, which showed that the opponent's strongest was most likely to be a head-on fight, and he was very likely to be killed by the opponent at the first moment.

But at this moment, the lion-faced face on the other side spoke: "Mortal, you should be honored, I have not fought like a real beast for many years, and today, you will see greatness." He lifted his finger and pointed at Galen, with his hideous claw.

Galen didn't speak, he actually tried to attack the moment the other party spoke, but even at that moment, the opponent's momentum was as difficult to break through as a mountain.

This should be his toughest and most passive battle in years.

"Come on, come here, I'll give you a chance to attack first." The lion's face hugged his shoulders and tilted his neck arrogantly, and suddenly a violent snapping sound of bones reverberated in the air.

It seems that there is no other chance.

Galen lowered his eyelids and turned the hilt of his sword with both hands, lowering his figure.

Peace of mind, calmness.

At the moment when the wind and snow came more violently. The sword is like a dragon.

The dreadnought sword frantically moved forward with the storm in the sky, and the impact of the blade's high-speed stabbing broke the falling snow curtain in half, and at that moment, a strong air current cut the wind and snow in the air three yards away.

This sword is fast, accurate, and ruthless, and the momentum is infinite. Absolutely unstoppable.

"Die." Galen gritted his teeth and stomped on the endless snow, leaving footprints several feet deep in the snow.

The blade of the sword is like a shooting star.

And two yards. The sword aura that continued to crack from the tip of the sword made the bone armor of the lion's face squeak unpleasantly.

Galen could already smell the strong stench on the other party's body, and he looked at the other party's eyes that were still dismissive, and his hands turned white.

One yard. The wild sword qi finally cut off a trace of the other party's hair, and that hair was instantly blown into the boundless dark night by the strong wind. Lionface finally frowned.

Almost, pay the price for your hubris.

Half a yard.

"Bang-" A piercing clash of gold and iron suddenly sounded in the air.

No flesh splattered out. This sword was strong and should have shaken the heavens and the earth, and just like that, it was lightly touched by the lion's face, and he used his fingers...... Clipped.

"It's too slow." The lion face looked at Galen's stunned face, and slowly spat out three words from his mouth.

Galen's whole body froze there, and he felt that his fearless greatsword, which had been like an arm and a finger, seemed to be completely stripped of his life at this moment.

"I'm really unwilling." He said dryly, but his hand was still trying to regain his greatsword.

"A mortal is a mortal, and even with infinite courage, he can't change that." The lion's face seemed to sigh. The fingers holding the sword flicked lightly, and Galen took a few steps back and fell directly to the ground.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Galen landed on the ground with his sword, coughing sullenly, the blow just now that almost exhausted all his strength missed, and the powerful force instantly reverted into his body, almost making him spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Let me, then, accept your tribute." Lionface's eyes narrowed, and he smiled disgustingly again, "Oh, by the way, according to your human habits, I should tell you my name before I die, right?" Otherwise, you will die too regrettably. ”

Galen could only smile bitterly at the moment, but according to the other party's personality, he would no longer do anything to Ash.

"Listen, my name, Rengar." The lion looked at Galen condescendingly, and spoke slowly in a god-like tone with his long, narrow eyes.

The snow is still falling.

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The idea is very messy, and I have written it for a long time.

Slept.