There are people who chase strength to protect their love. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere are people who already have great power, but they don't know what to protect.

Irelia practiced in the Sword Pavilion, and the heirloom sword was spotlessly polished.

The blade of the sword rose and fell slightly with her breath, as if it had come to life.

However, the swinging tip of the sword could not be fixed in one direction, just as she had not yet found a target in her mind to fight.

Why fight? The answer to this question is from the day Irelia receives the family's kendo inheritance - to fight, to fight for glory, to fight to protect Ionia.

However, where did the battle come from in this Sword Pavilion, she was not a hero, how could Ionia protect it?

A month after the outbreak of the war, the capital of Presidium was in danger, and the entire southern province of Nawel was occupied by the Imperial Army.

To this day, the Ionian Leader Temple still pins its hopes on the good offices of the Peace Council of the War College.

And just this morning, on the territory of Ionia, the War College signed a peace agreement with Noxus. The investigation team declared that Valoran was still in an era of peace, characterized the war as a skirmish, and hoped that the two countries would resolve it amicably by diplomatic means.

Irelia stood on the top floor of the Sword Pavilion, and the city below was as bustling as ever. In the distance, the giant platform of Presidium is like a long dragon, and the guards led by his brother Zelos are holding out day and night.

Not more than a few miles away, there was a Noxian army under the pressure of black.

Several elite cavalry regiments, hoplite clusters, more than 100 artillery pieces, and more and more large siege equipment. These have become defense needs in the mouths of the imperial people.

But what are they defending against in someone else's land?

The intervention of the War College may be the next step, and the war may continue in the form of a League of Legends match. But even so, Irelia, who has no hero, doesn't even have a chance to participate.

Ionia, I love this land so much.

Hehe, but I don't even have the qualifications to protect you.

……

Riven leaned on her greatsword, unconcerned about the dust on it.

Recently, she was rewarded for her outstanding performance and became an honorable lieutenant squad leader. During several repressions against the Ionian rebels, her runic broadsword was unstoppable, and as soon as she appeared, the wave of resistance was immediately suppressed.

However, the sword was never stained with blood, but was covered with dust from the ruins of war.

Finishing her day's work, she walked aimlessly through the deserted streets.

A woman's cry was heard from the corner, panicked and helpless. There is also a man's smug smile, arrogant and wanton.

Two mobs were pinning a woman into the rubble, and the woman had no strength to resist. Her face was beautiful but colorless, pale as paper with fear and weakness. Her weakened body can also be seen to have experienced a long period of hunger, but in the end, her young body still shows youthful vitality.

The sound of clothes being torn kept ringing, and the men's excited laughter grew louder and more rampant.

Rui Wen has always regarded these "mobs" as objects of sympathy, but this kind of bullying of her own compatriots is obviously not within the scope of her sympathy.

"Let go of your hands, or leave your lives alone."

Rui Wen only said one word, and the rune broadsword let out a roar.

When the two men saw the woman in the Imperial uniform, there was a hint of disdain in their eyes.

"You'd better not be nosy, just a little captain, you don't have the qualifications to dictate to our brothers." The two only glanced at Rui Wen and continued their evil deeds.

This sentence made Rui Wen slightly stunned, she was still a little hesitant to kill civilians, but now she doesn't have to.

Boom.

With a swing of the giant sword, the man who pounced on the woman was knocked to the wall, his spine broken from his waist, and he collapsed there and saw that he could not survive.

The rest of the people were stunned, watched Rui Wen walk step by step, and opened his mouth to shout, "You...... You can't kill me. We are Imperial soldiers, military uniforms, and our military uniforms are hidden over there. ”

As he spoke, he ran forward as hard as he could, rummaging through a pile of rubble. The military uniform, which was the same as that of the woman with the sword, had become a life-saving talisman in his heart at this moment.

"The uniform represents the glory of the soldiers, you ...... Hmph, not worthy. ”

Riven's sword landed on the man's back, slamming him into a pile of rubble, blood splattering everywhere.

She frowned, wiping her broadsword for the first time. Because, she felt that the blood was too dirty.

Rui Wen passed by the woman with her sword in her hand, and when she saw that she seemed to be about to speak, she quickly quickened her pace.

Behind, the woman's cold voice came: "Invader, do you think I want to thank you?" Hehe, do you think you're worthy? ”

Rui Wen was abused like this and never said a word. She thinks in her heart that there is no need for the slightest guilt for soldiers about war or even aggression, but is everything that happens here a war?

"I swore allegiance to the Empire, but I want to know what I'm going to fight for?"

