When Jeno returned with Taliyah, the battle for Yasuo was not over, but it was also nearing the end.

Before Taliyah could marvel at the magic of the Demon's Mouth, she heard the sound of the wind whistling.

Some inexplicable familiarity reminded her of the days when she used to train with Master Yasuo in the Winter Mountain, Master Yasuo asked her to keep condensing stones until she broke through the sword and hit his body, and every time at the end, the two of them stood in the middle of the rubble and rubble on the ground with a disgraced face.

That's what she heard at that time.

The air in Ionia was refreshing, and she was a little sober from her dizziness, and when she looked around in a daze, she saw a familiar figure fighting the legions of Noxus under the hillside.

Yasuo weaved back and forth through the crowd, the reflection of the metal in his hand like a bolt of lightning spitting letters.

The soldiers brandished their weapons wildly, trying in vain to parry the wind-like blades.

It was too late, and Yasuo's knife flickered in the crowd, leaving only a scarlet waterfall of blood and a gust of wind.

There were already many corpses lying on the ground, which really startled her.

"Master Yasuo! I'm here to help! ”

Before Taliyah could wake up from the vertigo of teleportation, she summoned a stone slab from the ground and jumped up, sliding down the hill and heading into the battlefield as if she had drunk fake wine.

"Don't go." Jeno, whose mouth was sour, sensed that the power of the wind had accumulated to the critical point of the explosion, and quickly grabbed Taliyah to prevent her from approaching rashly.

The stone slab under her feet was out of control, and it began to roll after sliding forward for a while.

"Don't go, we'll be able to decide soon." Jeno stopped Taliyah and emphasized again.

"But there are so many people left on the other side, is this really okay?" At a cursory glance, there were at least a few hundred warriors in Noxus, and no matter how you look at it, it is not possible to decide the winner immediately.

"Don't believe me, you see." Jeno didn't say much, and some things can be seen if you are careful.

Taliyah pressed the anxiety in her heart and looked at the battlefield not far away. Sure enough, this time, I saw some clues with patience.

Yasuo kept tugging in the enemy's formation, his movements seemed to be disorderly, just to avoid the weapons attacking him, but they all vaguely revealed a deliberateness, as if he was deliberately leading the enemy somewhere.

The wind swept through Taliyah's hair, gathering across the battlefield from all directions, and standing around Yasuo's blade, Taliyah, who had a great talent for magic, sensed that a storm was coming.

She understood why Jeno didn't let her rush down to help, because it would only cost an innocent life.

He continued to tug until he turned the enemy line into a loose straight line.

This time, he no longer shuttled left and right in the enemy formation, no longer slashed side with a sword, but stood on the path of the enemy's charge, no longer evading.

The wind never stopped, for as soon as he stopped, painful memories would catch up with him from behind.

But this time, he decided to use the sword in his hand and the unruly wind to blow away the endless glimpses that kept chasing him.

Those who can forgive him are dead, so he can only forgive himself.

"Hazah give—"

Yasuo roared angrily, drew his sword and slashed forward, and the endless sword momentum accumulated in the battle turned into a whirlwind and struck out!

The whirlwind rose against the wind, and under the injection of Yasuo's endless sword momentum, it instantly rose into a ten-meter-high tornado, rushing towards the army of Noxus at an extraordinary speed.

The howling tornado tore through the blood-stained earth, and the tyrannical wind elemental formed a violent air current, sending everything in its path into the sky, from petals and gravel to shields, corpses, and even living soldiers pulling and hugging each other, all of which were wrapped in the heart of the relentless hurricane.

In the short moment of being swept away, the cold wind fell everywhere on the bodies of these soldiers like blades, killing but like a thousand cuts, as if condensing Ling Chi's punishment into a few seconds, but in the end, it was the huge impact of falling to the ground that caused their deaths.

At the last moment of his life, a soldier saw a piece of maple leaf void sword qi floating in front of him smash, and his eyes overflowed with blood at the same time, returning to the embrace of the earth in the invisible darkness.

In less than a few seconds, the hurricane formed and dissipated, and at the same time, it easily took the lives of hundreds of remaining people like blowing out a candle in the wind.

A hole cracked in the earth, and countless corpses fell from the sky, bringing with them a bloody wind.

Breathless, bathed in blood, Yasuo stuck his sword into the ground and sat down with the blade in one hand.

Because the enemy formation was deliberately pulled into a straight line by him, most of the soldiers could not avoid this tornado.

There were less than ten Noxian soldiers who narrowly escaped, and the Noxians never ran away from the battlefield, because deserters would be executed on the spot by their generals, which was an iron rule of the battlefield set by Darius.

But at this moment, Yasuo was like a demon who had just climbed up from hell, and his whole body was covered with drops of blood, and this terrifying appearance frightened them to the core, and they lost their minds and fled into the dense forest.

Although Yasuo's weakness has been unabashedly revealed, the sanity of these Noxians has collapsed, and their minds are constantly replaying the hurricanes and devastated corpses, and they have forgotten the iron laws of the battlefield by thinking about how to escape from the gaze of the devil.

This is not something that mortals can fight against, this is the transcendent power that Noxus fears the most.

The news of one enemy and one army will blow to all corners of Ionia with the breeze, and Yasuo will also become famous like the Infinite Sword Saint Yi in the battle, and it is foreseeable that the name of the Wind Sword Hero will resound throughout Ionia, and it will also become the most feared nightmare among the Noxian people.

"Master Yasuo!"

When Jeno let go of his hand, Taliyah immediately slipped on the slate and rushed to Yasuo, trying to help him mend his wounds.

But Yasuo was covered in blood, and he didn't know if it was his or the enemy's, which made Taliyah feel very troubled.

"Little Sparrow, why are you here?" Yasuo was surprised by the sudden appearance of the freckled girl, who was far away in Shurima, who would appear in Ionia at such a special time.

"I'm here to help you win the battle, you seem to be very weak, are you okay?" Taliyah tried to help Yasuo, but the girl still resisted the gore and didn't dare to put her hand on it completely.

It was already hard for her to hold back from looking at the brutal battlefield behind her, but the disgusting smell of blood still penetrated her stomach, scraping the stomach wall and arousing her desire to vomit.

"I'm fine, I don't need to help, it's good if you don't throw up me." He winked at her.

Taliyah felt a wave of nausea and a rush of food welled up in her mouth, but she swallowed it raw, forcing two tears out of the corners of her eyes.

She laughed at her embarrassment, laughing with tears.

As if remembering something, Taliyah took off the package behind her and took out a clay pot full of liquor, then unceremoniously took the empty bamboo tube from Yasuo's waist, opened the lid and poured the golden liquid into it, and saluted Yasuo.

"Desert mead, toast! Heroes of Ionia! ”