Wind Sword Hao, draw your sword!

Born for the sword, died for the sword.

An ordinary wooden scabbard, wrapped Yasuo's long sword, and then with a tattered wooden scabbard, three moves forced Ezreal to death, hard to resist the silver dragon's rulings without leaving a trace, the only explanation is that the Wind Sword Hao, attached his magic to the scabbard.

In other words, Yasuo has fought with everyone so far, and it can almost be called a bare-handed fight!

"I always thought he didn't have a sword in his scabbard." Tyrone said speechlessly, he covered his chest cavity and used simple magic healing methods to suppress the liver that was about to suffer internal injuries because of the shock.

If there is a sword, how can it be beaten by everyone so that he is willing to draw the sword?

Isn't he afraid of death?

"White Lion!"

As a half-orc, Ahri naturally won't be as unkind as Tyrone, and take a step back and say, if Yasuo was caught off guard and killed Rengar with a sword in his sheath, who would be able to survive everyone?!

As the initiator of the whole thing, Yasuo was calmly stroking the back of the sword, and the four-foot-two-inch long thin sword was blackened all over, and it was so black that it seemed that even light could swallow it, and it was exposed in the white snow, like a black night.

Yasuo felt the tip of the sword from the hilt, and he was not afraid of being scratched by the blade, and he flicked, knocked, pinched, and struck at the black and terrifying long sword, unhurriedly, up and down twenty times.

The strange and evil long sword constantly emitted a low and long echo, and when it came to the ears, it seemed to be the sound of a person's desperate screams, continuous and terrifying.

The Wind Sword weighed it for a while, and suddenly sighed.

He waved the black sword at will, his face was ancient, he couldn't say whether he was lost or happy, in the air, there was a sudden wind of dark substance, those winds swirled out, and suddenly they were entangled with the ice and snow, in a dark and deep wind, everyone even saw the flickering black skeletons and the unjust souls with fangs and claws, their eyes widened, and they took a breath fiercely.

The long sword in Yasuo's hand, how many lives have been harvested!

"It's not a last resort, I really don't want to use you."

Yasuo's sigh turned into a long sigh, the black sword brushed the neck of the proud pursuer, not a drop of blood, he stared at the sword and said to himself: "As a new fellow, you are very unreasonable, just a sword, in exchange for my old fellow, Rengar's head should fly into the air, instead of a bloody mark on the neck, or do you think the contemptible is not worthy to be your sword master?" ”

The long roar of the black sword twilight, the thousands of dead souls in the wind whispered in unison, as if mocking the weakness of the Wind Sword Hero, and the evil spirits in the wind swept over Yasuo's body from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally, as if testing his truth.

Yasuo smiled calmly: "If you want to die, it is as easy as a hand. ”

He lifted the sword and did not continue to torture the unconscious Rengar, but plunged the black sword into the ground, and the black slender sword, before it got close to the frozen ground, it shot out a pitch-black blast of wind, piercing into the ground, that evil wind was surging, as if it had the ability of a tenth-order demon master!

A sword, it has caught up with people to refine for decades, and even surpassed the threshold that countless magicians could not cross in their lifetimes, its existence is enough to make any madness, it is a well-deserved artifact!

The black sword suddenly jumped into the ground, and I don't know how deep it was a few hundred meters, and the black wind dancing in the air was like a smoke from ants entering the nest and poured into the sword hole, and the soul was scattered, except for the sword hole that looked insignificant, the black and terrifying black sword was actually lost.

Yasuo looked at the sword hole with a smile, and his right hand was still in the posture of holding the black sword, not only Yasuo, everyone was dumbfounded, the psychic divine soldiers, only a few hidden in the unfathomable armories of various countries, and they were also careful to take care of the ancestral tomb, even if the strongest organization in the Land of Runeterra, the strong in the League of Legends, rarely could witness the demeanor of the divine soldiers.

Yasuo came back to his senses, staring at the black sword that was angry in the depths of the ground under the sword hole, and felt more and more funny, he said helplessly: "There is time to make trouble with the contemptible people, why don't you help them all behead, there is no one around, you and I can be different." ”

Yasuo's long sword is out of the sheath, and what is hidden in the sheath is still a peerless and rare divine weapon?

This news was a few breaths ago for everyone, it was a catastrophe, but the contrast between the before and after the sword made Ahri laugh in her heart, she thought to herself that God helped her kill the terrifying man, such a God-given opportunity, must be cherished!

"Don't be in a daze, restrain him! All the magic skills of the bottom box, as many as you want, wait for Yasuo to convince that magic weapon, none of us can run! Ahri sighed in a coquettish voice, and the beautiful beauty of the country and the city was full of cruelty, and she covered her delicate cheeks with red sleeves, and the fragrance in her long sleeves danced secretly.

"Enchantment!"

Ahri's red sleeves rippled down, revealing both sides of the jade face, three dark white demon marks cracked out of thin air, which was a symbol of the unsealing of the demonic power, her soul-seducing phoenix eyes, actually gushed into a pink color, scorching but charming eyes full of charm, just as she was pampered and pity, still holding the pipa and half covering her face out of the sleeves.

