League of Legends: Peerless Sword Demon

The cold wind howled and the snow fluttered. In the permafrost, the Spectral Cavalry formed a large circle with their bodies. And Hammerstone and the others stood aside and watched.

In the center of the large circle, the sword shadow and sword light flew wantonly.

Knife, domineering and mighty.

The sword, flowing with the wind...

Mo Yu seems to be casual, but in fact, only he knows the truth. The momentum that erupted from Tydamir's body earlier enveloped Mo Yu. Mo Yu seemed to be mired in a quagmire, and his every move was met with great resistance.

Not only that, but Mo Yu also found that his attacks seemed to be weakened.

"Hehe, it's really a good ability. "

Slowly, Mo Yu seemed to have found a feeling, and his every move was no longer the previous feeling of difficulty.

Without looking at Mo Yu, Tedamir seemed to be in a wonderful realm. The heavy broadsword seemed to have no weight in Tedamir's hands.

Knife after knife.

A knife is faster than a knife.

The sword wind is howling, and the cold light is pressing. Slowly, only a phantom remained. It's like a prison of sword shadows.

However, look at Mo Yu. Although shrouded in the sky of sword light, Mo Yu's face was as calm as ever.

"Is that all?"

I thought secretly in my heart, but no matter how much time passed, Tydamir kept doing it over and over again, and Mo Yu's face gradually brought a touch of disappointment.

Today's Mo Yu has reached a bottleneck. The ink feather in the body could not continue to improve. If you want to continue to improve your strength, you can only find another way.

In the battle with Tedamir, Mo Yu saw a new path. Therefore, the battle with Tydamir Mo Yu is more focused on Tydamir's moves. But now it seems that Tedamir has no back-up. Since this is the case, then Mo Yu doesn't have to keep his hand.

The disappointment in his eyes was only a fleeting moment. Then he saw that the calm face on his face became firm. A gleam flashed in his eyes. Slightly clenched the Chiyuan Demon Sword in his hand.

A sword. Facing the sword light in the sky, Mo Yu just stabbed a sword in front of him.

However, it was this bland sword that shattered all the sword light in the sky.

"How is that possible?"

There was a flash of disbelief in his eyes. But the scene in front of me is real.

"Ding. . . Whew"

The long sword stabbed out, the tip of the sword against the blade. With a random turn, the broadsword was set aside, and the sword light flowed, and a trace of blood dripped on the snow.

So bright red and weird, so dazzling...

"Ahem"

Fall to your knees with your left hand over your chest. Blood dripped down his fingers. One drop, two drops. The drops slowly spread out on the snow, like plum blossoms on a winter day.

Holding the big knife in his right hand and standing on the ground, his knuckles slightly white from excessive force.

A sword, just a plain sword, just a random sword, defeated the barbarian king of Freljord, Tydamir.

Actually, it's not that Tedamir is too useless, it's just that the previous fight allowed Mo Yu to figure out the changes in Tedamir's moves. It seems to be a random sword, but in fact, Mo Yu has already found a flaw in it.

is like the Dugu Nine Swords, the head of ten thousand swords in martial arts novels. As long as you know where the flaws are, then you only need a sword.

"How can it, how can it fail. I haven't avenged my revenge."

"Ahh

With a roar, he brandished his broadsword and rushed towards Mo Yu. In one step, a large crater appeared on the ground, and then the force quickly rushed towards Mo Yu.

The big knife was like a thunderbolt at sunset, slashing towards Mo Yu with a cold wind and a dazzling cold light.

The Mo Yu sword is holding the sword in his hand and slashing backwards! Living up to the previous relaxed freehand, the sword momentum is fierce and abnormal, like a tiger descending from the mountain. If you look closely, you can see the shadow of the Tydamir knife technique.

What? Mo Yu actually experimented with Tydamir. Is it too confident or looking down on the enemy?

Naturally, Tadamir saw this. As a master and the king of a tribe, Mo Yu's actions were an insult to Tydamir.

Insulting yourself, this is the new hatred. Ruined their own tribe, this is an old hatred. The old and the new are now all piled together. Tedamir's sword was even more furious than before.

The big sword turned into a white sword from top to bottom, and slashed towards Mo Yu fiercely with the hatred in his heart.

The long sword turned, and the purple-red sword light turned into a galaxy, stabbing straight towards Tydamir.

"Ding Ding Ding"

The three swords made a unique sound of weapons intersecting, and the galaxy of Mo Yu and the white light of Tydamir collided hard, and the galaxy and the white light disappeared into a long sword, and sparks splashed everywhere.

After the two swords intersected, they jumped back at the same time, and Mo Yu's waist eyes stood up, and he made a swallow flying back in the air, and his feet stepped on the raised stones on the side.

In an instant, the stones turned into rubble and flew in all directions.

After all, the sword is not as powerful as the sword. Swords are known for dexterity. Mo Yu fought hard with the sword rain Taidamir's big sword, which was actually not a wise choice. This time, to be honest, Mo Yu was inferior.

The moment the foot sword touched the stone, it left again, and only half a heartbeat was before the ink feather appeared in front of Tedamir, and the purple-red sword turned into a poisonous snake and stabbed straight at Tedamir's throat.

Tydamir could even feel the scorching heat emanating from his sword. The cold hair exploded, and life and death were instantaneous.

"Are you going to die? No, how can I be, I can't die yet, I can't, ah, get out of the way. "

Tydamir shouted in his heart, he stimulated great potential under death, and the power of his whole body was input into the broadsword, the broadsword seemed to be unable to withstand such a great force, the tip of the knife trembled, and the entire broadsword trembled, and Tydamir's knife turned into a white light and rushed towards the tip of Mo Yu's sword with a thunderous momentum.

"Nirvana: Whirlwind Slash... "

Spinning, spinning, spinning. Tedamir was like a spinning top. It's spinning and rotating.

"Hmph. Litter.. "

With a disdainful cold drink, the purple-red sword turned into a swimming dragon and stabbed straight towards Tydamir.

"Boom. "

A figure flew out upside down, and it was easy to hit the glacier on the side at a faster speed...

"Nirvana: Dark Blood - Dance of the Wind. "

Long swords fly, and the cold wind howls. The sword light flowed, and one after another purple wind blades quickly formed in the air, and then flew towards the glacier fiercely.

"Boom Boom"

The roar continued, and the sound shook the sky...

I don't know how long it took, but the Wind Blade disappeared. The glacier in front of me also disappeared, leaving behind only a small mountain bag of countless fragments.

A broken hilt is revealed on the side of the mountain bag. Most of the large knife is buried in the fragments, revealing a small half of the blade covered with cracks.

"Ahh

The sword is sheathed. The scorching heat disappeared.

"Let's go... "

Glancing slightly at the fragmented mountain bag in front of him, Mo Yu slowly turned around and left...

'Don't let me down'