There are black clouds in the sky, and black earth in the earth.

The wind swept the black earth into the air, and the heavens and the earth were stirred into a dark black, and the wind galloped and sensationalized.

Under the thick black soil are the lonely and straight figures of two men, one shoulders the wind and sword eyes are calm, the other holds a silver ring and the face is cold, their ears are filled with dragon and tiger roars, and the roof tiles are groaning.

Tyrone took the lead, four silver-ringed daggers composed of powerful magical energy like preying on wolves, facing the most powerful old enemy, he did not leave a trace of backhand, with the momentum of cutting grass and roots, he wanted to cut Yasuo into pieces!

Yasuo swung his sword, the wind sword echoed the master's movements, the hundreds of wind gusts spun rapidly, a kind of air-tearing magic made a piercing sonic boom sound, the sword qi was suffocating, and suddenly met Tyrone's deadly stunt.

"Wow!"

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and wherever the wind went, the earth was trampled out of a long and deep terrifying rift, and the pale white wind sword qi carried countless dust, and it exploded in the silver ring port in an instant!

Tyrone's hands were on the ring, his robe was blown violently by the wind, and even the Assassin's hat was blown high into the sky by the force of the mighty wind, and was immediately torn to pieces by the vicious wind, revealing Tyrone's slightly curly, unusually black hair.

His knife never gives up the pursuit of the heart until it gets its way.

Yasuo, on the other hand, must have a taste of steel, and the resentment of being an assassin believes that only by stepping on his corpse will his dagger be sharper.

"You won't live long."

Tyrone smiled coldly, even though his feet grew deeper and deeper in the hard, black soil, until he fought back with all his strength against the wind and half of his boots were completely buried in the dirt.

If you don't move, it's enough, and it's like the wind.

Tyrone's wind, not Yasuo's wind, is a domineering and deadly, explosive and ferocious wind!

The cloak flickered only an illusory shadow in place, and Tyrone had already used the assassination power that had been accumulated in the soil, and in the blink of an eye, flickered behind Yasuo, Tyrone used his fame stunt, a supreme mastery, which he called the Battle of Cutting Throats.

With the help of the magic in the enemy's body, the magic power of the enemy within the range of the blockade in an instant, his body will be so fast that people can't enjoy it, it is a kind of instantaneous step, instantaneous, a terrifying body method that almost transcends the rules.

He has already used this trick to obliterate how many arrogant guys he doesn't know.

Including the once powerful existence in League of Legends.

The corners of Tyrone's mouth hooked up a smile of successful conspiracy, he didn't believe that Yasuo still had the speed to react to his extreme assassination after using some powerful magic, this time, he was going to cut the throat of the brown hair!

"Bang!"

Tyrone's four silver daggers slashed a large piece of the wind, and the sudden attack of the wind was shocked into air foam by Tyrone, and Tyrone's whole person was also shocked, he clenched the ring dagger in disbelief, and immediately slashed viciously backwards.

Yasuo skillfully dodged Tyrone's fatal blow with the help of the wind, and the killing power he slashed was also seen through by Tyrone, and the wind sword suddenly collided with the ring, and the two chilling steel blades rubbed against their teeth, and the violent fire suddenly illuminated the sweaty cheeks of the two of them along the violent impact.

Anyone could see that Yasuo was about to run out of oil lamps, and when the real strength was contested, Yasuo, who was extremely weak, could not resist the treachery of Tyrone's assassins.

Condensing the magic power into the silver dagger ring, it sent a heavy blow as if with the help of critical potential, like a hundred pounds of iron hammer hammer against Yasuo's slender wind sword, knocking the poor long sword into a miserable and sad roar.

Yasuo felt her internal organs begin to roll and her eyes turned black.

"Click!"

The sound of bones being broken by the force, Yasuo's pupils contracted suddenly, but he calmly lowered his right wrist, the wheat luster right wrist was flushed with high bulging redness, and his right hand was broken alive!

His eyes turned to be full of calm, and he held the Sword of the Wind with his left hand, he would not be afraid, he wanted to prove to Master Yi that even if he didn't use the Infinite Path, his Wind could still prove a righteous path!

"Your foolishness means nothing to me."

The broken wrist of the Wind Blade gave Tyrone strong confidence, and he even playfully raised his eyes in the face of Yasuo's dying slashing Wind Blade, he wanted to see what other hole cards Yasuo had strong enough to bring back to life.

