The sound of the impact between the steel blades echoed at the foot of the mountain, and at this time it was dozens of miles away from the Wind Dojo, and the escape continued, and the pursuit did not stop. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Traitor, don't be caught yet, put down the dragon scale knife in your hand, you don't deserve it!"

The disciples who were in hot pursuit surrounded Yasuo and shouted loudly.

“…………”

Yasomer was silent, just looked left and right at the people surrounding him, took a slight step forward with his right foot, and put his right hand on the hilt of the knife to take a stance.

"Do you think you can run away this time?"

A senior disciple stepped forward and pointed to the disciple who was heading behind him.

“…………”

Yasuo watched as he silently grasped the hilt of the knife with his right hand and lifted the scabbard with his left hand.

"I don't know whether I live or die, just rectify the Fa on the spot!"

In an instant, the disciples of the dojo who had already prepared to attack flashed towards Yasuo in the encirclement.

Yasuomo's eyes narrowed, and he quickly crouched down to dodge the sword blow to his throat, but the sword still took away a few strands of his hair, and before the disciples who were close to him could react to the next attack, they kicked all of them to the ground with a powerful whirling kick on the spot.

The disciples in this circle were kicked down by Yasuo, and the next wave of attacks poured into Yasuo like a drizzle of rain within half a breath.

Dodge, retreat, and then parry the blade of dragon scales perched on the arch of the brow with a sharp stabbing sword.

Yasuo stepped back step by step, his green shirt and hair dancing, and sparks splashed at the junction of a blade and countless blades.

One wave of attacks is blocked, the next wave of attacks is reversed, and the next attack can only be dodged in embarrassment.

In the face of Yasuo, who has been unable to attack for a long time, of course the disciples are very patient, because, even if he is the strongest disciple in the entire dojo and the only person who can control the Wind Resisting Sword Technique, he is just a person, not a god, as long as he continues like this, he will be tired and unable to fight.

And they also found out that Yasuo didn't use the Wind Resisting Sword Technique, could it be that he was too tired to use it?

Yasuo frowned, he didn't know that the sword slash had struck a hundred thousand times, and his right arm was already a little paralyzed with soreness, but his will was controlling his right arm.

In the face of so many people who wanted to die, Yasuo was deeply aware.

Can't go on like this......

The disciples who attacked Yasuo were surprised to find that Yasuo, who had seemed to be at the end of his strong bow, suddenly began to ease his attack with his dragon scale knife, and his clothes began to be blown by the green wind.

The dragon scale knife is also attached, and the terrifying power of the cyan wind is attached.

“HA，SA，KI！”

An ancient Ionian dialect that made their hearts tremble rang out from Yasuo's mouth, followed by the cyan tornado that was even more difficult to see.

"Ahhhh

The tornado screamed in horror, thinking that they would be torn apart by the wind like the scarecrow in the ashram, but when they fell to the ground, they found that only a little of their clothes were torn apart.

Some of the high-level disciples who were aware of it dodged the tornado's raging trajectory from both sides, and the cyan tornado gradually dissipated as it passed them.

"Ding, ding!"

Yasuo quickly raised the dragon scale knife that rested on the arch of his eyebrows, and then slashed from both sides.

Those disciples who were blown away by the tornado also quickly got up and continued to join the ranks of putting pressure on Yasuo.

Since this guy doesn't dare to kill, then let's kill it!

The tide of battle is back to where it was before the Tempest Slash was cast, and Yasuo is on the back foot again.

Useless...... If you do this, you will die here sooner or later.

I will not die with shame!

Suddenly, Yasuo jerked back a long distance, and the power of the wind of the Wind Resisting Sword Technique had gathered around him as he retreated.

Appearing in the distance of everyone, Yasuo placed the dragon scale knife behind his neck, and the cyan aura enveloped the blade, and the raging wind cut the ground under his feet into a ring of wind marks.

"My life is up to me, not to God!"

With a loud shout, the tense muscles of the right body violently exerted force, and the dragon scale knife swung from left to right in the neck, and the blue dragon scroll attacked those disciples who still wanted to continue to attack.

