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. www.biquge.info The blade of the sword made a ping-pong sound, and the red-haired girl's throwing knives were shot down one after another, but she was reluctant to pull them up again and attack in the direction of Reginald, but they were 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, there was an iron-black canopy, and the flag of the fleet was painted with the symbol of a skeleton and an axe, and it could not have been more clearly declared.

Here they are, the iron-blooded military nation that claims to conquer 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, pursuing the ultimate 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.

He didn't know, he couldn't find the answers, the clues were like cobwebs in the woods, intricate.

……

Perhaps this day Yasuo tasted fear for the first time.

It was a fleet of dark ironclad warships, without sails or oars, and such a heavy thing not only did not sink to the bottom, but moved smoothly and at high speed on the surface of the sea, like a giant flowing in the vast ocean. Black smoke from the roof of the ship billowed above.

The winds and waves off the coast of Ionia swooped down on the uninvited visitor with hostility, but the great shadows of steel were like heavy iron curtains falling on the horizon, unmoved.

The wind is the most powerful force, he always believed.

It can crush houses with solid foundations, sink thousands of sails to the bottom of the water, and weathered rocks that have stood for thousands of years into slag. It is pervasive, formless, and even the hardest things cannot hide from their weaknesses and leaks, and the power of the wind is exactly that.

But what is in front of you......

It was as if it were a whole plate of steel, welded together by huge willow nails, such technologies were almost never seen in Ionia, because they were seamless, tightly connected, and even the wind and waves, the most penetrating water and wind, could not enter it, and I am afraid that only the gears of time could destroy such a delicate iron curtain.

For the first time, he felt a tremor.

It was something outside of his cognition, and even beyond the whole of Ionia.

The Balance Sect of the Ninja Organization uses the balance between heaven and earth as a revelation to deduce the way of equilibrium of all things, and uses this as a creed to protect and practice.

The son of the stars, Solaka, believes in the vastness of the stars and possesses a mystical power known as the power of the stars.

The same is true of his Wind Swordsmanship, which was also learned by his predecessors as a swordsman by observing the wind, which is formless but contains power.

The magic of spiritual energy, the martial arts of qi strikes, and the long ancient bells fluttering in the mountains and temples of all sizes......

All this, in spite of the arguments of the Ionian forefathers and the people of the present day, and though they each adhered to different paths, they were on the same path in the most important way, and in their knowledge the only thing in the world was the power of nature.

However, this fleet, which descended to the horizon like an iron curtain, seemed to be able to override the laws of nature, and floated on the sea like a miracle.

His mind was in turmoil, and he only knew that there was a terrible steel monster coming from the other side of the sea, and the black hole of the cannon and the spicy smell of gunpowder that he had seen this morning.

He stepped on clogs and walked through the forest, he had a vague feeling that something big was about to happen, he had to meet up with the disciples of the Wind Rush Gym as soon as possible, Yongen and they must have escorted the elder to the nearby town to rest, how to deal with this steel beast, he had no clue at all, maybe he could find the answer from Yongen, who had always been resourceful.

Whenever he encounters such a headache, he always subconsciously wants to turn to him for help, after all, they are brothers.

When his thoughts were called back to his eyes, what filled his vision was a sad but grand red color.

The corpses of his colleagues were lying on the forest path, the blood and cold corpses were soaked in the cold white moonlight, Yasuo's heart trembled and beat wildly, he strode towards the carriage surrounded by corpses, the **** blood on the curtain was announcing to him, but he ignored it and opened the curtain.

The old man rested peacefully and forever, blood blooming like a flower on the old man's chest.

"Tempest Gym, Yasuo, come here to turn yourself in." He knelt under the high hall of the Starfall Mansion, his weapons had been unloaded before he entered, and his arms were tied behind him with thick ropes by the guards of the Mansion.

That's right, it was his dereliction of duty that killed the elder.

"Are you guilty?" Officials in high hats sit upright, their hooked eyes under thick eyebrows and prostrate those who confess their sins.

He had never seen the silver dragon banners hanging from the walls on either side of the palace, but he had never been anywhere else, and for as long as he could remember, he had never left the small fishing village, and all he remembered was the sword and the wind, and it was Yong'en's job to go to other towns to buy or other things.

"Guilty."

"Very well, Yasuo, you were the one who murdered the Elder, right? Did you know that the murder of an elder is a crime of treason?! ”

"I didn't. I did derelict myself and killed the elders, but I was not murdered! ”

"You killed the Elder, and your brother Yon testified before! The evidence is conclusive, and you dare to quibble here? ”

"I didn't!" Yasuo's eyes widened with rage, his starless, lowered eyebrows suddenly overflowed with essence, his bones and muscles creaked under the force of rage, the wind gathered around him and roared, and the ropes that bound his hands burst into pieces.

"Good! What a traitor and thief who killed the elders! Come...... Come on, take it for me! ”

The official hid behind the public table, and his eyes said that it was majesty, but it was fear. Yasuo respects the law, but never fears it, he knows that the real murderer is at large, and he will not tolerate that person, the one who has brought him to the ground.

The wind was cold, and the guards with long sticks all fell to the ground, and their bodies were wounds as thin as cicada's wings, but as smooth as a mirror.

Wind shear.

Yasuo walked to the front of the court, looking at the big official who had shrunk into a ball for fear, the other party was obviously frightened, and when he saw him approaching, he shrank back in vain, as if he could shrink into the wall, and at the same time he bluffed and shouted, "Great ...... Daring! You...... Don't come here! I'm an appointed ...... by the House of Elders."

"No offense. I will find the murderer and bring him to justice! With that, Yasuo turned and walked out of the door of the palace. The wind whispered restlessly in his ears, like a good sword wielding in the air, humming and trembling.

He didn't know where the road was heading.

But whatever is the end of the earth.

……

"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 was Yasuo, he would be able to swing a wind blade and knock the monkey down directly.

Damn, can't you do it?

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 -

Yon suddenly turned and ran wildly towards the carriage stop, only to see corpses strewn all over the ground.

The elder collapsed peacefully in the carriage, blood drenching his cloth. Flat cuts, flat cuts, ridiculously flat cuts all over the eyes, no sword could produce such a smooth and smooth wound, not even the presence of bones could make it cause it to have any deviation - on the elder, on the fellow in the gym, even on the carriage.

But none of this seemed bizarre to Yon, it was Wind Cut.

The only one who can produce wind cutting is the Wind Swordsmanship, and the only one who has reached the realm of wind cutting is that one person in the Gym.

He thought of the Noxian messenger he had talked to Yasuo that day, his black hood covering his eyes like a veil of night.

Why? Why? Why?!

His fists clenched, a beastly roar rising from his chest, tears welling up in his eyes, and he knelt before the dead elder.

"Elder...... Died in the sword art of the wind. At the meeting of the House of Elders in Starfall Town, Yon 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, the Wind Gym, am willing to be punished, and I am willing to do my best to hunt down the murderer and bring him to justice! 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