Deep fear, like a poisonous snake's cold and wet body wrapped around Wu Wenxu's heart, the flames gushing out of his palm swayed violently, and as Wu Wenxu's breathing became more and more rapid, he felt his hands and feet cold, and fell into the ice cellar.

Wu Wenxu couldn't understand why the sixteen brothers should not be buried in the ice field outside the Xuege Fortress, why he appeared in the cursed ice field, and was nailed to the earthen wall by his beloved sword!

"No way, it must be fake!"

Wu Wenxu roared angrily, how could he not be angry?

The cold palm touched Yasuo's bloodless cheek, and before he touched it, Wu Wenxu took several steps back in shock, Yasuo's skin did not have any elasticity, not even a drop of blood, his cheeks were colder than his own hands, and it felt like a piece of ice, which made Wu Wenxu shiver all over.

'My heart and liver! ’

Benevolence, righteousness and morality are also a luxury. ’

'Cut, my maple leaf is already full of loneliness!' ’

'Death of the Tempest and Flame! ’

……

"Sixteen Brothers......

Wu Wenxu sat paralyzed on the ground, looked at Yasuo, tears of remorse gradually appeared in his eyes, he was the ruthless Lord Diablo, he made Demacia and Noxus grit their teeth and hate them to the bone, but, how could he not be a man who values love and righteousness?

Yasuo died because he used him, but Yasuo ignored his previous suspicions, and even willingly blocked the embrace of death for himself, and it was not until that moment that Wu Wenxu realized how important he had lost.

A friend of life and death!

The 100,000-strong army of Xuege Fortress surrounded and suppressed, although at the last moment, Yasuo did not personally admit his friendship with the brothers, and then under the annihilation attack of the magic energy heavy artillery, he was the first to stand up!

He traded his life for his new life and the path of hope to the Hokuriku!

A sword slashed through the sky and shocked Valoran.

If it is said that after experiencing the Xuege Fortress, Wu Wenxu is determined and almost no longer has flaws, but behind the almost two words, there is still the shadow of the Wind Sword Hero Yasuo.

"Tick!"

The rough hemp rope soaked in blood dripped a drop of red blood, and the blood splashed on the ground and burst to Wu Wenxu's feet, Wu Wenxu had seen many miserable pictures, but when he saw this drop of blood, his pores stood upside down.

Wu Wenxu didn't dare to look at Yasuo who was nailed to the earthen wall, let alone be touched by this drop of blood, he had never found that a drop of blood would be so heavy, the weight of his soul was pressed in the blood droplet, it seemed to be pulled by Wu Wenxu's fear, and it quickly seeped into Wu Wenxu's feet along the dark ground, without stopping.

'You have betrayed me! ’

A familiar word suddenly appeared in his ears, and it seemed to come from the heart, causing Wu Wenxu's eyes to burst into Venus, unable to move, allowing the drop of magically exhausted blood to entangle his feet.

Just a tiny burst of blood, seeping into Wu Wenxu's boots, every pore felt bloody thick, such an unbearable smell of blood, accompanied by the cold north wind and scorched black smoke, smoked Wu Wenxu's body.

"Ahem!"

Wu Wenxu choked his throat and coughed unbearably, until a lot of tears choked out, Wu Wenxu wiped the saliva from his lips with difficulty, and said desperately: "Sixteen brothers, I didn't betray you." ”

Yasuo's eyes were closed and he didn't move.

A few more drops of blood rolled around the broken blade, as if mocking the hypocrisy of the lord, and the voice for no reason lingered in Wu Wenxu's ears again, indifferent and cold: "Hehe, didn't betray me?" Let me ask you, who asked you to help you cut the throat of the North Continent in the name of brotherhood, and who asked me to help you defend against the thousands of troops of the fortress of Xuege in the name of brotherhood! ”

Wu Wenxu closed his mouth lonely, unable to answer the soul-destroying and hurried voice.

In fact, that aggressive question said that it was the voice of the heart that he had never dared to face, so after that, even if he released the ruthless words to destroy Noxus, what would it be?

The sixteen brothers died, and people cannot be resurrected after death, after all, he died because of himself.

'Stop talking?' ’

The voice of disdain and mockery gradually lengthened in tone, and suddenly turned into the sharpest roar: 'It's you! It's Wu Wenxu, the source of your sin, you know that I, Yasuo, will help you without hesitation for the sake of morality, you have planned it a long time ago, despicable villain, it was you who killed me! ’

"I didn't!"

Wu Wenxu stomped his feet in horror, trying to kick away the oozing blood and the angry shouts in his ears, but the blood droplets were very small, each drop stuck to his boots, and then there was an even stronger smell of blood and burnt that could not be expelled.

Wu Wenxu covered his ears and burst into tears.

Yasuo still hung quietly on the wall, the sword hero who sacrificed for himself, with his beloved sword in his throat, was so visually shocking, falling in Wu Wenxu's frightened eyes, more cruel than the harshest torture in hell, Wu Wenxu saw his heart like a knife, but he didn't stretch out his hand and hug Yasuo's courage.

He felt guilty for Yasuo, and he hated his own weakness.

'You don't? Hahaha, then don't look away, look at me, and use your sinister eyes to see how exactly I died! ’

The voice echoing in his ears became poignant, and every word was like a sharp knife, piercing Wu Wenxu's body fiercely, Wu Wenxu's mind was unstable, and he actually puffed out a mouthful of blood.