The power of this tornado is far beyond everyone's imagination, even including Yasuo himself, the diameter of the cyan tornado is almost ten meters in diameter, connecting the sky, spinning and wreaking on the ground and about to wreak havoc on the people who exist in its trajectory.

The terrifying tornado was large but not bulky, and by the time the pursuers saw it and had long since left its tracks, the massive suction force swept them into the center of the tornado along with stones, plants, and falling weapons.

"Whew......, ......, ahhhhh

The whirling eye of the storm mixed people with stones and swords, and the force of the wind tore at their bodies, and the flesh of nearly a hundred people was mixed together, and the remaining disciples chased and slashed at the terrifying wind and fled into the distance.

The cyan tornado began to show a little red, the squeezed flesh began to shatter, Yasuo's clothes and waist-length hair fluttered with the rotation of the tornado, his eyes were confused and determined.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were cold, and the green shadow disappeared beyond the storm, flashing like the center of the storm.

This is a last resort.

“TOU，LIE，KAI……”

The wind is slashing, and it is now about to tear apart the people of the same clan, the people who were once its classmates.

“…………”

In Yasuo's senses, the wind slashed this time, as if there was no hearing, and the focus of everything was his body that was smashed, along with the stones and plants, the blood that was splashed and then dried by the wind, and the eyes that looked at him with horror and resentment.

Every time the dragon scale knife cut the flesh, the wind poured into the corpse, the blood collapsed, the flesh collapsed, and then it was torn apart by the gale.

“TONG！”

Yasuo pressed the dragon scale knife under heavy pressure, splitting the storm in two from the center, and with the final blow, the dragon scale knife slashed to the ground with the green wind.

"Bang!"

The dragon scale knife sank into the ground with a cut, and the sword qi rushed into Yasuo's feet, smashing the earth-stone structure underground, and suddenly the ground collapsed into a huge pit.

The shattered corpses fell one after another beside Yasuo, slowly standing, the last trace of wind dissipated, and the dragon scale knife was sharpened on the scabbard and slowly retracted.

Opening his eyes, Yasuo saw a panting boy and recognized him as the one who wanted to believe in him.

The boy's eyes were wide with disbelief, the corners of his mouth were trembling, and his face was full of horror.

"Ahh

Light String put his hands in his hair and shouted bitterly, it was the broken corpse of the senior brothers, the broken corpse without blood, they were killed by Yasuo, all of them were dead, and the broken corpses of hundreds of people were densely covered at Yasuo's feet.

Light String saw that the face covered by hair was full of indifference and numbness, was that the wind that once guarded these people, ?

"You, what did you do, you killed them!"

He pointed to the man in Tsing Yi who was standing in the middle of the huge pit.

"Body, not yourself."

Yasuo looked at the light string and was silent for a while, and said lightly.

"Demons, demons!"

The sword in Light String's hand pointed at Yasuo and said tremblingly.

Hearing this, Yasuo glanced into the pit beneath his feet, and his body shook.

When he looked up, he saw that the boy was already approaching him with a frosty face, holding a broken sword, walking awkwardly, and racking up rusty sword skills.

Flashing backwards, Yasuo easily dodged the sword slash, and the light string continued to swing the long sword, but all he could do was air.

"Enough!"

Yasuo let out a soft snort and kicked at the light string, who had swung the sword an unknown number of times.

The whole body of the light string flew out upside down, rolled a few times on the close, and then staggered up and continued to charge forward.

Yasuo slammed a side punch into Lightstring's face, and Lightstring's head tilted back, and by the time he looked at Yasuo again, the back of the dragon scale knife was already against his chin.

"If you want to die, it is as easy as a hand."

Ink eyes stared at the boy's handsome face, and his tone was as cold as cold.

But Qingxian didn't have a trace of fear at all, he responded tightly to the cold gaze and said, "They, you killed them?"

“…………”

"Elder, you killed you?"

“…………”

Still silent, Light String's face this time showed more anger than before.

"Traitor, deceiver!"

In the midst of the roar, Yasuo's eyes looked behind Light String, more pursuers were already approaching, and there was no reason to rub it any longer.

"If you're going to kill me, bring your friends with you!"