In the gray sky, a bright red sun hangs, and now the night is gradually enveloping, and the dazzling sun has begun to converge its light and lower to the west. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the twilight, a man dressed in a cowboy costume and a red cloak flying in the wind and dust is lowering the brim of his cowboy hat and walking step by step on the Gobi.

As if sensing the gloom of the sky, at this moment, the man suddenly raised his head, revealing a face full of vicissitudes.

The beard had not been shaved for a long time, and although the yellow sand and dust had made his skin chapped, there were no wounds on it, only a striking scar that ran through his forehead, making his whole temperament as sharp as a sword.

Suddenly, the man's steps stopped, his boots slamming against a piece of rubble, shaking out small pieces of debris.

"Yasuo. "Someone called him from behind.

Yasuo didn't look back, but took out the treasured flask from his bosom and drank the spirits.

"Yon. His voice was a little hoarse and calm, although he was asking a question, but there was no surprise in the slightest, "You're going to kill me too?"

In the yellow sand, a man in a light blue samurai suit walked out, and as he walked, the wind and sand seemed to have stopped a little.

"I'm sorry, my brother. Yon didn't say anything, just lowered his head, a little ashamed, and a little sigh.

"You want to kill me with your half-baked wind control swordsmanship? You know, you can't be my opponent...... Never. Yasuo turned and stared into Yon's eyes.

"You... Kill the elder, I must come, otherwise, the family will be implicated... So, draw your sword. Yong En smiled bitterly and pulled out a slender sword similar to a Tang knife and pointed it at Yasuo.

Yasuo was silent for a long time before he made a hoarse voice, as if his whole person seemed much more depressed.

"Don't even you believe me?" Yasuo thrust the scabbard in his hand into the ground, the sheath had no edge, but it broke through the ground by three points.

"The elder died in the sword art of resisting the wind... The real Wind Resisting Swordsmanship, not the half-Wind Swordsmanship that we have practiced. Yon looked his brother coldly, wondering if he was lying.

"Royal... Wind?" Yasuo's eyes were full of incredulity, because he was the only known person in this world who was good at wind resisting swordsmanship...... As for the Wind Sword Technique that Yongen and the others have learned, although it is only one word different from the Wind Resistant, its power is too much worse.

Royal, control.

The difference between one word and the realm is far away.

He lowered his head: "But, it's really not me. ”

Yongen shook his head, the indifference in his eyes dissipated, and turned into an incomprehensible expression: "Don't you dare to admit it now? I am your brother, and I am willing to die at your hands, but why don't you even tell me the truth?"

Yasuo's eyes seemed to overlap with Yon'en at this moment, and he was equally incomprehensible: "We are brothers, why don't you believe me?!"

There was grief and indignation in his voice, and a rough palm gripped the hilt of the sword, pulling out the sharpness that was hidden in it.

Yongen shook his head: "Not everyone can learn the sword technique of resisting the wind, there are too few people in the world who have this ability, and it can even be said that there has never been more than one person... Resisting the Wind... A swordsman who can control the wind, a swordsman who can be called a swordsman... Is there anyone else?"

He also drew his sword and bowed to Yasuo, a sign of his respect for a swordsman.

Yasuo's gaze gradually dimmed, he wanted to escape, but he also wanted to save his family, it was true that his father was the only one left, but if he did not kill Yon, his family would definitely be regarded as a rebellion, and that kind and stern man would definitely be torn to pieces by the angry Ionians.

Although, Ionia is really a very peaceful place......

What if Yonne was allowed to bring back his head?

It can't be, it's not a sin I have committed, and it should not be borne by me......

Moreover, the elders of the Gym will not trust Yongen to kill me alone, and he needs those two companions together.

What's more...... He didn't believe me!

If I die, then my hatred, my grievances, who will wash them away!

"Who will wash away my anger, who will let this hurricane stop!"

With his roar, the wind and sand in the sky suddenly condensed, turned into a large mouth, and let out an unwilling roar towards the vast earth.

Yasuo gasped, and he began to regain his composure, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes: "When I was a proud and arrogant child, you taught me the meaning of patience. You have always been my role model, my friend. ”

"But why don't you believe what I'm saying?"

"If you trust me, please take off my head. Yasuo gulped down a gulp of the spirit, which washed through the ravines on his dirty face.

Yon shook his head, he looked behind him, and then whispered, "It's useless to talk more, draw your sword." ”

The wind howled, and Yong'en's figure was hidden in the rolling yellow sand, and the sword in his hand gathered thousands of miles of wild sand, condensed into his own swordsmanship, and stabbed far towards Yasuo.

Yasuo didn't understand, didn't understand why Yonn wanted to kill him, why did he use his own wind?

The blade in his hand cut a barrier of wind in front of him made of pale yellow, condensed sand and dust, and easily wiped out Yongen's sword.

