League of Legends: 700 Years Later

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update to the latest chapter of League of Legends 700 years later!Yasuo, dressed in a light blue swordsman robe, walked crooked one step at a time, and walked one step at a time.

Ever since he saw the light blue of the whirlwind, he has fallen in love with the swordsman robe in this color.

Yasuo was holding a hip flask in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. He didn't know what was muttering in his mouth, and he came to a place outside the city where he often practiced swords.

This place is remote and peaceful, surrounded by a lush green bamboo forest.

As soon as he got there, Yasuo was already like a madman, and his left hip flask was loosened and fell to the ground.

And the right hand, already holding the sword, danced without any regularity.

This kind of dance has no rules at all, just like a drunk who is hacking and slashing.

"Shoo, hoo..."

"Swish swish swish!!"

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and soon, there were sword marks on the ground and on the bamboo.

But the sword that Yasuo drew had become increasingly unstructured, and the trajectory of the sword drew like a shrew cursing the street, without any sense of beauty.

"This……"

Ye Che was stunned. Is his guess wrong?

This kind of sword practice, if you can practice something, it is a ghost!

Consciousness is chaotic, the path of the sword is chaotic, and the pace is chaotic.

In this case, not to mention sword practice, not to fall down.

Just as Ye Che frowned secretly, he found that although Yasuo had been swaying around at extreme speed, he just didn't fall, as if... there has always been a mysterious power subconsciously protecting him.

Ye Che gave a startled suspicion and immediately discovered this strangeness.

Immediately, Ye Che sank and looked carefully at Yasuo's flurrying sword.

Gradually, Ye Che's face suddenly changed.

He found that as Yasuo's sword dance became more and more disorderly, the whirlwind that pervaded his sword was actually getting stronger.

After about twenty minutes, the whirlwind on Yasuo's blade was actually three feet away from the blade, and he was fluctuating, looking fierce.

"No, in this case, can you really practice swords?"

Ye Che was stunned, and even if he was so drunk, he could improve his swordsmanship, which would not allow others to survive.

At the same time, Yasuo seemed to have sensed the unsteady whirlwind on the blade in his hand, and a trace of clarity seemed to be restored in his eyes.

Suddenly, his swaying body was abruptly determined, and then with the whirlwind blade in his hand, he stabbed the front in vain.

This was an unpleasant blow. With this blow, Yasuo subconsciously let out a low voice: "Ha!!!"

"Puff, whip!"

The whirlwind on Yasuo's sword made a violent sonic boom at this moment, and then hit a piece of bamboo hard.

With a loud "pop", this bamboo burst open.

Seeing this, Ye Che's heart was shocked.

He saw that Yasuo's sword didn't touch the bamboo at all, but the turbulent whirlwind had already burst it.

"Why... why did Yasuo suddenly realize this trick!?"

Suspicion emerged in Ye Che's heart.

At this time, Yasuo actually began to tremble with this sword, but the original muddy eyes, as the power of the wind entered the body, and the violent fluctuation of emotions, unexpectedly began to restore clarity.

At the same time, Yasuo stared at the bursting pillar in front of him, and after looking at the sword in his hand, he suddenly started talking short and hurriedly.

"Walking is the way, eating is the way, sleeping is the way, drinking water is the way..."

"Sword practice is the Tao, obsession is the Tao, and free and easy is the Tao!"

"But these are all trails, and only when combined with the general manager can they be the main road!"

"I am only obsessed with Yufeng Swordsmanship, but I have fallen to the lower level. In this case, it is normal that I can't understand the real Yufeng Swordsmanship!"

"Wind...represents unfettered freedom, freedom and open-mindedness...but I used to...have been restraining it with the obsession to quickly become swordsmanship..."

"But today, after getting drunk, I accidentally reached an ethereal state, unexpectedly discovered the mystery of Imperial Wind Swordsmanship!"

The more Yasuo muttered, the brighter the light in his eyes started.

This is a kind of ideological advancement that suddenly understands the truth.

He used to be too persistent to practice swordsmanship. Although this kind of thinking was pure and simple, to a certain extent, it turned into distracting thoughts.

but now……

"That's it, that's it... The way of a swordsman is to encapsulate all the ways! Hahahahaha!"

Yasuo suddenly laughed, and the sword in his hand moved slightly, and he picked up the flask on the ground, then held it with his left hand and drank it.

"Good wine!! Haha!"

Yasuo looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, brows flickered between his eyebrows, the sharp color that he claimed to be because of the sword, at this moment, everything disappeared.

What is left is endless heroism.

"Come again!!"

Yasuo shook the flask, the long sword in his hand suddenly pulled a sword flower, and then he hummed.

"call out!"

The second sword, another bamboo was burst open.

As the bamboo exploded, the feeling of wind permeating Yasuo became stronger and stronger.

Ye Che didn't dare to interrupt his senses. He felt the trajectory of Yasuo's sword and the rhythm of the surrounding wind. Ye Che knew that the most critical place was coming.

"call out!"

Yasuo stabbed another sword. This was the third sword. With the appearance of this sword, a windless zone of several centimeters appeared at the tip of Yasuo's sword.

At these decimeters, the air seemed to be completely hollowed out, but Yasuo's sword was completely taken away.

"call out!"

Fourth sword!!!

Fifth sword!!!

With the increasing number of swords, Yasuo's eyes have become brighter and brighter. He knows that the trick he has sensed in the dark will soon be completed!

Sixth sword!

Seventh sword!!

Eighth sword!!!!

Ninth sword!!!!!!

Just as Yasuo reached the ninth sword, suddenly, the whirlwind that was originally only three centimeters overflowing from the blade of Yasuo's sword suddenly stretched.

"Whirring whirring!"

The whirlwind whirled extremely fast and made a cry, and the length of its extension reached half a meter.

"It's no wonder that Yasuo has to stab two swords to hit the enemy in order to use the whirlwind to cut the steel flash. It turned out to be a kind of sword idea and to extract the air in front of the enemy, blessing his sword to form a sharp wind, this kind of sword idea, It should only appear after hitting the enemy. Just like practicing anything, pure training is completely different from the feeling of actually starting to operate. It is the same now. Yasuo's sword will only accumulate when it hits the enemy. A layer of mind effect, combined with the wind swordsmanship, can make a whirlwind that is enough to fly any enemy on the sword!!"

Ye Che also understood clearly in his heart, but what was strange now was that Yasuo had used nine swords to make a large-scale whirlwind appeared on the sword.