The sharp blade was two yards from Ash's skull.

The cold wind whistled, and the boundless murderous aura strangled from all directions, and the excessively fierce murderous aura instantly cut off a trace of silver hair on Ash's sideburns.

It's just a little bit closer to killing this damn woman once and for all. The eyes of the Noxian who jumped high were like burning fire, and his mouth began to let out a roar of unknown meaning, which was vaguely like crying and laughing in the excessive wind.

The blade continued forward, and, at its back, a yard.

Go to hell. He roared in a low voice, and the arm that swung the knife almost burst out of his body.

The blade burst out.

There was snow falling on the fierce blades.

A sparkling, sapphire-like glow lit up on the tip of Ash's arrows.

The broken silver hair froze in the air for a second.

The wind passed. Silver hair soars into the sky.

The sudden blade slashed the falling snowflake in half, as if it had cut off a piece of empty bamboo.

The long arrow came suddenly.

Just when the long knife cut off the snowflake and was about to stick to Ash's beautiful neck, Ash quietly let go, and the long arrow with a dazzling blue brilliance stuck to the long knife that had cut through the snowflakes and the wind, and seemed to be able to cut through the entire world.

"Uhh

The next moment, the fierce and seemingly unstoppable long knife was fixed in mid-air, and the long arrow turned into endless frost in an instant, freezing the Noxians who jumped high in the air directly, like a hideous ice sculpture.

The frost had not stopped, and after freezing the Noxian, it continued backwards, freezing the Noxians behind the Noxians who were still whistling and charging in place.

One arrow might, frozen for a hundred miles.

This is no longer a realm that can be achieved by human beings, and the power of that arrow is simply like the presence of the god of the snow-capped mountains.

The clamor of the battlefield was silent, and the Noxians who were wild and fearless of death all stopped their steps at that moment, and they looked at the woman who stood a hundred yards away, with a bowed bow and a look in awe.

Ash's hand finally let go of the dejected, the arrow just now had exhausted the strength of her whole body, and the quiver had finally exhausted the last arrow.

She had done her best, and if Karthas couldn't get there, it would be pointless for her to flee, because the demise of the Demacians was her demise, so she wasn't prepared to move her body any longer.

She just wanted to stand here until allies showed up, or, until death came.

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Six minutes had passed, more than a minute above the limit.

Karthas still hasn't arrived.

After the initial shock, the Noxians began to cautiously test beyond the frozen land, and after making sure that nothing would happen again, the beasts once again began their journey to eat at the last of their worst in a brazen manner.

The low drum beat rang out again, and this time, it seemed that nothing could stop them anymore, and at most, Ash and their flesh and blood could also stop the slightest bit of time.

The ammunition is exhausted, and the road is at the end of the road.

The laughter of the people of the Snow Mountain Alliance became more and more unscrupulous, and some people even laughed so much that they almost fainted because of the original suffocation.

The Demacians halted their futile retreat, and they looked silently at the Noxians who were rushing towards them, at the sharp knives in their hands, and there was a trace of regret and more grief in their eyes.

Galen, who had been wielding the dreadnought sword to command his brother, also put down his sword, he glanced at Ash's standing figure, showed a helpless smile, took the sword, and began to walk towards the front step by step.

Since it is destined to be inescapable, then let's see who is more willing to shed blood.

Galen took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the toxins that were circulating everywhere in his body and strode forward, knowing that doing so would directly burn his life force, and for every minute that passed, he would live one year less.

But he had to, because he was ready to take a desperate gamble, and he was going to use his own life force to fight for the rest of the time.

O Svein, how is the pride and dignity of the people of Demacia that can be crushed by the vile poison of this mere region.

Galen crossed Ash and walked to the front, he didn't say a word, straightened his body, his sword, independent, proud like a god of war who never fell.

And at this moment, the Noxians' footsteps once again broke through the distance of fifty yards.

"I've heard that the blood was shed when it snowed heavily in Freljord, and the whispers of those ancient hunters could be heard." Galen looked at the Noxians and said suddenly.

"yes." Ash was stunned for a moment, and there was a trace of memory in his eyes, "That is the blessing of the Snow Mountain, dedicated to the greatest warrior, when my father died, the whole Snow Mountain was singing in a low voice. When she said this, there was a hint of serenity on her face.

The Noxians stepped twenty yards.

"I really want to hear the whole snow-capped mountain singing." Galen began to draw his sword, "It's an honor to be able to fight alongside you. He laughed.

"It's also my pleasure." Ash laughed too.

Ten yards from the back, the Noxus assassination team in the front row raised their knives.

"Zheng-" The wind passed through the blade, and the whistling wind blew through the distant mountains.

The wind in the distant mountains was fierce, and the shaking wind continued to echo and roar throughout the mountain, like thousands of voices from ancient times whispering together.

Ancient whispers, blessed by the mountains.

"You should die without regrets." Galen muttered to himself as he stepped on, leaning sideways and raising his elbows.

The dreadnought sword burst out.

Thousands of whispers clung to the dreadnought's greatsword with the sound of the wind, and at that moment, Galen was as imposing as a god.

The next moment, a sword like a god collided with five sharp long knives.

"Sonorous-" When the clashing sound of gold and iron sounded, the air suddenly resounded with the sharp sound of arrows raining down from the sky.

The dreadnought sword slashed through the five long knives, and the majestic force bombarded the ants with the thousands of whispers, and the long knives were cut off like vegetables, and the sharp blades slashed directly into the skin, cutting five heads.

The blood is rushing to the sky.

Arrows rained down. Countless more people fell unexpectedly.

Everyone looked in amazement in the direction where the arrow rain came, there, on the high ground, Chen Senran rode his horse independently, and thousands of longbows behind his back were bent like a full moon.

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Ask for some recommendations, how about nine hundred, it's uncomfortable to watch.