No one thought that her alluring dance posture hidden murderous intentions, natural, unpredictable movements, her sleeve blinked out of a pink heart-like beam, the heart-like magic undoubtedly hit Yasuo, without any mistakes, completely trapped in Yasuo's heart.

The Wind Sword Hero didn't have time to be stunned, he found that his body, under this bewitching magic skill, was completely out of control!

No matter how much his heart stopped, his body still betrayed him, Yasuo's eyes gradually misted, as if an obsessed man was chasing his lover, towards the amorous and shy Ahri, sluggishly drooping his arms, and his pace was extremely slow.

"Can't let him go."

The first moment Yasuo entered the state of obsession, before Ahri could perform the next fatal blow, the demon clown had already kicked his slender legs, and suddenly the illusion was behind the Wind Sword Hao, and a green dagger was inserted in the eight fingers of Sacco's palms, unintentionally dripping in the snow, snorting and splashing a pungent corrosive smell, which was highly poisonous!

"Eat another blow from the old lady, deceive the orb!"

Eight poisonous daggers were mercilessly plunged into Yasuo's neck, the venom rotted the flesh, and the air was filled with a pungent smell like biochemical barbecue, and then Ahri's orb of fate turned into a pure and terrifying dark blue ball, passing through the chest of the Wind Sword Hao, swinging a slender demon tail, and then swinging back along his chest.

The fleeting deception magic technique didn't seem to have caused damage to Yasuo, and then the pure deadly demonic power, along the internal organs of the Wind Sword Hao, had already passed all over the body, and the ruthless magic technique didn't know how many tendons and veins in Yasuo's body were broken.

At the same time as Ahri cast the deception orb, the three demon fox fires also burned violently on the man's body, Ahri did not stop, she raised her white and delicate little feet, hot and delicate body, and suddenly completed an invisible displacement in mid-air, with the momentum of thunder, more destruction fox fire flew out of the body, burning on the man's body.

It can be seen that Yasuo has an amazing body that resists independently of the wind, and the defense power can be called a drop of water, and the flames are even more fierce in the three mysterious displacements of Ahri, no matter how strong the wind is to protect the master, after all, they are not controlled by the will of the master, in the evil fox fire, Yasuo's skin is tending to ashes!

One-sided slaughter.

Sacco and Ahri went to war, Ezreal did not rush to inflict a fatal blow on Yasuo, he used a secret leap, and in the golden trajectory, Rengar, who fell to the ground unconscious, appeared in Ezreal's arms, and the great explorer carried the heavy white lion and quickly left the battlefield, and if it was too late, he would suffer.

"Wind Sword Hao, go to hell, don't blame me for taking advantage of people's danger."

The flying venom and the dark blue flames floated out a cold whisper.

In the sharp eyes of the crimson neck, there was a breath of cold edge, and in an instant, the air was sprinkled with crimson blood, and they fluttered like a tragic song, passing over the fallen flag in the twilight, and playing music among the thousands of corpses......

The heart was beating violently, and the blade covered his chest with an ugly face, he really hadn't tasted the taste of his heart beating for a long time, that sonorous rhythm, that kind of vigor, made Tyrone feel that he had something else worth hugging besides hugging the corpse.

But the one who gave his heart a beat, the cold silver dragon ruling, was inserted into his calm heart.

Tyrone wondered, his long-chased wish dream came true, why didn't he feel happy at all?

And, something like happiness needs to appear in my Blade Shadow?

Tyrone shook his head after all, his hand was faster than the knife, so it was very steady, but at this moment, Tyrone's right palm clenching the Blade of Judgment was trembling slightly, because of the slight trembling, like the last straw that crushed the camel, Yasuo's ruptured blood suddenly gushed out of the ruptured veins, rendering silver, and splashing a lot on the face of the Blade Shadow, making his eyes completely red.

Tyrone's eyes widened, just trying to look at the dead Yasuo, and he became sluggish, so sluggish that he forgot to expel the blood that had attached to his eyeballs.

To tell the truth, this blood is very obstructive to his vision, and it is also very annoying, looking at the world through the blood, the world is covered with a strong and solemn color, he stared blankly, as if he had forgotten the time, and suddenly, the blade stuck out his tongue and licked the two drops of blood that burst on the right side of the person.

At the age of five, he drank blood and cannibalized human flesh, Blade knew the taste of human flesh and the taste of blood, and for some reason, Yasuo's blood stirred up the disgusting past in Tyrone's heart, the painful memories that had been sealed in the dust and had been trying to forget.

"Phew!"

Tyrone spat at the star, which was completely scarlet, and Ahri looked at the shadow of the blade, only to find that his cheek was bloodless, as if he had spit out a mouthful of spit, draining all the blood from his body.

Tyrone, became miserable.

His steady legs staggered for some reason, he retreated in a panic, a pair of dark eyes jumped extremely violently, he moved his mouth with difficulty, and said in horror: "Blood is fake, and flesh is fake." ”

"Tyrone, you're smart."

The man who knelt on his knees, lowered his head, his lips were pale because of blood loss, and he curled up in an inexplicable arc, and Yasuo, the sword hero of the wind, suddenly opened his eyes!

(You won't know that this chapter was written on your phone while shopping, snickering)

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