No one made the first move.

Xin Zhao's spear was raised high, and Darius's ax was dragged diagonally. They were all looking for an opportunity to take action, and life and death were often between the masters.

Sometimes it's not the first thing to strike first.

The wind was strong. Darius' scarlet cloak was blown more and more by the night wind. Xin Zhao frowned and took a cautious step forward.

Darius was not moved at all by this temptation, and even took the time to throw an axe.

This battlefield is already close to the land of voodoo, the weeds on the ground are beginning to thin out, and despite the month-long weather, there is no sound of insects anymore.

Due to the influence of rune energy, the weather in this ghostly place called Voodoo Land is extremely unpredictable. Sometimes it doesn't rain for a whole year, and sometimes it rains for several days in a row.

It was originally a very cold night, but there was a muffled sound in the sky.

Dark red lightning loomed in the dark night sky, and the dim waning moon was hidden in the clouds.

The weather has become sultry in vain, and a high and oppressive pressure is pressing on everyone's chest. A violent thunderstorm is coming.

It's a pity that no one has time to complain about the sudden change of the weather. They just hold the swords in their hands tighter. The suffocating air makes them inexplicably manic, and the violent fighting spirit begins to flow in the chests of these men. Some people finally can't bear it.

He roared low, making a sound that was not human-like, but like a trapped animal in a cage.

The sound of swords clashing became duller, and blood continued to flow. On this night of approaching thunderstorm, many people died and never saw the dawn of the next day.

Xin Zhao took a deep breath and twisted the paulownia spear in his hand. The feeling of chest tightness also affected him. A strong murderous intention wandered in his body and began to boil slowly. He knew that he could no longer wait any longer.

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Darius squeezed the dry ax handle seemingly calmly. If his last sense of reason hadn't told him that now was not the chance, then the violent killing intent would have broken through his chest in the next moment and turned into a blood-like ax blade.

Get the head on the opposite side.

They are still waiting for a time when everything collapses.

The violent thunderstorm finally began to fall.

When the first bean-sized raindrops fell on the Demacian light armor and made a crisp clicking sound, the Noxians roared crazily, and the Demacians abandoned their light armor, and in the dark night

The men threw away their swords and bitten together like wild beasts.

It was at this moment that Xin Zhao's spear and Darius's ax struck at the same time. The killing intent that could no longer be restrained surged out like a flood, and the ax blade burst out with dazzling brilliance.

The spear stabbed out countless times like meteors on the ax that carried endless killing intent. In response to the heavy rain falling in the sky, it made a dull sound like a war drum. Darius held up Zhao.

Xin quickly moved his gun screen forward like a chariot, instantly breaking through the fierce rain curtain, and the ferocious ax suddenly pressed down like the fangs of a giant beast.

"Hang-" There was a deep muffled sound. Xin Zhao was forcefully slashed several yards away by Darius, dragging out a white line of rain in the majestic rainy night.

Xin Zhao groaned, obviously feeling the difference in strength. Although he used his spear to resist Darius's violent blow, the tiger's mouth was already feeling a faint pain.

Darius laughed wildly, and without stopping for a moment, the battle ax was dragged diagonally towards Xin Zhao like a cannonball, and the violent force tore through the heavy rain nearby.

Unstoppable. Like a raging fire.

Xin Zhao subconsciously took a step back. The heavy rain poured down from the top of his head, soaking his long hair and instantly cooling down his brain filled with murderous intent.

He no longer fought head-on with Darius, but instead took strange steps. This was a step he realized between life and death. He used the weirdest moves to disrupt the opponent's rhythm, and then gave him the most deadly blow.

Strike quickly, accurately and hard, like a calm poisonous snake.

This is Xin Zhao's fighting style.

Darius also discovered the transformation of Xin Zhao. The rain also dissipated his murderous intention. Although he was walking on an extremely violent path, the coldness in his bones made him know how to think. Silence is like a mountain.

Moving like a tiger is his consistent creed.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and Darius stopped taking action in a hurry. The rain slid down from the ax blade and dripped onto the ground, but it did not wash away a trace of the old blood.

The two people seemed to have returned to their previous state, and began to pace non-stop in the wilderness of heavy rain. The rain blurred his vision, and Xin Zhao squinted his eyes. He knew that he had few chances to take action, and he could hit Darius three times at most.

You can kill yourself.

Likewise, with just three strikes, he can be killed by himself.

Three strikes. It sounds simple and fast, just a blink of an eye, but Xin Zhao knows that every strike must find the right angle, timing, and even wind direction.

This may take one magic hour.

Darius also knew this truth very well, and he began to constantly look for opportunities to close the distance with Xin Zhao, so as to unleash his most terrifying blow.

Xin Zhao took three steps in a row, causing the distance between himself and Darius to fluctuate, making the opponent hesitate.

Just when Darius thought that Xin Zhao was about to change the angle in the third step, Tongmu's spear passed through the rain curtain like a poisonous dragon and stabbed in front of his eyes.

Darius' reaction was not slow either. Although he was a little caught off guard, he was not unprepared. The giant ax weighing hundreds of kilograms was neatly slashed out from his right hand, blocking the inadvertent spear tip.

But after all, it was an unexpected blow. The tip of the spear still stabbed his shoulder. Blood slipped from his shoulder, and Darius's eyes began to become bloodshot.

Seeing that Xin Zhao's spear was about to pull away leisurely, Darius let out a roar like a wounded beast, twisted and pulled the giant ax, and actually dragged Xin Zhao forward.

Xin Zhao was caught off guard this time. He hurriedly stepped on the ground with one foot, but he was still unable to withstand Darius's violent strength. Seeing that he was about to be dragged into the distance where Darius could easily kill him, Xin Zhao yelled.

With a cry, he squeezed the spear with both hands and turned around to exert force. A strange force was transmitted along the handle to the tip of the spear. Suddenly the hooked spear head broke free and turned into a crescent moon-like light that pierced towards the spear.

Darius's chest.

"New Moon Sweeps."

Darius felt as if the blood vessels in his body were frozen by this strange blow. His keen sense of wandering between life and death all year round made him swing the ax crazily, and his blood suddenly surged, as full as a full moon.

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Xin Zhao was forced to take a step back by this life-for-life move, but the vicious spear point still stabbed Darius in the chest, and blood suddenly surged.

Darius covered his chest and half-knelt on the ground. However, the blood on his chest quickly turned red within a few yards under the wash of rain.

Darius stuck the ferocious ax on the ground and let out inexplicable laughter. The madness in the laughter made Xin Zhao, who was somewhat exhausted, feel that something was wrong.

Darius released the hand covering his chest and allowed the blood to flow. He lowered his head, grabbed the ax handle and began to walk towards Xin Zhao step by step.

The big ax scraped across the ground, making a sharp and incomprehensible sound, and a faint blood flowed between the ax blades, as if the solidified blood came to life again.

Xin Zhao subconsciously wanted to take that magical step, but felt that all his escape routes were completely blocked by the man in front of him who was walking slowly.

There was no way out. Xin Zhao solemnly grasped the spear and assumed the most standard defensive posture.

Ten more yards to go.

Darius started laughing nervously again.

Five yards.

The rain became more violent. The smell of blood filled the entire plain, and the men who were hurt by both sides wailed softly in the wilderness.

Three codes.

Xin Zhao leaned forward.

One yard.

A yard away. A violent thunder crashed down, and a sudden bright light covered the entire world.

At the last moment when the world was blind, Darius raised his ax high and jumped up, slashing down with endless murderous power.

The rain was pouring down, and the world was hidden.

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