I... make my own choice.

In the long night, the fight continued, and the low roars of people mixed with the sound of blade cutting off muscles and bones, and it was like a nightmare.

The deep snowy night was windy again.

Ezreal carried his exquisite Hex robotic arm, looked at Garen from Sejonny, and then looked at Sejonny from Garen, and remained motionless for a long time.

"Did you still not think about how to choose?" Sejonni did not charge like Garen, but stood at the junction of light and shadow. "Why don't I help you?"

Ezreal still refused. He stood in the dark night like a sculpture of steel.

"I'll count to five." Sejonny slowly stretched out one hand and placed the five fingers of that hand in the light of light. "If you don't promise me, then Miss Caitlyn's delicate neck will have a beautiful red line."

As she finished speaking, Olaf cooperated with great cooperation to put a thick axe on Caitlin's delicate neck.

"Se Zhuoni..." Ashe in the battle formation tried to say something.

But Sejonni ignored her. She looked at Ezreal who was still motionless and said slowly: "Let me see if glory is more important or... love is more important."

"One." Se Zhuoni slowly lowered a finger.

Ezreal could feel Garen looking at him, his keen Hex collector sent all the information around him continuously into his mind.

He didn't go to see Garen.

He knows what to do in theory.

"Two." Sejonni put down her second finger, and Olaf casually stroked his thick axe.

Although Ezreal did not experience the fierce battle in the afternoon, the aura from this rough and generous northern man made him afraid.

He was not absolutely sure to save Caitlin before that axe fell.

"Three." Se Zhuoni seemed a little impatient, looked at Ezreal, and picked the remaining two fingers.

If you compromise with Sejonni, then while saving Caitlin, you will definitely be listed as the target of killing by Demacia.

Even, there are more things that Ezreal definitely doesn't want to see happen.

But if you don't save it...

"Four." Sejonny winked at Olaf.

The axe blade is about to fall.

glory……

still……

love.

Love?

Ezreal suddenly sighed, and for the first time he had become like a ghost now, he sighed seriously and personally.

"five……"

"Lin--" before the last number falls.

The wind chime sounds.

The blue arcane energy came out of Ezrel's hand lightly.

Towards...

Garen's face.

My choice is...

Caitlyn.

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I don’t know how many times the sword fell.

Maybe it's ten thousand times, maybe it's one hundred thousand times, or maybe it's the one million times.

Lao Du continued to lift the knife without any fatigue and turned around.

Take out the knife.

I don't know how many swords I'm still alive.

The knife slashed steadily on the dark scabbard.

The darkness remains the same.

General Burnham still sat in his seat as steady as a mountain.

Lao Du put away his knife again, not knowing to stop.

"Don't give up?" General Burnham finally spoke, sighing as if he was a little tired.

"Are you scared?"

Another knife.

"I just..." General Burnham frowned perhaps after the dark mask. He waved his empty hand casually and swept the Delshu, who had carefully approached him and wanted to sneak attack him in one fell swoop, "I don't like to do repetitive things."

Delsey fell heavily to the ground, but was not seriously injured.

He paused for a moment, then rushed towards General Burnham with a knife again.

"I want to... kill you." He roared in a low voice and ran desperately.

Because, the person in front of him is the guy he has always dreamed of killing.

The guy who ruined his whole life.

Burnham Duckwell.

Take your life!!!

"Please!!!" Delshu roared wildly, and actually cut the knife in his hand into the endless darkness and made a strong sound of wind.

The sound of the wind echoed the knife in Lao Du's hand, like the eve of a storm.

"Carolyn." Lao Du suddenly stopped the stormy rain of swords, stood in front of Burnham, and slowly raised the knife. He whispered a name in a hoarse but gentle tone as if he was whispering to his lover.

Caroline.

Probably his wife's name.

The next moment, he slowly put the knife in his hand on his waist like a beginner.

Inhale and adjust the angle carefully.

Look ahead.

The original mystery of the sword path.

Take a knife with a backhand.

Beauty under the moon.

Aluo, you said you like this name.

I like it too.

Let's watch it again tonight-

The ephemeral blooms.

The eerie is in full bloom.

The surging sword light bloomed like a flower from the slowly slashed sword.

This sword is not as fast and sharp as the countless swords before, but it is more brilliant than any of the previous ones.

The brilliant brilliance of this sword finally made General Burnham unable to sit still. He stood up and placed the painted black sword around his waist.

Hold the scabbard in the left hand and the hilt in the right hand.

Squat.

Looking straight at the long sword that was surging like a flower.

Draw the sword.

Dark as flame.

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Flame is as dark as dark.

The black flames like Mo surged out of Chen Senran's body like a raging mad snake, the moment he opened his eyes.

Chen Senran stared at the face in front of him, which seemed to be completely made of ice. His eyes were no longer filled with the calmness and ruthlessness of the past.

All there is only the ignition of flame-like bloodshots and madness.

Endless madness.

Endless black flames spread out from his body, easily swallowing the frost that covered the entire corridor, and rushed towards Lisangzhuo, who was still putting one hand on Chen Senran.

The painted black magic pattern danced on Chen Senran's body.

The ice frost that had originally invaded Chen Senran's entire body retreated inch by inch, pushing it towards Lisangzhuo's arm inch by inch.

Lisangzhuo did not give up yet. She didn't even look at the fierce flames around her, but just looked at Chen Senran's violent eyes coldly.

The frost reappears.

The endless frost made a comeback in an instant, and it was about to catch all the flames in one fell swoop.

But at this moment, Chen Senran, who was trapped in the rocks, suddenly stood up, almost destroying the rocks and melting the cold with the raging black flames.

It suddenly burned toward Lisangzhuo's eyebrows.
Chapter completed!