Yasuo stood up and looked at him in a daze, without words, but a deep sorrow flashed in his eyes.

Yongen looked at Yasuo's shabby swordsman's robes, looked at the injured sword marks on the bridge of Yasuo's nose, and suddenly sighed, "Suo...... Do you remember the maple tree seed you were given that year, you don't deserve it, give it back to me! ”

Hearing this, a trace of trance appeared in Yasuo's eyes.

It was also summer, and the man in front of him, when he was practicing his sword, suddenly handed himself a maple seed.

This seed is to be placed on the edge of the sword.

In order to practice the balance of the sword, as well as the stability of the mind, as well as the control of the sword body.

With Yasuo's current strength, this maple tree species was no longer needed.

But it was extremely embarrassing to be asked back by Yongen like this.

"Maple Tree ......"

Yasuo grinned suddenly, then reached into his arms and fumbled for a while, and then, a granular object was taken out by him.

"Brother...... Yongen ...... I just want to say that although I have wandered the world, I have not lost my heart......"

With that, Yasuo threw the maple tree seed over.

Yong'en's cold face was a little throbbing, and an indescribable look flashed in his eyes.

Then, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

After three seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Needless to say, traitor of Ionia, show your strongest strength, otherwise, you will die today!" ”

Yasuo's heart swelled with grief, but he whispered, "I will not die in shame, in that case, then fight!" ”

"Zheng!"

Both sides. After bowing to each other and performing the swordsman salute, they all drew their swords instantly.

"Bang!"

"Phew. Sou! ”

"Step forward and slash, slash steel flash!"

Soil and rocks are shattered. The wind roared, and at this moment, Yasuo's wind sword technique was used to the extreme.

He knew that the Yong En in front of him would be the most formidable enemy he had faced after so many years of being on the run!

Especially when he was a teenager, he lost to him, so Yasuo's mind was condensed to the extreme.

Yasuo knew. If you lose, not only will you die, but the murderer will never be found again.

"Slow! Slow! Slow! ”

"I learned the sword technique of resisting the wind, but I only know how to use the trail, which is bad!"

Yon's silver-white hair fluttered, and he said with a sneer.

Although it was a lot of effort for him to resist, Yasuo knew that Yon was not wrong, the so-called Slashing Steel. Wind barriers and the like are just a small path of wind resistance swordsmanship.

"These are just small paths, so what is the avenue of the Wind Resisting Sword Technique......

Yasuo threw all his strength at Yon, but a storm set off in his mind.

Won is really a very good enemy. Although he had barely blocked Yasuo's attack, he had finally resisted it.

No enemy had ever allowed Yasuo to attack with such full force, for a moment. He was more and more cheerful.

"Resist the wind, your sword. There is only wind, but it has nothing to do with resisting the wind at all. It's just a waste of this kind of anti-heaven swordsmanship!! ”

Yongen snorted coldly, and the long sword shook, and where it collided with Yasuo's long sword, the "bell" of the blow sounded.

"Resist the wind!?"

Yasuo's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had figured out something.

Sometimes enlightenment is just a moment.

In the next second, he looked at the wind that was already overflowing on the sword in his hand, and then looked at Yongen with an expressionless face and said, "Try my heroic skill!" ”

"Whew!"

With that, the wind flew out of the sword in an instant, and slammed straight into Yon's face.

Then, as if he didn't have time to react, Yon's body was struck by the wind.

"Bang!"

A strange wave of energy was generated from the wind, and Yongen was sent flying into the sky without the slightest power to resist.

At this moment, Yasuo had already tied all his mind to the wind that the sword slashed out.

This gust of wind that can knock the enemy away, there seems to be something, so far away, but it has always been connected to Yasuo's mind.

Yasuo was suddenly blessed, and shouted in a low voice: "Resist the wind!" ”

In an instant, Yasuo vanished from where he was, and seemed to ride the wind that could not be found to be traced, and went straight to the sky above Won.

"Yon, try this trick!"

Yasuo shouted, and then the long sword turned into a terrifying sword shadow, and shrouded Yon.

"Huh...... You are a swordsman...... It's finally done...... I'm relieved too......"

A light smile suddenly swelled up on Yongen's cold face, and then his fingers loosened, and the long sword that he had been holding tightly fell.

"Forehead ???"

A hint of consternation flashed in Yasuo's eyes, and for a moment he didn't understand why Yon had given up resisting.

But at this time, there was no time to think about it, these sword shadows had already slashed Yongen.

"Puff ......"

The swords and shadows staggered, and Yon was slashed off the ground.

Looking at Yon's blood-soaked body, recalling Yon's words, and his action of abandoning his sword, Yasuo didn't understand what Yon meant at this time, he was a fool.

"No!"

Yasuo yelled and rushed to Yon's side.

"For ...... Why ......"

Yasuo asked with a trembling lip as he endured the heart-rending feeling.

"Hehe......"

Blood poured out of Yongen's mouth, and his words were a little unclear: "No...... No way...... Military Order...... Hard...... I...... As a ...... As a soldier...... Only...... Can only ...... Execute...... Task...... But...... But...... You're me...... Brother......"

"Poof......

As soon as he finished speaking, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of Yongen's mouth.

Hearing these words and looking at the scene in front of him, Yasuo's eyes suddenly moistened.

"Remember...... Remember...... The elder died in the royal ...... Wind Sword ......"

Yon wanted to say something more, but the trick that Yasuo had just understood was so terrifying that before he could speak, his head tilted, and he was already asleep in Yasuo's arms.

At the same time, Yasuo's tears finally couldn't be controlled anymore and slid down his cheeks.

Ye Che didn't see the taste, sure enough, the real powerhouses are not accidental.

must have experienced pain that ordinary people cannot understand, as well as experiences, in order to forge the heart of a strong man.

With Yon's death, everything then proceeded in silence.

Under the rising sun, Yasuo groped in Yongen's arms without saying a word, he knew that Yongen had a great hobby, that is, he liked a musical instrument very much, Xiao!

Now that Yon is dead, Yasuo has an inexplicable feeling and puts away his flute.

Yasuo then buried Yon, but he had no time to mourn, and soon others would come after him.

However, because of the mastery of the wind sword and the revelation given to him by his brother, Yasuo has a new goal.

Now that he had a clue that would lead him to the real culprit, Yasuo soon reluctantly bid farewell to the tomb of Yonne and embarked on a journey accompanied by the wind.

In the distance, Yasuo's back walked farther and farther, and gradually, it was accompanied by a flute sound, which came from afar, with an ethereal and heavy sense of desolation, like a mourning for Yong'en.

The story of the sword, with blood as ink......

(To be continued.) )