Yasuo looked at the elder indifferently, he was extremely confident in the wind wall he had slashed, leaning against the wind wall and staring at the elder indifferently, the sword in his hand didn't even need to be raised, because he knew that his sword was faster than him.

"The Wind Barrier has a limited amount of time, so if you don't leave, you're going to die here." Yasuo added coldly.

"Elder, rest your anger!" The middle-aged man came over and pressed the elder elder's arm, slowly pressed down the long sword, and said: "Although he is a sinner, he is not wrong this time, it is not much better to die under the arrow of a Noxian than to die under the sword of a sinner, let's quickly withdraw from the mountain!" ”

The sword-wielding elder quickly figured it out, and he took a deep look at Yasuo, the sinner who had mutilated his protégé, and at this juncture, he had to let go of his hatred.

He turned to the middle-aged man and said:

"But the Wind Sword Technique has been passed down here for many years, and someone must stay to guard the dojo, Kaede, your senior brothers and sisters took their disciples to Presidian, I am too old to go far, so let me stay in the dojo."

There are still some inherited things in the dojo, and it would be a shame to abandon them like this, and it is with this idea that the elders want to stay in the dojo.

But as soon as the elder finished speaking, Yasuo came behind the elder like a ghostly wind, and struck him on the back of the neck with the hilt of his sword, causing him to faint immediately, and collapsed into the arms of the middle-aged man, unconscious.

"Elder!" The man shook the old man in his arms, but he didn't move, and immediately glared at Yasuo, his eyes flickering with incomprehensible sparks in addition to anger.

"You-"

"Don't be stupid." Yasuo coldly interrupted the foul words in the other party's mouth.

"He's got a good leg and foot, and he's just staying to stall for you. Listen to me, take him with you now, don't repeat the mistakes of the past, and live in endless guilt like me. ”

Yasuo saw through the Elder's plan, but for some reason, when a kind intention came out of his mouth, it became so ugly that people couldn't help but feel the urge to beat him up.

After listening to this, the middle-aged man bowed his head by default.

If you abandon the dojo, you will be abandoning everything except this swordsmanship and the sword in your hand.

The Wind Dojo is their home, and once they abandon their home, their status will be reduced from swordsmen to ronin.

But they are the descendants of the Wind Swordsmanship, they are the Wind! And the wind should be unrestrained, drifting without roots, since it is the wind, why should it be stuck in one inch? When you leave here, you can gallop in a wider world.

The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high for the birds to fly!

This may be the most suitable experience for the disciples of the sect!

After a while, as if he had decided something, he carried the elder on his back, raised his arms and shouted to the group of disciples, "Come with me, let's leave the Wind Dojo and go to Presidon to join the rebels!" Sooner or later, we'll retake the dojo! ”

He carried the elder on his back and took the lead towards the back of the mountain, followed by a group of disciples, stepping on the green grass and running towards the holy mountain in the east.

The wall of wind gradually weakened, and the arrow shot through the wall towards a disciple.

Yasuo raised his sword and slashed the arrow at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and the Swift Wind Sword Sect disciple who had lucky enough to pick one up did not realize that he had already walked through the ghost gate.

"And go with the wind, and pay attention to what is behind you."

Yasuo held the sword horizontally in front of his eyes, as if he was talking to the sword, as if he was talking to himself.

His voice was imperceptible to the roar of the hurricane and the howl of the rain of arrows, but he didn't seem to care if the disciple he had rescued could hear his teachings, perhaps he was not born to teach.

This seemingly disease-free moaning behavior became a fork in Jeno's eyes.

But I have to say that he pretended to be successful this time.

Yasuo turned his wrist to draw his sword, the wall of wind completely dissipated, and the Wind Warrior lowered his sword and began to manipulate the whirlwind around him.

The rain of arrows fell, on the grass, at his feet, but none of them fell on him, as if blown away by an invisible wind.

"Aren't you leaving?" Yasuo said.

"Why should I go?" Jeno looked at his indestructible crystal armor and didn't understand what threat these mortal arrows could pose to him.

Now that he has successfully led the Wind Dojo to Presidian, his next goal is for Yasuo to obediently gather at Presidian.

"I will atone for my sins, I will slash these Noxians, I will avenge Master Soma, for Yon, for those who died unjustly by my sword!" He gritted his teeth, panting.

Yasuo seemed to transfer his anger to the blade, a hurricane surrounding the blade, and even the unruly wind drove it for him.

"Then you'd go!" Jeno said unmoved.

He waited here for a long time, and was hit by countless arrows, just to see how Yasuo fought, and that knew that he talked so much.

After Jeno finished speaking, he could clearly feel Yasuo's breath suffocating, and the air seemed to be full of embarrassment for a moment.

But it was only for a moment, and then Yasuo burst out with an even stronger sword momentum, and E rushed towards the enemy army without stopping.

"Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!"

Yasuo rushed down the hill with an arrow step, his legs quickly alternating between stepping on the earth, his body light and swift as the wind, his toes falling among the dwarf flowers, and he never even stepped on a petal.

Seeing the ronin in front of him dodging the dense rain of arrows and rushing towards him, the general ordered all the soldiers to draw their weapons and prepare for a white-knuckle battle.

Although he knew that Yasuo was an extraordinary person, he relied on his equipment and numbers to crush him, and he would kill Yasuo with a pile of people.

But Yasuo never cared how many people he had to face, he couldn't stop, otherwise endless guilt and sadness would catch up with him from behind.

The soldiers of Noxus lined up in shields, stretched their spears through the gaps between their shields, and aimed them at the rushing Yasuo.

This was a formation used against cavalry, and Yasuo, who could control the wind, put a lot of pressure on the soldiers, forcing them to stand for it.

Can this array hold back the charging cavalry, but can it hold back the all-pervasive wind?

Yasuo pressed his sword to his waist and rushed into the enemy line with a fierce wind!

Rumble!

The wind rose and kicked up dust and swept Yasuo and the soldiers in formation.

Seeing a dense burst of sword light and sword shadows flashing in the hazy wind and sand, Yasuo broke through the shield array alone.

The wind and sand dissipated behind him, and the shattered metal shield, broken into several spears, fell to the ground along with the blood-oozing heavy armor.

Each soldier had several deadly scar marks on his body, and the soldiers in these armors believed that the armor would protect their lives before they died.

But the result was that they could not even scream, and the killer kept his sword pressed to his waist as he emerged from the wind and sand, as if the sword had never been unsheathed.

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