"I'm sorry, my father is not feeling well, and it is not suitable to see guests. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info if there is anything you can convey to me, or you can leave your name and visit my father after he has recovered. Irelia said lightly, with a look of rejection.

"His illness is not going to get better." The tall man spoke suddenly, his voice low, magnetic, and full of an indescribable deterrent.

"What are you talking about!" Irelia said angrily.

"Isn't it?" The man asked her calmly, and under the hood, only a cruel touch of lip line could be seen.

"I don't know who you are, what nonsense are you here! My father won't see you, so please go back. Irelia didn't know why she was so angry, maybe it was the man's words that struck the guess she feared would be true.

Sometimes, I guess it, but I want to be confirmed by others to feel at ease. Sometimes, I know it in my heart, but I am afraid that others will pierce the veil used for self-comfort.

She heard a squeak, coming from behind her, the smell of herbs and the body odor that the patient had, slowly seeping into her nose. And the woman in front of her, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her gaze passed over her and extended somewhere behind her.

Irelia turned around and saw her father already standing in the doorway.

"Father!" She shouted that he should be lying in bed to recuperate in his current physical condition. But now he stood straight in front of the door, as if nothing had happened.

Such a big person, and he is always strong!

Her father smiled at her, as if to reassure her, and then said lightly to the visitor.

"Finally, it's time to come, it's still here."

Seeing her father's appearance, the tall man finally took off his hood, revealing a face like a knife and an axe.

It seems to be somewhat handsome, but it feels a little complicated.

The bridge of this man's nose is extremely straight, the tip of his nose is slightly hooked, and a pair of thick eyebrows are pressed very low, almost covering his eyes, no matter how you look at it, it gives people the impression of almost cruelty.

His eyes were a pale ice blue, showing no warmth at all, and he habitually maintained a slightly downward gaze.

It is true that with his height, he always has to look down to see each other, but when he looks at people like this, it will make people feel very uncomfortable.

It feels like you're being watched.

And at this moment, what is revealed in these eyes is the opposite of the cold color.

"I wonder if Master Rito remembers me?"

"Of course I do." Irelia's father, Rito, muttered, the man in front of him, despite so many marks on his face by the years, could still recognize the swordsmanship genius who challenged him back then—and now, he had almost become the most terrifying man on the continent.

"I thought that in that sword fight of life and death, I deliberately stabbed a sword and let you live, thinking that it would help you find your own sword path. It's a pity ......"

"To survive in the pity of the opponent is to lose all the glory of a swordsman." The man said. "Come on, I've been waiting for this day for a long time. I know that your current body is no longer capable of fighting for a long time. Ten tricks, it's always okay, right? ”

The man threw off his cloak and revealed a black armor, no, maybe not black, but it didn't reflect any color of light, it seemed ...... It seems to have swallowed up all the light of the moment.

He drew his sword out of its sheath, and it was a blood-colored long sword that shone with a strange blood light.

An ominous blade.

"No, no." Irelia grabbed her father, but the expression on his face seemed to be resolute.

"Ellie, I know what kind of disease I have, and I can't cure it. There are some things that are better to be done with my own hands while I can still move. He smiled and touched his daughter's hair lovingly.

She was under the impression that his eyes had never been so resolute.

My father had faced countless challengers in his life, but his eyes had never been so cautious and dignified as this time, as if he had something on his shoulders in this battle.

She looked at his soft, yet very determined gaze, and silently took a few steps back, but her nose was already sour.

In fact, it didn't matter if she won or lost, how could Irelia not know that this battle, even if it was only a ten-move contract, would exhaust all of her father's strength.

But his face was completely indifferent, and there was no trace of dying, and Irelia remembered what her father had said, if her will was strong enough, she could temporarily break through the limitations of her body.

That's probably it.

However, that kind of overdraft is too luxurious for him who is terminally ill.

In the silence, there is a tragic determination.

At this time, the heirloom sword was also detached from the colorless void and suspended beside its master.

The sword had just appeared, and the heat in the eyes of the man in black was even more turbulent at this time, staring at the strangely shaped blade, and slowly groaning in his mouth.

"It's been thirty years, and I can finally see it again, Rito's flying sword skills!"

This heirloom sword suspended in the air is completely different from ordinary swords just by its appearance. At first glance, it looks like four handleless rune blades, joined together by some invisible power.

And at that pivotal position, where the spiritual power of the four blades intersected, a fiery red core slowly condensed, just like a flame emitting an extremely fiery temperature, but it didn't look like a flame element.

It's a heat that doesn't burn people.

Ordinary swords, one tip and two blades, kill three parties, only one's own side is the safest hilt. However, this sword ...... There is no hilt of the sword.

