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A young man in green clothes clenched the knife in his hand and looked at several approaching enemies.

“TONG！”

The young man shouted, and with his right foot, he pointed out the dragon scale knife and cut off the head of the invading soldier from left to right.

The blade had a faint visible air current, and before it had even touched the opponent's skin, the blade had been dyed red.

"Whew" broke the wind, the head broke away from the body and rolled to the ground, the blood slipped from the dragon scale knife, and the young man retracted the knife at a very fast speed and set up the dragon scale knife on the bow of his eyebrows.

At this time, the dojo was already stained red by the blood of disciples and invaders, and it was so damaged that there were corpses and fallen swords lying on the bluestone slabs.

Some of the beginner disciples were killed by the battle-hardened Noxians, while the advanced disciples were protecting the important people in the dojo.

"The ...... of the Abominable Noxus"

The youth's gaze shifted from the dragon scale knife to the noxian soldier slowly approaching in front of him.

"Buzz ......"

The waist-length hair behind his head fluttered with the wind gathering under his feet, and the green shirt was filled with blue airflow, the hair was scattered, and his clothes were shaking, and the light blue wind blew up the dust under his feet, and everything was in a trance, except for the ink eyes with endless anger.

The tornado turned from blue to gray and expanded until it connected with the sky.

The Noxus soldiers who were fighting the disciples of the Sword Sect couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when they saw the small tornado not far from them, and then more soldiers ran towards the tornado.

"Ahh

The soldiers brandished axes and spears and went straight to the young man in the tornado, and arrived at the island nation without an army, thinking that it would be easy to destroy the country, but the perverted combat power of some Ionians has caused Noxus to be mired in this war.

“HA，SA，KI！”

The young man shouted an ancient dialect, and as soon as the shout fell, the gathered tornado centered on him was instantly squeezed into a circular qi slash when the dragon scale knife came out in a ring.

The wind buried their snorts, tore their sight to pieces, and their feet were empty, and the Noxians were horrified to find themselves blown into the sky by the violent wind.

Already regretted it, because they knew that life was gone.

The figure in the storm suddenly disappeared in a trance, appeared in the sky, brandished the dragon scale knife in his hand, and every time he slashed at the Noxians who rose into the air, each time he appeared next to another enemy!

“TONG，LIE，KAI，TONG！”

Wind Strike!

The young man swung his dragon scale knife and slashed down in the middle of the storm!

"Bang!"

The dragon scale knife smashed to the ground, and from the blade, a large number of green bricks cracked and collapsed.

The dense web of the storm burst and dissipated, and the corpses covered in devastated sword marks fell one after another under the cracked green bricks.

"Be buried by the wind!"

The dragon scale knife quickly retracted the blue light and flashed, and the long hair on the back of the young man's head fell under the green shirt on his back, returning to calm.

"Now, there's you!"

The young man's eyes narrowed, and he ran towards the Noxian soldiers who had stayed with his disciples.

It is worthy of being the most potential and powerful disciple in this dojo, and the power of the Wind Resisting Sword Technique has shocked the fellow disciples including the Wind Dojo, this is the real powerhouse.

The waist-length hair fluttered again with the run, and the grim-faced man in the green shirt, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt of the knife in his right hand, ran towards the enemy in his eyes with the wind under his feet.

Seeing the young man wrapped in the blue wind, the Noxian soldiers couldn't help but panic, and even forgot about the enemy beside them, and those dojo disciples also retreated as they looked at the raging hurricane.

The green shirt is pulling, the waist rope is trembling, pulling together, it is the disciples of the dojo, the hope in their hearts, and the noxian soldiers are trembling together, the despair in their hearts.

Holding the sheath and handle of the dragon scale knife, the young man flashed towards the few soldiers who were trembling and setting up the long axe, the shadow of the green shirt flashed away, passed through the first person, and came to the center of several soldiers, the figure swirled, and the dragon scale knife quickly came out of the sheath with the swing of the body to make a circular slash, and the wind also came.

