The waves crash against the reef on the shore and rush to the shore. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The waves are the most patient swordsmen, tirelessly cutting the strange-shaped reefs into a smooth shape, and even the hardest rocks will be smoothed and destroyed by this majestic and endless momentum.

But this man doesn't want to be a stubborn stone, he has to be tougher than that, the stubborn stone only knows how to stick to its place, he has to have more strength, more explosive power, to be able to break through the vortex like a water blade.

He was shirtless, muscular, standing on a reef, his slender sword tucked into a sheath at his waist, his black hair tied high behind his head, stirred by the manic sea breeze. And he closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when the rolling tide would hit.

Some uninvited guests are like the waves of the sea, tirelessly intruding, he is not a reef, but an iron ship that can break the waves, and he can tear the vast waves apart with his sharp bow. He seems to have caused them a lot of trouble, and yesterday they even sent a messenger to meet him, claiming to be a Noxian, and asking him if he was a descendant of the Tempest Kendo, hoping that the two sides would be convenient for each other.

He didn't say anything, just snorted and left a sentence: "Yasuo, Ruo'er and others want to challenge, please report your name first, I will accompany you at any time, but if you don't follow the etiquette and trespass, you will not be forgiven." ”

He didn't know what a Noxian was, probably a barbarian on the other side of the sea. Anyway, the guys on the other side of the sea are barbarians. They fought each other for living space, destroying the farmland that could produce crops with fire and sword, and then went to others to rob each other, destroying each other, plundering each other, and finally everything became less and less.

It's just a bunch of savages.

The wind and waves are coming, and this momentum indicates that this time the wind and waves are definitely not small. The wind swept up a dozen people high and smashed at him. Yasuo opened his eyes suddenly, and the long sword was unsheathed, and an invisible momentum suddenly swept up his blade.

That momentum is the wind.

The natural wind that lingers on the steel weapon, the wind follows the sword, the momentum is born from the heart, like breathing, but there is a surging, dark tide surging power.

Storm Kendo, among his peers, is the only one who has mastered the ultimate realm.

Resist the wind with a sword, go with the wind!

The transparent air slashed at the waves that swept into the air with the slash of his long sword, and the waves that were broken down on him, Yasuoti raised his sword, and the wind erected a wall of wind in front of him, and the waves smashed against the wall of wind, and the highly dense gas formed a barrier, blocking every drop of water from the outside, even though the water was known as the first permeability, it could not wet his body at all.

In actual combat, every drop of water that leaks in can be a deadly hidden weapon.

This is the teaching of the late Guru.

"Yasuo!" Someone on the beach called his name, a strong male voice.

Yasuo's bearded face showed a smile that was rare outside of cultivation, and the people in the fishing village said that he smiled charmingly and manly, but Yasuo felt that although he had never left this small village, his heart seemed to be wandering somewhere. He didn't want to live that kind of life, just marry a beautiful fisherman's little girl, and settle down for the rest of his life.

He is as unrestrained as the wind. If there is really any concern, it is probably this man.

"Yon!" He smiled and put away his sword, jumped from the reef to the gravel beachhead, and ran towards his brother. This childish action has not changed since childhood, except that once the boy was knocked down by the waves again and again, and climbed the wet and slippery reef again, and fought again and again, like a fearless swordsman, and now he is familiar with it.

"It's time to go." Yon says that he is Yasuo's elder brother, and although he has not reached the realm of wind control, he is comparable to him in terms of swordsmanship alone.

The two brothers have different personalities, and some people say that the reason why Yongen can't comprehend the realm of controlling the wind is not because of his understanding and talent, but because his character is as calm as a rock, and he is not as easy as Yasuo, and he can comprehend the mystery of the wind better.

"Let's go? Where to? I don't want to go yet. ”

"Starfall sent someone to send a message to you to escort the elder to the town, I think you have already abandoned Fengyu Village, the situation is complicated, I am afraid you have to evacuate first, and think about it in the long run."