There is no place to hold it at all.

This is a magical sword that has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is not an ordinary method that can be controlled, only this secret flying skill.

Seeing the appearance of this heirloom sword, Irelia finally felt a little relieved in her heart.

It seemed that every time she saw this sword appear next to her father, she felt a faint sense of strength...... Comfort, perhaps?

It's just a battle of ten moves.

It should be very short, but in Irelia's eyes, it seems like a slow motion that is as long as a lifetime.

Irelia didn't get the swordsmanship taught by her father, but she was also familiar with it since she was a child, and she had some superficial understanding of swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship of this man in black......

Seeing Irelia's surprise, her brain was almost blank, and all that was left in her mind was the word "shock".

How to say it. This sword art seems to have come from Ionia.

Ionia is peace-loving and indisputable, and the mystical technique that shocked the Valoran continent is completely the product of the Ionians' pursuit of perfection in their bones.

The swordsmanship, strength, speed, and every move of the man in black seemed to be trying to reach the extreme.

Fast! Permit! Vicious!

It seems to be casual, and there is no pattern to follow at all. Again and again, with extremely bizarre routes, see the stitches. Trick, throw, pick, pluck.

Irelia could tell the general idea of how terrifying the power of the sword was when she lost her strength when she received the fierce attack of the heirloom sword.

If it were an ordinary swordsman, under this kind of bizarre offensive, the flaws would have been exposed long ago, after all, the sword is controlled by the arm of flesh and blood, and it will inevitably have a blind spot in defense because of the length of the arm and the sword.

But Rito is different.

The Sword of Inheritance moved at will, dancing lightly beside him, each time saving the day with grace. Dao Dao sword light seemed to be intertwined into a sword net, and in this sword net, almost any path of attack was blocked.

However, that consumes ......

It's not just a contest of sword skills, it's a contest of his increasingly weak body.

Irelia looked at her father's slightly throbbing brows, and couldn't help but feel more and more distressed.

Father's opponent is definitely not simple, it seems that he should be a sword master, just like the famous Laurent family of Demacia, Noxus-

Suddenly, there was a slight omission in the perfect ring-shaped sword net.

"You've lost."

The man in black said lightly, accompanied by his next blow, and drew the end note.

It's just a matter of moments.

The blood-colored sword stabbed into the left chest.

That's quite a ...... Threats, or rather the angle of showmanship.

The man's sword deliberately avoided the heart muscle, not hurting a single bit, but gently brushed it aside, as if it deliberately did not leave a fatal wound, but let the heart feel the chill of death the second the long sword pierced.

It's all a winner's show.

The man in black's ability to control the sword is simply terrifying...... Precise as a scalpel!

The blood on the sword was also a little deeper, and the red seemed to be there, as if it was a ......

A demon sword that is eternally thirsty for blood.

The shining crimson hub of the Heirloom Sword also dimmed a little in an instant.

The man in black drew his sword with a faint smile on his face, which was not shocking, but could not hide the trace of joy.

"Father!" Irelia finally held back her tears, her cheeks already welling with tears, and her shouts were hoarse.

Rito staggered forward two steps, blood pouring from the sword wound and his mouth, and he raised his hand to make a gesture to stop Irelia from approaching.

The dim heirloom sword suddenly shone brightly, and the four clusters of sharp blades split apart, with clusters of flames like sparks ignited between gold and iron, and pounced in the direction of the man.

The man's pupils shrank, as if this glance completely took this fierce attack into his eyes.

There was a sound of disdain between snorts.

He raised his hand, and the long sword slashed in front of him in a blood-red arc, and all four impacting blades were blocked to the ground.

"In the battle of ten moves, I didn't release the water. You're really better than rumored...... Ahem...... It's even stronger. Even if it's all over, I'm afraid I won't be able to knock you down......"

Seeing that this last attack was blocked, Rito said, lowered his head, and smiled very self-deprecatingly, and then his body, shaking a little, fell heavily to the ground.

Irelia threw herself on her father, sobbing incessantly, unable to utter a complete sentence.

But my father seemed so calm, and even the expression on his face was even more relieved than when he accepted the challenge.

"Sure enough...... Still couldn't stop him......" he muttered, "Ellie, I knew that my life was imminent, and you don't have to grieve for me, let alone avenge me. Go...... Go tell Karma...... He's coming, he must ...... Be sure to protect the Ionian ......."

"Father...... He...... Who the hell is he? ”

Rito's pale lips quivered slightly, and from the name she guessed from the shape of his mouth, Irelia couldn't help but feel a chill rise from behind her.

It's him.

He's coming.

The man who symbolizes death and calamity.