"Humph!"

The dragon scale knife blessed by the sword technique of the wind easily sliced through their skin, flesh and waist, and the wind followed the blade into their bodies to disrupt their qi and blood.

"Poof, poof, poof......"

A few snorts erupted without intervals, and the young man easily and quickly completed the circular slash, glaring at one foot and flashing towards another group of soldiers.

The young man did not even look back, because he was convinced that they had already been killed by his own sword.

The last bit of residual wind disappeared, several soldiers blinked subconsciously, their throats were sweet, a stream of liquid gushed in, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and they fell to the ground one after another.

The red dyed red bricks sprayed in a ring shape, the liquid penetrates the cracks, and the back of the green shirt attracts everyone's attention.

Awe, admiration, envy, worship.

Hatred, fear, helplessness, despair.

Holding a dragon scale knife in his right hand, a scabbard in his left hand, a dragon scale armor on his left shoulder, black hair floating behind him, and a cyan figure that kills with the wind.

Although it is killing, it is like a dance in the wind.

A disciple wearing a green dojo shirt with inky eyes staring closely at the man who seemed to be dancing in the wind.

The handsome face makes no secret of adoration and obsession, or is that the real sword art of resisting the wind?

So, is it the wind?

Senior Brother Yasuo, he is indeed a man who can resist the wind.

Light String clenched his fists as he watched Yasuo, who was slashing at the Noxus soldiers.

Me, too!

…………

Light Strings could no longer see the dancing wind, the dojo was already so embarrassed, blood flowing on the blue brick floor soaked his shoes and feet, and the smell of rust stimulated his taste buds.

Flesh, swords, death, and trembling became the main theme after the battle ended, and these surviving dojo disciples stood dumbfounded, looking at the sun that had passed noon.

The Noxians retreated, and although this attack was huge and had invested a lot of combat power, it would not cause a lot of damage to the Wind Dojo.

Packing up and calming down, Light String flicked his sword, and a tired smile hung on his lips as the footsteps of the Noxians retreated and ran faded away.

Suddenly, he vaguely heard the roar of a person in the inner courtyard of the dojo, and Qingxian's face changed, and he followed his fellow disciples who had already started to move to the inner courtyard.

…………

There were many disciples and elders gathered in the inner courtyard, most of them were tired from the bright red face of the battle, and at this moment, the focus of their eyes was on the man with a corpse beside him.

"I am willing, and I am responsible for my mistakes."

Yasuo looked at his master and bowed his proud head, his tone full of self-reproach.

Light String didn't understand why Senior Brother Yasuo did this, nor did he understand why Master's eyes were full of anger.

"Responsible, Yasuo, don't you think your words are so ridiculous, the elder has been killed."

The master roared angrily, and everyone looked at this old man, who usually looked like an ancient well, but now he was so out of control.

Listening to Master's words, Yasuo buried his head lower, and his black hair hung down to hide his cold face, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

"Say, what is the task I have given you?"

Master watched as Yasuo lowered his usually proud head, and his tone was a little softer than before, but it was still a roar.

"Master, let me protect and protect ...... Elder ......"

Yasuo's voice grew smaller and quieter, knowing that he was slurring at the end.

"And what about your protection, what about your promise, I will ask you, where were you when the elder was killed!"

Master's questioning voice forced Yasuo to tremble and remain silent.

Light String glanced at everyone present, some gloating, some sad, and many more incredulous.

Could it be that Brother Yasuo didn't protect the elders, but fought against us privately?

Presumably, the face blocked by long hair is self-blame and shame......

Light String, who learned the ins and outs, thought.

Looking at the dead elder again, I couldn't see his face, I couldn't make out who he was, the corpse's clothes looked as if it had been ravaged by a storm, and there was a huge wound on his chest that was visible to the naked eye that pierced the entire ribcage, as if it had been swept across by a huge sword.

However, the blood splattered on the green bricks more than ten meters away, as if it had been killed by the wind......

Wait a minute...... Wind Slash!