The rain is still falling.

The sound of neat footsteps had stopped, and Sun Wukong and Master Yi were tightly enclosed in a very small encirclement.

There is no way back, no way to escape.

The silent blade was raised, and the neat movements brushed together in the dense rain.

Master Yi's green helmet, like a myriad of eyes, flickered in the dark and rainy night, like the head of some ancient giant beast blinking.

Sun Wukong put the bronze giant stick on the ground, stood long, and the proud momentum seemed to be back in a trance, above the Heavenly Palace, in the Cloud Treasure Palace.

All the black-clad warriors took a deep breath, and the rain seemed to be pulled and stopped for a moment.

Call...... Suck...... Call...... Raindrops slipped from the bridge of the nose under the black bubbling pocket and dripped to the ground.

"Tick-" a drop.

"Drip-"

Out of the knife. "Brush—brush—" Countless silent long knives slashed out neatly, tearing through the dense rain curtain and pulling crisp echoes through the air.

The shadows of the sword slashed at the two people who were surrounded from all directions, sealing off any corner where they might be dodging.

Master Yi was still holding his sword independently, the rain was about to drip from the tip of his sword, and the endless sound of swords sounded above his head.

Seeing that it was a situation of being chopped into pulp, just when the fastest knife was about to touch Master Yi's strange helmet-

"Shhhh

The knife falls. Nothing, no blood splattered, no stumps all over the floor, just the ugly whisper of the blade as it fell.

Master Yi, who should have been torn apart by the sword, was standing outside the crowd at this moment, and it was only at this moment that the rain on his sword mixed with a wisp of blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

"Tick."

"Plop—" The more than twenty people who had been brushed by the emerald green light just now fell to the cold ground without snorting.

And the Monkey King, who stayed in place and was pierced by countless blades, only left a sharp laugh and then completely dissipated in the air.

It wasn't until this moment that those black-clothed swordsmen reacted, and hurriedly stepped forward to re-form a formation, but they only heard a loud roar: "Eat my grandson!" Yikes—"

A sharp roar appeared in vain from the boundless rain curtain, and a copper-yellow giant stick swept down more than a dozen people in front of him to the ground like a dragon entering the sea, and those black-clothed swordsmen made a crisp explosion as if they had been hit by a thousand pounds of boulders, and then smashed straight to the ground, and even left a slight crack on the dilapidated stone road.

Jiaolong's castration continued, and he continued to rush forward, and all those who stood in his way died.

The rise of Sun Wukong's killing, he casually rotated the brass giant stick left and right between his hands, rushed left and right with strange steps all the way, and suddenly jumped up in the air, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the whole person rushed into the battle circle with a more ferocious attitude.

Those black-clothed men with knives are not Sun Wukong's opponents at all, he has a huge stick everywhere, and there is no enemy, he can simply be called a tiger into the flock.

Except for the sword at the beginning, Master Yi never made a move, but just held on to the sword and looked at the entire killing Shura field.

watched Sun Wukong enter a no-man's land, and watched him kill everyone who was still standing to the ground with a sweeping momentum.

Half an hour later. Not a single man in black was left alive, and the blood began to flow, and the rain began to wash over the streets.

Three hundred, all dead.

Blood splashed all over Sun Wukong's body, the rain washed down the blood on his armor, but because it was too thick and could not be washed away, Sun Wukong simply tore off the entire armor on his body, the rain fell more and more tightly, Sun Wukong opened his blood-red eyes, held up his blood-stained brass giant stick, and let out a beast-like roar, his hairy body was exposed to the air, connected with blood, like a world-destroying Shura.

On this night, there was only demons, no Buddhas.

Master Yi did not dissuade Sun Wukong, who was faintly enchanted, he took a step forward, and then began to rush forward like crazy, and his mouth let out a beast-like howl like Sun Wukong. It's just because, at this moment, he is full of murderous intentions, and he has already fallen into the devil.

Tonight, you must drain the last drop of blood.

"Kill-" Master Yi, who usually stops talking, said the word very decisively, as cold as a knife.

The killing intent was no longer retained, and the killing intent isolated the raindrops of the entire canopy, and an emerald green sword light rushed into the dark crowd like a meteor.

The first sword. Crosscutting. The long sword is like a knife cutting through butter, and there is no living mouth where it passes.

Master Yi stood at the end of the long street, standing sideways, blood falling from the tip of the sword, mixed with the rain and instantly accumulating into a pool of blood.

All the men in black did not have the slightest fear, but because of Master Yi's ruthless killing, the wildness in the veins was aroused, no one shouted angrily, but their blades were sharper, faster, and more decisive.

