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 stood up and stared at him blankly. There was no word, but a deep sorrow flashed in his eyes.

Yongen looked at Yasuo's worn-out swordsman robe, at the wounded sword mark on Yasuo's nose, suddenly sighed, and said, "Suo...remember the maple tree that he gave you that year? You don't deserve it, return it to me! "

Hearing this, Yasuo appeared in a trance.

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

This seed is to be placed on the blade.

The purpose is to cultivate the balance of the sword, the stability of the heart, and the control of the sword's physical strength.

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

But it was extremely embarrassing to be recovered by Yongen in this way.

"Maple species..."

Yasuo grinned suddenly, then put his hand in his arms and fumbled for a while, and then he took out a granular object.

"Brother... Yongen... I just want to say that although I wander around the world, I haven't lost my heart..."

With that said, Yasuo threw the maple seed away.

Yongen's cold face was a little throbbing, and an indescribable color flashed in his eyes.

Then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

After three seconds, he opened suddenly and shouted: "No need to say more, traitor of Ionia, show your strongest strength, otherwise, you will die today!"

There was a sorrow in Yasuo's heart, but he shouted: "I will not die with shame, if so, let's fight!"

"Zheng!"

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

"boom!"

"Shoo, swoop!"

"Slash ahead, cut steel flash!"

The earth and rocks shattered, and the wind roared. At this moment, Yasuo's swordsmanship against the wind was used to the extreme.

He knew that Yongen in front of him would be the most powerful enemy he faced after so many years of fleeing!

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

Yasuo knew that if he lost, not only would he die, but the murderer would never be found.

"Slow! Slow! Slow!"

"I learned the swordsmanship of imperial wind, but I only know how to use trails, which is bad!"

Yongen's silver-white hair was flying, and he sneered.

Although he was also very strenuous to resist, Yasuo knew that Yongen had not made a mistake. The so-called steel flash, wind barrier, and the like were just the trail of wind swordsmanship.

"These are just trails, so what is the avenue of Yufeng Swordsmanship..."

While Yasuo faced Yongen with all his strength, there was a storm in his mind.

Yongen is really a very good enemy, although he has begun to reluctantly block Yasuo's attack, but after all he has resisted it.

No enemy has ever allowed Yasuo to attack with such full force, and for a while, he has become more and more cheerful.

"Yufeng Yufeng, your sword is only wind, but it has nothing to do with Yufeng. It is simply a waste of such heaven-defying swordsmanship!!"

Yongen snorted coldly, the sword vibrated, and when it struck Yasuo's sword, it clanged.

"Yufeng!?"

Yasuo's eyes stared suddenly, as if he was trying to understand something.

Sometimes Ming Wu is just for a moment.

In the next second, he looked at the gust of wind on the sword in his hand, and then looked at Yongen expressionlessly, "Try my heroic trick!"

"call out!"

After speaking, the gale flew out of the sword in an instant and hit Yongen's face.

After that, Yongen seemed to have no time to react, and was hit by the wind.

"boom!"

A weird energy wave originated from the gust of wind, and Yongen had no resistance at all, and was knocked into the sky.

At this moment, Yasuo had tied all his minds to the gust of wind that was cut by this sword.

There seemed to be something in this gust of wind that could knock the enemy away, but it was always in contact with Yasuo's thoughts so far away.

Yasuo felt very happy and uttered a low voice: "Yufeng!"

In an instant, Yasuo disappeared from the spot, as if riding on the traceless wind, went straight to the sky above Yongen.

"Yongen, try this trick!"

Yasuo shouted, and immediately the long sword turned into a series of terrifying sword shadows, covering Yongen.

"Hehe...you wind swordsmanship...finally finished...I'm relieved..."

Yongen's cold face suddenly burst into a small smile, and then loosened his fingers, and the long sword he had been holding tightly fell off.

"amount???"

A trace of astonishment flashed in Yasuo's eyes, and he didn't understand why Yongen had given up resistance for a while.

But at this time there was no time to think about it, these sword shadows had already cut Yong En down.

"Puff puff puff..."

The sword and shadow crossed, Yongen was severely cut off the ground.

Looking at Yongen's blood-filled body, recalling Yongen's words and his actions of abandoning the sword, Yasuo didn't understand Yongen's meaning at this time, he was a fool.

"Do not!"

Yasuo roared and rushed to Yongen.

"For... why..."

Yasuo held back the piercing feeling and asked with trembling lips.

"Ha ha……"

Yongen's mouth poured out blood, and the words were a little unclear: "No...no way...military order...difficult...I...as a soldier...only...can only hold... Perform...task...but...but...you are me...brother..."

"puff……"

Just after speaking, a big mouthful of blood came out of Yongen's mouth.

Listening to these words, watching the scene in front of him, Yasuo's eyes suddenly became wet.

"Remember...remember...the elder died from the imperial...wind sword..."

Yongen wanted to say something more, but the trick that Yasuo had just realized was too terrifying. Before he could speak, his head tilted and he was already asleep in Yasuo's arms.

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

Ye Che didn't look at it. Sure enough, it was not accidental that the real powerhouse was.

Must all have experienced pain and experience that ordinary people cannot understand, in order to forge the heart of the strong.

Following the death of Yongen, everything went on silently.

Under the sun, Yasuo groped in Yongen's arms without saying a word. He knew that Yongen had a great hobby, which was a musical instrument, the flute!

Now that Yongen is dead, Yasuo put his flute away with inexplicable mood.

Then, Yasuo buried Yongen, but he didn't have time to mourn, and soon others would come to hunt him.

However, Yasuo has a brand new goal because of the great success of Yufeng Swordsmanship and the enlightenment his brothers gave him.

He now had a clue that could lead him to the real murderer, so Yasuo quickly bid farewell to the Tomb of Yongen and embarked on the journey accompanied by the wind.

In the distance, Yasuo's back went farther and farther, and gradually, accompanied by a sound of flute, came from a distance, the flute sound with an ethereal and heavy sense of desolation, like mourning for Yongen.

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