However, at this moment, after the strong wind, Yon's pale blue figure appeared in front of Yasuo, and gently waved the sword in his hand towards him.

Suddenly, the furious sword qi swept away with a thick earthly aura.

This is another of Yong'en's swordsmanship, the Earth Sword Technique!

Yasuo had a struggle on his face, because he knew that if he really fought, he couldn't control himself from keeping his hand, because Yong'en's strength, although not as good as him, was also required to give him all his strength.

The sword was in front of his eyes in an instant, and Yong'en's Earth Sword was not only vast and vast of the earth, but also condensed the power of the wind, thus getting rid of the bulkiness of the earth, and at the same time, the power was undiminished, and at the same time, it also had the swiftness of the wind.

"I will pursue this path until the end of the ......" Yasuo finally took out his sword, he no longer hesitated, the sword in his hand was just out of the sheath, and in an instant, it set off a storm of thousands of miles, turning into a crazy spinning tornado sword qi, facing Yong'en's earth sword.

However, the result was not what Yasuo expected......

His sword, like no man's land, plunged into Won's chest with ease. At this time, the moon was already hanging in the sky, projecting a cold light, and in the Gobi, the temperature difference between day and night was very large, making his whole person feel a biting chill.

"Why?" Yasuo trembled and fell to his knees in front of his brother.

Yon smiled, and reached out to hold Yasuo's rough hand, heavy, warm, but gradually cold.

"I... How could it not be believed that my brother ... If you want to die, I will do it for you..."

Yon couldn't speak the whole sentence anymore, his voice staccato and gradually, out of breath.

Yasuo then realized that his brother had believed in himself from the beginning... It's just that, for the sake of the family, he is willing to die in Yasuo's place.

Yasuo didn't move for a long time, and seemed to be calm, but the wind around him, cutting the rubble into the air, betrayed his mood at this time.

"I'm going to follow the truth. His hoarse voice rang out, and the wind ruffled his long hair, so he untied his brother's hair tie and tied it around his head.

"Let the wind guide my blades! Wynn! let the wind help me find the real murderer - the one responsible for the blood on my hands!"

In the distance, two figures were coming quickly, and Yasuo knew that they were his two former brothers.

The stout figure was a sturdy swordsman known as Ionia. When he was a child, he witnessed him split a tree in two with a swing of his sword.

That petite figure was his senior sister, she was agile and cunning, like a fox in the forest.

However, these are far from being the opponents of the wind.

Yasuo muttered something in a low voice, not looking at the two former friends who had been chasing him, and now the enemy.

"Yasuo, you're so mad that you even killed your own brother!" the woman's crisp voice was full of anger, she was wearing the samurai costume of the Wind Dokan, revealing her fair and lovely lower abdomen, but the undulating breasts and angry face dispelled this cuteness.

"Yasuo, I really saw through you.....! Fuck you, what a brute!" the man's stout figure was like a pagoda, obscuring all light.

Yasuo ignored the two of them, at this moment, his heart was dead, and now the motivation that could support him to live was to find the real murderer!

When the woman saw that Yasuo did not reply, she became even more angry, and was about to speak, when she heard the stout man speak.

"Hmph, sister, what are you talking nonsense with him, we chased him for three months, and now it's time for him to go to hell to atone for his sins. ”

Yasuo suddenly turned around, he looked at them and asked, "It's been three months?"

The two of them snorted coldly, and drew their swords at the same time very tacitly, without the slightest idea of talking nonsense with him.

"Traitor, give the head!"

Yasuo sighed: "My glory has been gone for a long time. ”

Then he stood up, the wind condensed, and turned into a dense air flow around him, and then with his sword, a tornado appeared!

His figure then disappeared into the wind, and in the next moment, it appeared in front of the stout man's eyes.

"Let's go!" he whispered, "I'll prove my innocence." ”

The blade of the sword instantly pierced the man's chest, he couldn't believe it, his eyes widened, and he said intermittently: "Step... Front?"

At the same time, the woman had already been swept into the tornado, and as Yasuo flew up, ten thousand sword lights crossed, instantly destroying all life.

"The wind is dead. The sword light pierced the woman's delicate neck, and he whispered the name of his sword move, reaching out and closing the woman's eyes.

Blood flowed out, he gasped slightly, one hand covered his lower abdomen, there, at this time, there was a deep sword wound, the same door of the Wind Channel, although with the passage of time, they were no longer his opponents, but he couldn't do it without injury.

After all, that's the same predecessor I once admired!

"It's a long road, but the sword is the company. Yasuo's figure gradually disappeared into the night, looking so arrogant.

PS: Let's send out the manuscript of this chapter as soon as possible, after all, it is relatively long, and it was written a long, long time ago.