Master Yi just stood sideways, waiting for those fierce blades to slash at him.

Then he laughed sullenly, and the laughter echoed far and wide across the long street.

"Rest in peace—" Master Yi gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, the faint green blade reflecting his eerie emerald green helmet.

Rain splashes. The sword is like a dragon.

The second sword. Master Yi walked forward as if he were strolling with his eyes closed, dodging every killing intent as he slid the blade of his sword through everyone's throat, but what he remembered was Ionia, the holy land of flowers and sunshine, the hometown of beautiful girls and kind old men.

But they're all dead. Therefore, go and die.

"It's sad." Master Yi stood at the other end of the long street again, gently flicking his emerald green sword, and a beautiful sound like a string echoed in his ears.

"Plop-" Dozens of people fell, and none of them could touch the corner of Master Yi's clothes.

The rest of the men in black continued to charge, silently, until the last one looked at all the dead comrades in a daze, he did not retreat, his eyes hidden under the black robes showed a trace of sadness, and then he raised his knife and shouted, "Long live Noxus." ”

Master Yi looked at the man who staggered and rushed up, his voice was still very immature, maybe he was not yet an adult, just a child, but he was still so brave, so decisive, and fearless.

"Warriors." Master Yi swung his sword without a trace of hesitation, and his eyes were calm.

The young head flew in the rainy sky in the next moment.

"It's a pity." Master Yi stepped over the headless corpse and continued to walk.

Sun Wukong, who had calmed down, just shook his head when he looked at the corpses all over the ground, and followed Master Yi expressionlessly behind him, without a trace of slackness in his hands.

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Master Yi walked step by step on the long street full of acid rain, and he no longer charged, but walked slowly as if he were walking.

The silent Quesus assassination squad continued to charge as if it were suicidal, and still no one could touch a single hair of Master Yi, and everyone who came within ten yards of Master Yi would be mercilessly slashed in two with a single sword.

Even if he barely escaped the fierce slash, he would be smashed into a pulp by Sun Wukong, who was following him.

The sour rain still didn't stop for a moment, and the muddy rain mixed with blood spread all the way.

Blood splashed in the sky, and Master Yi swung his sword, swung his sword, and swung his sword again.

Chop.

Chop.

Chop.

Chop Chop ......

In the scene of hell like the most gorgeous picture, Master Yi suddenly smiled and sang: "My hometown Ionia, ......"

"Beautiful Ionia......" Master Yi swung his sword, and an emerald green sword light tore through the rain curtain and cut off the waist of more than a dozen black-clothed swordsmen who rushed forward, until Master Yi and the two of them walked by, they fell to the ground like bad puppets, twitching from time to time.

"There are beautiful flowers there, and beautiful girls...... "Forehand swing, backhand slash again, two emerald green sword rays in the shape of a cross towards the other group of men and horses, without any suspense were crushed into pulp.

"How I miss your wine, your gentleness, and your motherly spring breeze......"

"I miss the joy of running on the boundless shore, I miss the chirping of the birds in the trees, I miss the bright red flower that the girl gave me......" Master Yi sang faster and faster, and the faster he sang, the last he was almost shouting, and the emerald green sword in his hand kept waving the emerald green sword, and finally those swords rushed towards the people who were still alive like a big net covering the sky.

"How I miss it......"

"Missed...... Miss ......" until he was hoarse, until his throat was hoarse.

There was not a single living person on the long street.

The rain continued to fall, and the mountain road leading to the military headquarters was in sight.

The sourness in the rain faded, and two tall figures led a thousand-strong Noxus assassination squad in front of the way up the mountain.

Master Yi glanced at Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong nodded, and then his whole person turned into a green light and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant, heading straight to the top.

The two tall figures were stunned for a moment and seemed to want to chase, but they were stopped by Sun Wukong, who held up the bronze giant stick and nodded at them: "Your opponent is me." ”

The two figures glanced at each other, obviously not daring to underestimate Sun Wukong, and one of the guys with a two-handed giant axe whispered: "Let's join forces and quickly deal with him." ”

The other guy who had no feet like a crab and only four mechanical legs supporting the ground directly aimed his odd-shaped arm at Sun Wukong and shot out a black blade with a green glow.

Sun Wukong's giant stick swept away, picked the blade away, narrowed his eyes, and put on the most standard offensive posture.

The rain covered his body with fluff.

The night is deeper.

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The second more.

Three thousand words of chapter.

I wanted to write it all in one sitting...... But there is still homework to be done......

Nnd, I'll write it tomorrow. Of course, if there is something that my brother wants to see, I may be able to do more after finishing my homework