……

Yi lifted his sword and climbed into the cave on the Sword Forge Peak again.

Dozens of meters deeper, he stood where he had found the strange blindfold last time, and after a moment of hesitation, pressed the mechanism on it.

The whole cave shook, and the magical energy poured in from the bottomless cavern, mysterious and palpitating.

"Don't be afraid of the unknown. It may make me stronger. ”

Yi Nian snorted, and finally walked over step by step.

It was completely dark, and he didn't know how long he had walked, up or down.

Maybe it's down. Because of the breath ahead, it is becoming more and more like hell.

"But what about hell, as long as it can make me strong, I am willing to be the devil." Yi's eyes resurfaced the scene of many Sword Casting Village villagers dying at the foot of the mountain that day, and his heart roared.

Yi is an orphan who once studied art with Master Rito, lived with a pair of children of the master, and experienced a warm and short childhood.

Later, he was sent here, and once again he became alone. It was these simple mountain people who took him in and let him settle into life here. Because he has lost it, he cherishes it even more, in Yi's heart, Sword Casting Village is his second home, and everyone is his own relatives.

But the arrival of the Noxians deprived him of that belonging.

If you don't take revenge, life is better than death!

Yi quickened his determined pace and rushed towards a dark light in the darkness.

The light came from a long sword embedded in a boulder with strange words carved into it.

He couldn't understand any of those words, but there seemed to be a magic that deeply attracted his attention.

The sword in his hand trembled, as if he was issuing some kind of summoning, and he closed his eyes, and his spiritual power and sword intent fused together.

When he opened his eyes again, the strange words fluttered. The many pieces of lens on the eyecup divide them and rearrange them into new combinations.

Then, Yi suddenly understood.

"The sword is short and long, but the way is infinite. With tangible things, the method of deriving infinity is ...... This sword is this way, it is called ......"

"Infinite Kendo."

Yi whispered the name, and at that moment he concluded that this was the nameless sword path that he had melted into his blood and had inherited from the moment he was born.

When he was eight years old, Yi took a wooden sword to sharpen his swordsmanship foundation, stabbing and receiving, repeating the movements thousands of times. Suddenly, a voice in his heart told him: The sword is not used like this, and the real swordsmanship is ten thousand times more interesting and ten thousand times more powerful than this.

Yi happily told Master Rito about this discovery, and the Master was silent for a whole afternoon. The next day, he took back the wooden sword given to Yi and forbade him to continue practicing swordsmanship.

At the age of fifteen, driven by the daily voice in his heart, Yi finally used a sword move that he comprehended.

Big Brother Zeroos, who is recognized as a genius in swordsmanship, was defeated by that move, easily excited and uneasy.

On the same day, Rito expelled him.

Before leaving, Yi asked, "What is the name of the kendo I inherited?" ”

Rito was silent for a long time, and said indifferently: "I won't tell you, and you'd better never know." Otherwise, there will be no escape from your life's fate. ”

The master's words made Yi never understand, and the master's behavior made him even more incomprehensible to this day.

Master Rito wouldn't let me learn the sword, and wouldn't let me know the truth about Nameless Kendo. However, why did he send me to the Sword Casting Village, to the origin of this Infinite Sword Dao?

"Hehe, maybe it can really only be explained by fate. If it is fate, why should I escape? ”

Without hesitation, Yi grabbed the sword embedded in the boulder, feeling the throbbing buried in the cold touch.

"The way of the sword is infinite, and the sword inherits its way, also known as the infinite."

Infinite Sword!

The sword is in the hand, and it is easy to inherit the sword from the boulder inscription and the sword spirit to induce.

The spirit sword recognized the master, and Yi officially became the new successor of Wuji Kendo. The spirit sword trembled, and the soul imprints of the inheritors who had been left in the sword spirit realm poured into his mind one by one.

Twenty years, one hundred years, one thousand years, three thousand years, three thousand two hundred years.

This sword has been passed down for more than 3,000 years, and Wuji Kendo has been passed down for more than 3,000 years. Three thousand years, after generations of geniuses, just to pursue the limit of power, the infinite of swordsmanship.

Thousands of years of history melted into his heart like a tidal wave, but Yi's thoughts were already fixed on twenty years ago.

At this time, he finally understood many problems that had been bothering him for a long time. He finally knew why Rito had driven him away.

Hehe, Rito.

It turns out that this is indeed fate, but it is not my fate alone, it is also yours.

Haha, my name is Master Yi.

I have finally repaired my sword and repaired my way. But where are the people I want to protect?

"I, who else can I fight for?"