"I see, you can let the elder go, I'll catch up quickly, and I can kill a few more before then." Yasuo said he was completely unimpressed.

"Yasuo." He looked at him with a straight face.

"The Swift Wind Kendo emphasizes attacking as defense and controlling stillness with movement, and with me on the front line, the elders are naturally safer. Everything is strictly guarded, and when danger comes to the door, as long as it is a hundred secrets, it will be a failure. ”

"I knew you were going to say that, I really can't do anything about you. I'll take your place for the time being, don't be too warlike, catch up with us then, and return the fat difference of the captain of the guard to you. Yon smiled and shook Yasuo's wrist. By the way, the people who came yesterday...... Noxians, what did they say to you? ”

Yasuo was stunned for a moment, and then said, "It's nothing." ”

Yongen was still a little relieved and was about to ask, but a steel giant ship soon came into view.

The pirate's skull flag fluttered on the mast, the skull pattern seemed to squeeze out a twisted and eerie smile, and the black sails hunted, at least in terms of the color and number of sails, this time the pirate ship was different from the previous ones. If there was a Birgewater man present, he would have recognized the meaning of the black sail with horror.

Planck, the king of pirates.

He ruled Bilgewater with intimidation, violence, and conspiracy. Wherever his pirate ships go, they leave behind death and ruins. There are countless pirates who follow him, but the only one to fear is Blacksail.

It was Planck's own car, it was the giganticest, it had unparalleled firepower, and every sailor on board was one of the best in a hundred, a division that was chosen by Planck himself, a division floating on the sea!

At this moment, the man who had brought great calamity to the sea, wearing a conspicuous captain's hat, walked to the side of the ship, and he stepped on the high railing, and looked down, as if he were looking at the land he was about to conquer.

"Lao Tzu appreciates your ...... Well...... Guts! He drank rum as he said in a somewhat inarticulate voice. But it doesn't make sense. Those recruits have suffered a bit, but I'm going to end this farce quickly. Cry! Call it! Port fire, half a salvo! ”

In the black hole of the ship's side, huge gun barrels stretched out, and a loud rumbling sound rose from the ship, and the heavy huge ship swayed and tilted because of this recoil.

"Stop! Stop me! Yasuo cried out weakly as he rushed in the direction of the village, the wind becoming frantic with his restless mood and lifting a massive wall of wind from his sword. It will block two shells, and the explosion will sweep across the front, and the blazing heat will unreservedly turn into a wave of heat that will rush towards him along with the air.

The impact of the tremor made his arm tingle.

He hadn't felt this kind of hardship for a long time, but in the face of this never-before-seen firearm, he couldn't help but feel a kind of desperate unwillingness.

Nothing more than two shells.

More shells rained down on the villages, clouds of smoke rose from the explosions, and people screamed and fled with their heads in their hands, not knowing where it was safe.

His cheeks twitched like a wild beast, but he couldn't reach the sailing ships floating on the sea.

The smoke screen from the shell bombardment cleared, and Yasuo's eyes lit up again, because he saw a barrier of magic light in the village, piercing the smoke and blocking the explosion.

Beneath the dissipating magical barrier, someone quickly rushed to the sea, it was a white-robed young man, about his age, but he didn't have much beard, and he looked more like a hairy boy. Behind him was a very bewitching woman, and Yasuo noticed the danger of this woman when she saw the pointed ears on the top of her head and the white fox tail behind her.

"Are you alright?" The white-robed young man said.

"It's fine." He replied coldly, taking a step in the direction of the pirate ship, pointing his sword at the pirate leader above, as if to show that he could solve these problems without help.

"Hahaha, happy and happy! The port side is loaded, all for Lao Tzu to prepare—"

"Stop!" The red-haired woman walked over, a knife she was playing with. "That's all for today. That person, my father specially ordered. ”

Caterina's scarred eyes looked at the white-robed young man with interest for a moment, and a muffled voice spat out from between her lips:

"It seems interesting, but it doesn't seem to be out of the ordinary."