The dragon spear stood erect again in the cold wind.

Thousands of troops stand and snow falls. Snow falls on thousands of troops.

Jarvan stood up slowly, supporting the Demacia soldier's shoulders. He was standing unsteadily, his arms were shaking, his legs were shaking, and his whole body was shaking, but his lips

He was still smiling. Even though he was seriously injured by Darius at this moment, coughing incessantly, and blood was flowing uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were still as calm as before.

This is a man who has seen too much life, death and hardship.

Jiawen calmly separated the Demacians surrounding him. His arms were no longer strong, but no one dared to disobey him, not only because of his supreme status, but also because of his

That straight arm, even if its strength has been exhausted, is still trying to maintain every inch of the strong line. It represents his determination, his persistence, and his determination to fight to the death. He is the prince of Demacia.

Jarvan IV has three thousand brothers fighting alongside him at any time. He cannot retreat, he must fight.

Every Demacian looked at the man with a look of respect, whose body was trembling in the cold wind due to excessive consumption. It was a look that came from the heart and contained nothing else.

of respect.

To the warriors.

No one showed sad eyes. Every Demacian was quietly watching their prince move forward step by step. They all knew that this was a road to death, but the Demacians were such a nation.

When a person really fights to death for the purest glory and pride in their heart, they will not be sad, they will only feel honored for this person, because in the ancient tradition of Demacia, brave people die,

You can go to the highest heaven.

This is a nation born for glory.

"If I die, tell my father that I love him." Jarvan still remembered the time when he was defeated by Swain many years ago. When Urgot's butcher knife was about to fall, what he said was, above the spear.

The truth came out. At that time, I was young, sharp, and competitive. Until my death, I only thought about why I lost, and felt that there was nothing to fear about death.

I have experienced a lot over the years, and every time I work hard, I always think of my three thousand brothers who have never returned home. I just feel that I should have died long ago, and now I am still alive. This life was picked up, and it is for the three thousand brothers.

There are thousands of brothers alive. Moreover, my father is old and he will be very sad if he dies.

Thinking like this, I became obsessed with it, and actually survived many fatal situations.

He said this now to remind himself that he must not die.

The last note was torn to pieces by the fierce north wind, and Jarvan finally stood in front of Darius again. He held out his gun and was speechless.

The wind blows through Longqiang, making the snowy night even colder.

Darius had already stopped. The moment Jiawen stood up, he stood up again. He was giving Jiawen a chance, a chance for a final decisive battle.

Darius has always been arrogant and only respects opponents recognized by him, and Jarvan is a good opponent, and he does not want such an opponent to die with regrets.

For an enemy like this who will try his best to stand up and walk in front of you, you must let his death shine brightly like the last and brightest tail flame of a meteor.

So Darius is waiting, waiting for Jarvan to deliver the most glorious and final blow of his life.

Jiawen understood what Darius meant. He was a little amazed at the vastness of this man who was cruel and easy to kill in the eyes of many people and would do whatever it took to achieve his goals. But what was more important was the relationship between two men with similar things.

The resonance of those people. The reason why those people looked at him that way was actually just because they didn't understand the pride and aloofness of people like them.

He took a deep breath and tightened the hand holding the gun inch by inch. At this moment, fatigue could no longer relax his muscles, and pain could no longer invade his nerves. He felt that all the strength in his body had returned to his body again.

Inside, there are endless voices shouting: Come on.

Come on.

Jiawen's dragon spear swept across, and he suddenly took a step forward, flying high into the sky with the power of that leap.

At this time, the lonely waning moon once again revealed a bit of its beauty from the snow curtain.

The cold moon shines brightly, and thousands of troops are in the sky.

The entire Thousand Army Dragon Spear was held upside down by Jiawen's hands, with the tip of the spear facing down. The moonlight passed by, reflecting the dazzling silver light. Jiawen bent down like the moon and struck from the sky.

The wind and snow became more violent, and Darius calmly held the invincible giant ax upside down, quietly waiting for Jarvan's brilliant blow to fall majestically along with the heavy snow.

This moment seemed to turn back time, back to before, when Darius was in the sky and Jarvan was on the ground.

It's the same snowstorm, and it's the same blow from the sky. The difference is that Darius firmly believes that he can block the most spectacular and glorious blow in his life and give him a grand death.

The wind and snow came suddenly, and the sky was filled with snow that blocked out the moonlight.

Darius narrowed his eyes slightly, his ears were full of whistling sounds, and his hands were ready.

Press down and breathe.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"Boom——" The next moment, thousands of troops descended.

Under thousands of troops, the sky was filled with snow and fog.

A majestic force surged from beneath his feet, and before Darius could react, he was violently thrown away.

The Thousand Army Dragon Spear landed heavily, inserted heavily into the deep snow layer, and penetrated the earth heavily. Jiawen's blow filled with all the power fiercely bombarded the earth, with majestic penetrating power.

All the nearly ten yards of deep snow were blown away, penetrating deep into the soil, and the erosion exploded inch by inch. The entire land was forcibly shaken up and a three-yard high wall was raised, forming a circle around the nearly ten yards of land.

"Bang -" Darius hit the sudden walls hard and fell to the ground hard. He was unable to stand for a while.

Jiawen took a deep breath, but his hand still didn't relax at all. It wasn't that he didn't want to let go, it was just that the blow just now had consumed too much of his strength. At this moment, his hand seemed to be stuck to the gun, and it was numb.

The wind and snow kept coming.

Three more breaths passed.

Darius finally recovered from the violent impact. He stood up with some difficulty holding his axe, but he did not charge in a hurry because the blow just now was too abrupt.

As a result, he was completely unprepared and was directly injured in his heart.

At this moment, all the energy and blood in his body are churning, and every inch of his muscles is beating continuously. He can no longer use too much strength. He is panting and waiting for the opportunity.

He knew that he was overconfident, but he had no regrets. The word regret would never appear in his dictionary. As long as he had a breath, there would never be such a thing as failure.

He looked at Jiawen who was also panting. Of course he knew that the opponent was at the end of his strength, but he was almost there.

Now, let’s see...

Who is more vicious.

When encountering each other on a narrow road, the brave prevails. When all the martial arts skills recede, all that is left is the remaining energy and blood.

Darius and Jarvan pounced almost at the same time, using their last strength, without raising their weapons, just fighting with bare hands like two dying beasts.

The heavy snow was silent, and the dull sound of gun collisions kept ringing in the air.

The lonely waning moon reflected on those sudden rises of rock and soil, illuminating those cracks and faults, making the entire rock wall look as ferocious as an ancient arena.

The strong wind blew up and picked up the bundle of animal hair at the end of the dragon spear, making a hunting sound in the cold night.

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Okay, I broke my promise, there is only one update.
Chapter completed!