Reginard closed his eyes lightly, as if he had given up, but the red-haired woman clearly felt that under those closed eyes, there was an extremely terrifying amount of magic surging!

"Stop, Gentiles. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" The blade made a ping-pong sound, and the red-haired girl's throwing knives were shot down one after another, but she reluctantly pulled them up again and attacked in the direction of Reginald, but was blocked by the sudden blade.

The two blades were suspended in the air, they had no handles, and they were sharp on all sides, making it impossible to imagine how such a sword could be used, and they flew in the air, blocking the white-robed magician.

The huge amount of magical energy gathered under his eyelids dissipated, and he opened his eyes again, and a strange purple glow flashed from those blue eyes. Not far away, at the same height as the huge ship, a man slowly flew in.

That's right, this man flew in.

He was dressed in the traditional Ionian warrior's robe, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, like a flying immortal. Under the ordinary cloth shoes, there were two sharp blades, and it was these two thin blades that carried him flying in the air.

The pirates cried out in amazement, because this man, as well as all the pirates who had participated in that war, knew it all too well.

Although he was middle-aged, his clean temples were dyed silver-white, and his body was much thinner, this terrible swordsmanship was a nightmare that spread in the world.

Flying Sword Saint - Rito.

"Please give me some thin noodles and leave it at that. Ionia will not fall prey to any ambitions, as long as we are still there. ”

How can it be...... This is...... Irelia's father?! Ahri's eyes widened, completely oblivious to the danger that he was sinking by the powder keg, and his eyes were full of surprise and reverence.

Why is it so powerful...... No, he should be resting in a hospital bed.

The gag cloth sealed all her doubts in her stomach.

"Hmph." The red-haired woman snorted softly, and all ten knives disappeared into space, "Caterina du Quekao, I've seen my predecessors. But this Ionia, there must be a difficulty, even you, you can't stop it. ”

The pirate ship slowly retreats from the offshore area, Ahri is fished up and spits out several mouthfuls of seawater, Yasuo leaves like a lone ranger, and the people of the Tempest Gym also leave after saluting Master Rito.

Ahri had a stomach problem, but it all flowed into the sand with the spitting seawater, and his brain was dizzy, and he couldn't remember anything when he heard Reginald's pretended sentence "Thank you seniors for helping".

In the distance, an iron-black canopy came from afar, and the fleet was replaced with black and red sails, and the emblems of skulls and axes on the banner could not have been clearer.

Here they are, the iron-blooded military state that conquers everything, Noxus!

"By all means, go and tell Karma that she is in Ionia, the capital of the Ionian city-state. Here he came, it was the man. ”

Reginald gasped and uttered the name: "Du Kekao." ”

Rito closed his eyes, nodded slightly, and the heirloom sword was put together and carried behind him, at this time he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, and he had suffered from illness for a long time.

Caterina's flying knife technique is a martial art created after the Flying Sword Technique, which can only be produced by combining space magic - it is no longer a pure martial art.

Du Kekao...... But that boy? The boy who was knocked down by him, chasing the best in martial arts? Now he's back. No, this can't be, that young man has already broken his pulse, and it is impossible to go into battle again.

There must be some connection between them.

……

"It's a pleasure! You're a master! The monkey exclaimed, and the club in his hand turned into an afterimage, and struck with the wind-like sword.

If it is replaced by Yasuo, Fang can swing a wind blade and directly defeat this monkey.

As Yon fights, he weaves his way through the shadows of the sticks, breaking through the monkey's defenses again and again. He remembered the battle with Yasuo, from childhood to adulthood, his swordsmanship was always more proficient, and the competitive Yasuo constantly challenged him, constantly confronting the raging waves with one man and one sword on the rocks by the sea.

Until this blow almost thundered and stopped on the monkey's chest.

"I lost. You're good to go. It's fun! "The monkey was almost having fun, scratching its ears and cheeks with pleasure.

And so on -

Won suddenly turned and galloped towards the carriage stop, corpses strewn all over the ground.

"Elder...... Died in the sword art of the wind. "At the meeting of the House of Elders in Starfall Town, Yong En lowered his head and said these words, his mind was complicated, the scene of that day lingered in his mind and could not be dissipated, and hatred surged out from between that rift." I'm willing to be punished, and I'm willing to do my best to hunt down the murderer! Even if that person is my own brother...... Yasuo. ”

【Ionian Heroes】

Yasuo is an indomitable man and an agile swordsman who can harness the power of the wind to slash his enemies. The once-triumphant warrior was discredited by false accusations and forced into a desperate battle for survival. Even when the whole world is against him, he will do everything in his power to bring the evil to justice and restore his reputation.

Yasuo was a gifted apprentice at a well-known sword dojo in Ionia, and was the only student of his generation who could master the legendary sword art of resisting the wind. Most people believed that he was destined to be a great hero. However, because of the invasion of Noxus, his fate was changed forever. Yasuo was tasked with protecting an Ionian elder, but believing that his sword could change the tide of battle, he left his post and threw himself into battle. When he returned to the elder, he found that the elder had been killed.

Yasuo, who was in disgrace, was willing to turn himself in, ready to spend his life to atone for his dereliction of duty. But he was shocked to be charged not only with dereliction of duty but also with murder. Although the guilt left him bewildered and painful, he knew that if he didn't act, the real Assassin would get away with it. Yasuo drew his sword and fought and escaped from the dojo, knowing full well that he had committed another treason and that the whole of Ionia would be against him. For the first time, he falls into a real loneliness and embarks on a life's journey to find the true murderer of the Elder.

Yasuo spent the next few years wandering around, searching for clues that could lead him to the real culprit. From beginning to end, he was relentlessly hunted down by his former classmates, constantly forced to fight or die. His mission drove him on until he was overtaken by his most formidable adversary, his own brother, Yon.

Under the constraints of traditional rituals, the two swordsmen first bowed to each other, then drew their swords and fought. In the moonlight, they silently swung their swords round and round. When they finally charged forward, Yon was outnumbered by Yasuo; The sword flashed, and Wynn fell. Yasuo abandoned his sword and rushed to Yon's side.

With mixed feelings, he asked his brother how his relatives could think he was guilty. Yongen said, "The elder died in the sword art of resisting the wind. Who else can do that? Yasuo instantly understood why he had been accused. He again claims his innocence and begs his brother for forgiveness. As his brother slept forever in the crook of his arm, his tears also slipped down his cheeks.

Under the rising sun, Yasuo buried Yon, but he had no time to mourn. Soon someone else will come after him. The brother's revelation gave him a whole new purpose; He now has clues that will lead him to the real culprit. He took an oath as he packed his belongings, reluctantly bid farewell to the tomb of Yong'en, and embarked on a journey accompanied by the wind.

"The story of the sword, with blood as ink." - Yasuo