However, the banter on Tyrone's lips suddenly stiffened.

He blinked vigorously, a deep confusion that made his lips dry and distorted.

"Why don't you cut it over?"

Staring at the long sword that hung in mid-air like a fossil, and the brown-haired man who looked like he was about to die, struggling to squeeze out a smile, Tyrone restrained himself from the desire to slit his throat for the first time.

"Accompany me through this fire."

With that, Yasuo didn't care if Blade Shadow wanted to, he had already thrust his weapon into the black earth that was burned like hardwood.

He doesn't fight with it anymore.

The light of the Wind Sword faded, and the ferocity began to die down, revealing the cold sword body.

It began to look like a real sword, a sword that had faded away from the beauty of the good days, and was empty and lonely after appreciating the prosperity.

Tyrone twitched and tightened his grip on the ring, and at this time, he didn't know what to do or what to say.

Is it taking advantage of the opportunity of the man to turn around and take the heart off in an instant?

Tyrone would never believe that the man had any other conspiracy at this time, but taking advantage of the danger to kill him, this kind of thing made Tyrone's cold face a little hot.

Tyrone could naturally see that Yasuo had been at war with him at the beginning of his spell, and that he had little magic left.

However, the deep resentment against the Blade of the Wind made Tyrone not want to feel pity for his opponent at all, and in his previous opinion, as long as he killed Yasuo, slit his throat, and removed his hot and jumping heart, everything would fall into place.

Actually, is it really what you think?

Tyrone shook his head and put away the silver ring full of contradictions, if he killed the current Yasuo, it would be a lack of self-confidence.

He is the proud King of the Assassins, Tyrone, and he needs to fight Yasuo with dignity!

So, Tyrone nodded in acquiescence.

"The last sip of the contemptible wine, do you want to drink it together?"

Yasuo was full of joy and held the flask buried in the soil in his arms, which was great, and when he fought Tyrone just now, he was afraid that the flask would be burst by magic.

Tyrone glanced at Yasuo in surprise, and he found that the man's eyes did flash with sincerity, not as cunning and sinister as he was used to, but Tyrone still shook his head and said coldly: "Drinking alcohol can make people's heads paralyzed and unresponsive, so as an assassin, I don't drink." ”

Yasuo sighed regretfully, no matter what, there is such a thing as wine, although it is interesting to drink it by one more person, but he is not happy enough to drink.

"Do you believe in the so-called greatest darkness of Valoran?"

Yasuo lay straight in the black soil with his eyes closed, tired as a mountain.

On this question, Tyrone's resolute face did not have any contempt or perfunctory, but stared at the unconscious young man not far away, and said seriously: "Valoran's greatest darkness has been sung by bards for generations, and at present, he is indeed very worthy of the symbol of destruction brought to the continent. ”

Yasuo shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and spoke: "In the distant future of the Runeterra, the miserable demon of another world will be free from the punishment of death, he will travel through the snowfields of Vernonia, bring disaster to the prosperous and far north, his evil will take root in the world, as the king of the void and shadow, no one can stop the destruction of the land of runeterra. ”

"Unless, it's a meteorite."

Yasuo looked at Tyrone with amusement and said, "Unless, it's a meteorite?" If he is indeed the Lord of Darkness, then how can the meteorite be explained? ”

Naturally, Tyrone would not know about the problem of a meteorite, and even the most famous scholars in the War College were at a loss for it.

"The old guys of the War Academy are still imprisoning Wu Wenxu at the moment, in their opinion, as long as his movements are sealed, the rune difficulty will not break out, hehe...... Really a bunch of stupid guys. ”

Yasuo poured the only sip of liquor into his throat heavily, he stared at the red and black sky, and said with a firm look in his eyes: "Marzaha is a very wise person, Wu Wenxu should be alive until he is completely sure." ”

"What do you mean?!" Tyrone's mouth opened wide in disbelief.

Yasuo didn't answer Blade's question directly, but his calm smile told Tyrone what he wanted to understand.

"Let's watch the fire together......"

With that, Yasuo looked wordlessly at the flames that were about to burn out on the throat of the Hokuriku, and countless heat waves followed the steel gate into the sky, and each heat intertwined with each squeak like cold water pouring into an oil pot.

Listening to the repetitive, irritating sound of burning, Yasuo closed his eyes quietly.

"If I die today, Blade, please bring a message of health to Master Yi."