The Orb of Destiny carries the power of Ahri's three hundred years of primordial gods, and half of the soul of the dementor in three hundred years is Ahri's condensation into fire, with the demonic fox fire of the resentment of the dead soul and the power of the demon, which can easily burn the sword into molten iron, and has the ability to invade the soul.

"Boom!"

Yasuo knelt on one knee, his long brown hair hanging down with one hand holding the snow hard, the demonic fox fire burning on his body had not yet been extinguished, although the sharp wind shook away many demonic fires, and the corners of his clothes were scorched, almost to the point where he could not be ashamed.

"Whoa!"

Like a waterfall pouring down from a high mountain, two earth-shattering chains, like a poisonous snake, jumped out, wrapped around Yasuo's neck in the blink of an eye, three layers inside, three layers outside, the cold chains seemed to be indestructible, allowing Yasuo's cheeks to flush and tighten the iron locks, but instead the chains sank deeper and deeper, strangled the neck of the Wind Sword Hero to bruise, and soon, his face turned even redder.

"If you have any tricks, let's use them as soon as possible."

Rengar lifted his claws and wiped the damp sweat from the white hair on his cheeks, he carried it tightly, and the long hair immediately squeezed out wet droplets like a white mop dragging across the floor, sticking to the palm of his hand, Rengar waved his hand, relieved.

The Wind Sword Hero is indeed powerful, and it takes four heroes to join forces to subdue it, don't look at Yasuo's half-kneeling on the ground with weakness, in fact, everyone cooperates, it should be a thousand shots, interlocking, as long as one ring goes wrong, Yasuo will be caught by the horse's feet, as for the consequences, it is self-evident.

Thinking of Yasuo's powerful aura and the danger that forced everyone to fall into, Rengar's mind turned, and his calm eyes couldn't tell right from wrong, good or evil, but he lowered his head and secretly rubbed the back of the knife.

"It's a worthwhile trip to fight the legendary Sarco Joker."

Yasuo laughed roughly, the chain around his neck seemed to deepen a little, and his laughter quickly turned into a rough gasp, Yasuo tried to cut the chain with the wind, but the wind slashed towards the chain, leaving only countless small marks, two chains wrapped around six times, and it was firmly on his neck.

"Don't struggle anymore."

The Shadow of the Blade had been helped to his feet by Ezreal, and he shook off the great explorer's hand and stared at the once invincible man with a complicated expression.

Having fought Sacco several times, Tyrone knew very well that Sacco's chains, although condensed by magic, were different from ordinary magical skills.

Because there is something in his magic that ordinary people do not have.

Its name is resentment!

Resentment, resentment, resentment.

It's hard to imagine that such a negativity, despair of falling into the abyss could manifest itself in one person, or even in magic, and Tyrone believes that Sacco must have a troubled past that has created Valoran's murderous demon clown, as well as his magic resentment.

The greater his resentment, the stronger his magic became, and now, from Sacco's venomous eyes, you could see how much hatred he had for the world!

The demon clown was very satisfied with his masterpiece, the ghostly shadow swept through the snow, rushed into the hurricane, he leaned over Yasuo's ear, and said in an unusually low voice: "Yasuo, don't try to get in my way, if you struggle again, I may really kill you." ”

As he spoke, the scarlet tongue licked Yasuo's face, leaving a damp saliva, as if ready to eat the long-coveted prey, and the hearts of the people were furious.

Feeling that the chain around his neck did not move further, Yasuo finally had a chance to breathe, he turned his head, just aimed at Sacco's resentful eyes, Yasuo said calmly: "It's difficult to do, if you inherit the kindness of others, you have to do things well, be worthy of my wine, and be worthy of my heart, do whatever you want, is not inferior to Master Yi's way of the wind." ”

"Master Yi knows that you are the one who disobeys this mission, will he kill the killer? Don't forget, now we are acting as a war college, you haven't quit the League of Legends, the war college and the alliance have always been one, and if you don't come to your senses, we will judge you as the ruler of the alliance. ”

"It's hard to imagine that the words of admonishment to others to get lost will come from your mouth, hehe, the contemptible advice is very appreciated, and if possible, I would like to stop it."

"Ka!" Yasuo's pupils contracted suddenly, and Sacco clenched the chains with both hands, and the two chains emitted a faint white magic, which tended to deepen, catering to Yasuo's greater pain.

"Hee-hee-hee, don't be mistaken."

Sacco turned around resentfully, his feet leaping and limping, and his funny high boots kept stepping on the frozen ground and stepping on many gray and black snowflakes, as if stepping on the wind that gathered on the frozen ground.

He held the chains in his hand, and without looking back, the Wind Sword Hao was wrapped around his neck and jumped up and down with his crazy movements, flew into the air, and fell into the earth again, and soon, seven or eight snow pits of different shades appeared on the ground, and I don't know how many bones Yasuo had broken.

"Give you one last chance, stop, or ......"

"Death?!" Sacco clown turned his head suddenly, and the dark green light revealed a hideous light that was even more terrifying than a ghost!

It wasn't until today that Rengar and others discovered that the demon clown Sacco was so unfathomable.

Ahri's phoenix eyes were tactful, Shi Shiran walked towards the silent man, and his delicate white and tender little hand patted the gray-faced Swift Wind Sword Hao, and said angrily: "Lord Yasuo, the slave family is really scared." ”

"Boom!"

The nine-tailed demon fox withdrew her hand indifferently, and then looked at the head buried in the crack pit, her heart was full of the pleasure of revenge, she was too afraid of the strength of the wind sword, and the special perception of the demon clan made her deeply understand that if she didn't give a man a fatal blow, she was likely to suffer.

Reingar looked at the man with his head buried in the pit with pity, and hesitated, "Are you really going to kill him?" He belonged to the league after all. ”

He thought for a while, recalled the powerful magic that the man inadvertently displayed, and suddenly changed his words, and said with deep meaning: "Resist the bombardment of five magic cannons by burning the blood in the body, Yasuo played it back before he died, I believe you have all heard of it, half a year ago in the Hokuriku throat incident, he was indeed dead, even if he is let die again today, we must find out the secret of his body, perhaps, it is closely related to breaking through this mist." ”

Rengar twisted the hair of the Wind Sword Hao and pulled him up: "It is urgent to seal the 'Death Realm', and all conspiracies must be nipped in the bud. ”

The moment the word death came out, the atmosphere became subtle.

Unbeknownst to everyone, a faint gust of wind swept through the sound of breathing, and Reingar grabbed Yasuo's claws and loosened them, and a pair of beast eyes turned white.

It was lifeless, dead white.

"Boom!"

The proud pursuer faced the ground and fell heavily, splashing scattered snow, and the bright red blood in the snow seemed to burn the world.

"Since your purpose is to prevent the 'Dead Realm' from opening, the despicable can only cut down the grass and eradicate the roots."

Yasuo held the sheath in his left hand and a four-foot-two-inch sword in his right hand.

The sword of the wind is finally drawn!

(End of chapter)