Half a year ago, with a sword, he slashed through the indestructible place that Noxus is most proud of-- the throat of the North Continent, which has no one before or since, shocking Valoran!

Ask yourself, Rengar and others really can't do such an earth-shattering feat.

Exhausted by his magical power, his flesh and blood resisted the destructive energy of the five powerful magic cannons, and his deeds were recorded in history, attracting countless bards to sing loudly, and he was almost on par with the legend.

He's the Wind Swordman Yasuo!

"One by one, it's too troublesome, the contemptible person is a lazy bone, you five, come together."

Yasuo hooked the flask, drank heroically, he wiped his mouth, the fragrant wine sticking to the stubble quickly melted into the hurricane, and even the wind had the smell of wine, Yasuo stretched out his arms comfortably, embracing the fragrance of the overflowing wine.

Pride Stalker Rengar, Grand Explorer Ezreal, Nine-Tailed Demon Fox Ahri, Demon Clown Sacco, and Blade Shadow Tyrone.

In the wind and snow, there are five chaotic and powerful breaths, like facing a great enemy.

"Cut, we haven't settled the account at the Xuege Fortress yet."

Hurricanes are raging, and the wind and snow are blowing!

In the snow with blood and murderous intent, the man wearing a crimson scarf walked out coldly, his face was calm and cold to the bone, but the pair of sharp eyes that flashed like blades could not hide the heat and urgency.

The blue and thin robe hunted and rolled, hitting the man's body, like a whip, making a loud crackling sound, the man was unconscious, let the skin gradually redden, in a bruise, the silver dragon eyes on his right wrist became more and more scarlet, as if he enjoyed the stimulation of the sudden pain in the body, and cater to the small, impatient madness in the blood!

In the fight in the fortress of Xuega, Tyrone did not have a reason with him.

As Yasuo was shoehorned in with the magic cannon, Shadow of the Blade even had an urge to protect him.

Because Yasuo is a knot that he can't untie, if a person who has reached his level doesn't handle the knot properly, he is likely to evolve into a heart demon and be entangled by the heart demon, and the realm will be difficult to advance for the rest of his life!

The snow-white lion looked at the cold man who took the lead in a complicated manner, he held his mouth tightly, and after a few seconds, he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Tyrone, be careful." ”

Caring for a cold-blooded and ruthless Assassin seems ridiculous.

And then that phrase came from the mouth of Rengar, from the mouth of Valoran's top hunter. It's a little intriguing.

The dark iron boots of the shadow of the blade stepped on the messy snow, his pace never stopped, his breath was silent, as calm as ever, he ignored Reingar's admonition, and did not even blink his eyes.

In fact, now he can't hear anyone's words.

His eyes seemed to hide bayonets that slit the throats of his enemies, piercing everyone's eyes with pain.

The corners of Tyrone's lips gradually raised, and the object of those terrible eyes was not a crazy roaring hurricane, nor a freezing snow, but only one person, the man with the sword and the heroic drinking!

Yasuo drank to himself, his hurricane was distorted by Tyrone's boiling killing intent, he didn't care because of the fear of the wind out of the way, Yasuo burped, raised the silver kettle, squinted his left eye and looked at the wine hole, he found that the jug couldn't even drip a drop of wine.

"In the fortress of Xuege, the contemptible still owes you a favor."

Yasuo shook his beloved flask vigorously, and he was finally convinced that the flask was empty.

Tyrone sneered, moved his knife-cut lips and said, "Do you want to say that you have to repay the favor now?" Hehe, put away your stupid thoughts. ”

"Yasuo, you listen, now I am the Shadow of the Blade Tyrone, just as a well-known assassin in Noxus, I declare to you, you are my prey, and I will not have mercy in this battle."

The cold shadow of the Blade Shadow and the Wind Sword Hero were two feet apart, far away.

The two terrifying murderous planes that could not be concealed could not be covered up mercilessly collided, but they were countless sharper than the sharp blades that sharpened iron like mud, and in the moment when the two pairs of cold and calm eyes were facing each other, the wind and the snow let out the most tragic wail!

"If you want to die, it is as easy as a hand."

The indifferent voice contained absolutely no emotion, as if it were a pure, heart-like declaration given by a person whose heart was like water.

In mid-air, an invisible wind burst out for no reason, like rain and dew falling on young leaves, and instantly turned into hundreds of icy cold currents, pouring into the eyes of everyone who were holding their breath and concentrating, blowing their eyes painfully.

"Bang!"

Lightning and flint, Ezreal tried to widen his eyes and couldn't see clearly, the ancient wooden sheath and the silver dragon ruling slammed together, Yasuo held the sword in one hand, and his left arm curled against the cold wrist of the Blade Shadow, unable to see who had the upper hand.

Is it still a scabbard?

Cut by the Silver Dragon's Judgment, there was no trace left, if before today, someone said that a piece of wood could resist his Judgment Blade, and the blade would disdain, then today, he can only be shocked!

"My knives will not give up their quest for your heart, and in the end they will get their way."

Blade's chest leaned forward secretly, and he could clearly smell the rich, pungent smell of wine on Yasuo's lips.

For him, who doesn't drink a drop of alcohol, no matter how beautiful the wine is, it stinks worse than the rotting corpse in the gutter.