"Flutter!"

The blood was a little black, a stagnant bruise in the veins, splashed on the Wind Blade, ugly and sticky clinging, and immediately merged with Yasuo's throat, forming a nightmarish cycle, like an eye, rolling back to his feet!

"Ahem, ahem!" Wu Wenxu's whole person couldn't stop losing his strength, his knees were weak, he knelt on the ground, he was kneeling at Yasuo's feet, raising his head, in his violently flickering eyes, there was no change in the resolute and well-defined cheeks of the Wind Sword Hao, only the more and more poignant whispers in his ears.

'I died for you, and what did you do for me?' ’

'You call yourself Lord Diablo? Hehehe, despicable villain, your men, your friends, one day will see through your ugly face, you don't deserve to be a lord at all, in other words, you don't deserve to have friends, because ......'

'Only by death can you atone for your sins!' ’

The last sentence completely smashed Wu Wenxu's last psychological defense.

"Flutter!"

Wu Wenxu did not wipe the black blood from his lips, but muttered to himself: "Only by dying, can I atone for my sins?" ”

His voice no longer had an aura, like a ghost wandering on the edge of the underworld, his eyes glazed over, his dark pupils were greasy and dark, and he could not emit any brilliance.

'Good boy, as long as you die, I will forgive you. ’

There was a faint evil meaning in that voice, the magic voice whispered, following the good temptation, constantly destroying Wu Wenxu's will, under the magic sound, Wu Wenxu was like an empty shell that had lost his soul, and he was losing himself in the dark.

"Okay, then, I'll die......"

Wu Wenxu shook his feet and slowly walked to Yasuo's side, he stared at the Wind Sword Hao, his eyes were gray, until he stopped a foot in front of Yasuo, and began to touch the Wind Broken Blade.

'Why stop?' Wu Wenxu, you're afraid of death! ’

Wu Wenxu's palm holding the hilt of the Swift Wind Broken Blade did stop, in fact, Wu Wenxu's mind was still covered with boundless darkness, he was trying to pull out the Swift Wind Blade from Yasuo's throat, and he was about to stab the Broken Sword into his heart.

But he couldn't pull out the Blade of the Wind!

'Damn, what's going on!' ’

The sharp voice scolded angrily, it could see that the man was trying to draw the sword, but it didn't know what was wrong with the damn broken sword, it was the first time it encountered such a problem, and it couldn't do anything, so it had to use witty words and say more words to provoke Wu Wenxu to die.

Pull it out, draw your sword, and stab it neatly into the heart!

The blade of the wind sword poked into the earthen wall, connected to the flesh and blood of the wind sword hero Yasuo, this slender and ordinary looking broken sword, as if it had taken root, no matter how hard Wu Wenxu tried, he couldn't pull it out, but because of the force, the knuckles became miserable white, and his palms were red.

"Whew!"

The hilt of the sword was inexplicable, and a sudden gust of wind surged up, and the invisible wind blade was merciless, easily cutting through Wu Wenxu's flesh and blood, it resisted the man's contact, or rather, it was unwilling to be pulled up by him.

"Shhh

Every cut of the wind blade was like chopping his hand when chopping vegetables, Wu Wenxu's ten fingers were cut seven or eight bloody wounds, and the blood couldn't stop oozing out from the huge crack, which made Wu Wenxu gasp in pain.

The wind blade cut not only Wu Wenxu's ten fingers, but also the desperate and boundless darkness that blindfolded his eyes.

Wu Wenxu came to his senses in an instant, and when he saw his palms holding the Wind Blade, he couldn't help but feel a little creepy when he recalled what he had just done.

The Wind Blade emitted a light blue shimmer, peaceful and elegant, and under the shimmer of light, the weight of Yasuo's corpse in his heart seemed to weaken a lot.

Fear and weakness became shallow under the calm light, as if they were silently telling something, and the light did not have any connection with the word sacred, and fell in Wu Wenxu's eyes, so that in his heart, he felt that he had received some kind of redemption.

Sixteen brothers, are you willing to forgive yourself?

Wu Wenxu blinked, his gray pupils were as deep as the universe, and his superb eyes condensed into a light blue shimmer, relying on each other, Wu Wenxu stretched out his hand, as if he couldn't see the body of the Wind Sword Hao, but held the Wind Blade again.

'I have wandered the world, but I have not lost my heart. ’

Wu Wenxu wasn't sure if there were auditory hallucinations in his ears again, but the sound was completely different from the previous noise, it was very calm, with a faint sense of zen in the calm, and there was no intention to blame himself.

It's tolerance.

The lord drew the Wind Breaker.

Hundreds of hurricanes began to circulate at the edge of the sword.

The man with long brown hair fell apart, like weathered sand.

In the blink of an eye, the smoke vanished......

Tomorrow is safe, no one can be cloudy.

And go with the wind, a few meteors behind you.

Calm and chic calm, that is the real Wind Sword Hero Yasuo!

"Very eloquent, now, it's time for us to settle the score."

Wu Wenxu lowered his arm coldly, the stinging pain in his ten fingers became minimal, and in his right hand, the wind blade hurricane roared, and the hundreds of winds were like a beast of desolation, tearing violently, sweeping the locked direction, and it was a black shadow that was exposed!

(End of chapter)