League of Legends: Peerless Sword Demon

Time is like soft sand, no matter how much you try to catch it, it will always slip through your fingers inadvertently. In the blink of an eye, it had been half a year since I didn't come to Freljord.

This half year can be said to be the nightmare of the whole Freljord. There was no grass everywhere the Shadow Isle Iron Rider went, even if there was no grass in Freljord.

In the intervening half a year, countless tribes of Freljord, large and small, were destroyed because they were unwilling to submit to the Isle of Shadows. Men and women, young and old, are to be killed. It makes the horror of the Shadow Isle even louder.

As time goes by, even if I can't bear it at first, I don't care if I see more. The already indifferent heart became even more indifferent. Now, even if Mo Yu is killed in front of his eyes, it can't cause the slightest fluctuation in Mo Yu's heart. Today's Mo Yu is truly an iron-blooded and ruthless king.

There are those who are hard-hearted, and there are naturally those who are weak and timid. It's not much, but it's true. As the Shadow Invasion progressed, the Shadow Island's army did not weaken in the slightest, but grew stronger and stronger. Although these do not have much combat effectiveness, they can also become cannon fodder to some extent.

"Xiao Yu... There's one thing I've never been able to figure out. "

Outside of a small tribe, there was no Shura-like hell scene in front of the king with a calm face, and there were meaningless fluctuations in his eyes, as if he couldn't see this killing scene. Tyrone came to No's side, casually shook the blood from the blade on his arm, and asked Mo Yu.

"What's the matter?"

"Why didn't you kill that guy in the first place?"

That's right, it's this thing that has always puzzled Tyrone. Tyrone was talking about the battle of Yutai Damir half a year ago. Although the last Mo Yu won the victory, the final result was that Mo Yu deliberately kept his hand and did not kill Tydamir.

Although Tydamir was caught flying by a sword and then submerged in the gravel of the glacier, Tyrone knew that Tydamir was not dead. Although the breath was very faint, as if it would be cut off at any time, Tyrone knew that Tedamir was not dead.

Taidamir didn't have that strength, obviously, it was Mo Yu who deliberately didn't kill Taidamir. But why in the end, Mo Yu would send out such a powerful killing without killing Tydamir, this is something that Tyrone has never been able to understand.

"Hehe, don't you think that the life of an opponent is very boring?"

"I see. "

Tyrone finally understood Mo Yu's thoughts. To put it simply. It's just that Mo Yu is now like a peerless master in martial arts novels, and he can't meet an opponent, so there is a kind of loneliness that is unbearable in a high place. (The rest of the heroes don't appear now)

"Wait, I don't think that guy is very good, right?"

Frowning, Tyrone asked suspiciously. The battle of Tydamir Feather and Mo Feather Tyrone has naturally been seen. In Tyrone's eyes, Tydamir was not very powerful. At most, it's on par with yourself. But if it's a life-and-death fight, Tyrone is confident that he will kill Tydamir at a small price.

"Hehe, that's why I'm going to let him go. "

"Why"

"There's a powerful force in his body, it's just that he hasn't awakened yet. "

"Why don't you kill him. If he awakens the power you are talking about, he will be a threat to us. "

"Didn't I say that? and I don't think he's a threat to us. The most important thing is that it is really fun to train an opponent yourself and kill it. ‘

Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, and they have been with everyone on Shadow Island for a long time, and Mo Yu has been influenced by them and has become a little evil. Or rather, Mo Yu originally had such a dark side in his heart, but it was sealed by morality and ethics.

"Okay, now that it's settled. Let's go to the next place."

The screams gradually stopped. Ignoring the dead bodies all over the ground, Mo Yu turned around and left.

"Where's the next place?"

Sacco licked the blood from his dagger and asked at Hammerstone with a look of dissatisfaction.

"The next tribe is stronger. The Coldclaw Tribe, one of the strongest tribes in Freljord. There will be no such ease then. "

"That's fun.,It's too boring to be these little fish and shrimp.,Only the blood of the strong can make me boil.。。 I can't wait. "

With a constant flickering red light in his eyes, Sacco smiled weirdly.

Coldclaw Tribe, don't surrender