So, he's going to turn their owners into corpses in the gutter.

A few thick snowflakes with great strength fell into the scarlet eyes of the silver dragon.

"Whoa!"

At this moment, Rengar seemed to see the strange bayonet blink like a living thing, the wind exploded, the snowflakes shattered in an instant, and two brilliant streams of blood splashed for no reason in the roaring wind.

"What a powerful assassination method."

Ezreal shuddered as he caressed his heart that was about to explode, and he saw the bloodthirsty blade of the silver dragon slash into the back of Yasuo's hand, and although the Blade of Judgment did not chop off Yasuo's left hand as he wished, the sticky blood that continued to overflow made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Since he was able to injure that man, it showed that he was not invincible.

But his fleeting transcendent magic, is it a dazzling eye?

Cut flesh by the Blade of Judgment, ordinary people, have long been killed by the bloodthirsty killing intent in the blade, but the face of the Wind Sword Hao is still ruddy, and he can't see the pain, nor can he see the unexpected expression.

Yasuo clenched his fist, and the three fingers that had been chopped off immediately burst out with more blood, and the withered petals sprinkled into the sky, staining the wind and snow red.

"I want to ask you, did you use all your strength for the attack just now?"

Blade Shadow's complexion changed suddenly, and because of his rage, hideous blood oozed from his pupils, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Bluff." ”

With that, his wrist violently exerted force, and even the cold wind boiled, looking at the trend of silver magic in the blade of judgment, it was bound to cut off the three fingers of the Wind Sword Hao.

"If you exert all your strength, you will be silent for you."

The speed of the Blade of Judgment slash slowed, to be precise, a complete stagnation.

The muscles of Tyrone's right wrist burst wildly, and the veins were clearly exposed, and at some point, Yasuo's three fingers had been separated from the silver dragon ruling, and the blade was only a simple and slender scabbard.

The pale yellow wood scabbard was stained with a lot of red, like a painstaking effort to build a nesting swallow.

Yasuo's right hand was pinned behind him, motionless as a mountain, supporting the Tyrone Assassin's treacherous way, but his left hand was still wounded.

The wooden sheath, the left hand, actually blocked the full force of the first assassin of Noxus!?

"Cut the grass and eradicate the roots!"

Tyrone's figure swept backwards, and the blue robe made a rattling sound, and three rapidly swirling daggers surged out of the wind and snow, unstoppable.

Three carefully selected daggers, each coated with venom that paralyzes the nerves of the enemy, have been cut and scraped to the roots, and even if blocked, they will be sluggish due to the paralyzing venom of breathing, which is one of the stunts that Shadow of Blades is proud of.

Looking at the whistling flying blades, Yasuo shook his head with interest and said, "The nerves of despicable people can indeed be paralyzed, but unfortunately, only alcohol can paralyze them." ”

The man raised his sheath, but his sword was not drawn.

The Shadow of the Blade's gaze stared at his immobile body, secretly mocking his arrogance and ignorance, the venom that even the twelfth-order Magus could paralyze for a short time, could it be said that he was not ready to dodge?

"Whoa!"

The man's breath became leisurely and deep, his eyes were slightly closed, and at the front end, there was a substantial hurricane current, and those transparent wind organizations together, revealing a light blue color with a zen feeling, like a waterfall rushing, forming a soft wall, and draining the water around the body.

The blades of the three flood beasts rushed into the wall of wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Everyone couldn't understand that the raindrops splashing on the ground would make a snapping sound, and the obviously domineering and unparalleled technique of cutting grass and eradicating the roots was enough to cut through the hurricane, how could it touch the wind wall, and it didn't even send out a sonorous sound?

"The devil is crooked."

Tyrone gritted his teeth angrily, how could he tolerate his best stunt being trampled underfoot, Rengar stared at Tyrone, suddenly stared at the beast's eyes, and heard a cold and smug laugh from behind Yasuo: "What about this move?" ”

"Shadow Raid!"

The blue cloak exploded!

Shadow of the Blade Tyrone's strongest stunt, although he is an unscrupulous assassin, unlike Sacco's method of hiding a thousand blades in the clone, for Tyrone, the body of the assassin is the sharpest knife in the world, and the twelve killer blades that condense all magic power explode at close range, who can stop it!

The blade of terror emitted an unspeakable shrill roar.

The sound of the blade exploding alone almost pierced everyone's eardrums, not to mention the ultimate explosion that condensed into a circle and destroyed everything within three feet!

There is no doubt that in the face of the shadow raid of Shadow of the Blade Tyrone at such a distance, it is impossible for any of the heroes present to retreat with their whole body, and it is very likely that they will be seriously injured and killed!

Fast and ruthless, the sand and gravel rolled up with the frozen soil that had not changed for thousands of years, accompanied by a huge rumbling sound, and in the dust and mist, the two for tat shadows became distorted, distorted so that no one could see the situation of the two people in the fog.

I don't know how long it took, the choking dust stopped flying, and the dense fog no longer made a thrilling sound.

Ahri let go of her delicate ingot-like ears, and stared at the smoke and dust scattered in the distance, quite winged, but the next moment, she covered her heart suddenly, and her face became ugly.

She heard three words of despair wafting out of the dust.

"Next."

(End of chapter)