Yasuo looked at the elder coldly. He was extremely confident in the wind wall he had cut out. He leaned against the wind wall and looked at the elder coldly. He didn't even have to lift the sword in his hand because he knew that his sword was faster than him.

"The time for the Wind Barrier is limited. If you don't leave, be prepared to die here." Yasuo added coldly.

"Elder, calm down!" The middle-aged man came over and held the elder's old arm and slowly pressed the sword down. He said, "Although he is a sinner, he was not wrong this time. Death under the arrow of the Noxus is not much better than death under the sword of the sinner. Let's take it down the mountain quickly!"

Elder Chess quickly figured it out. He glanced at Yasuo deeply, looked at the sinner who had harmed his proud disciple, and at this moment he had to give up his hatred.

He turned to the middle-aged man and said:

"But the Sword of the Wind has been passed down here for many years. Someone must stay to guard the temple. Feng, your brothers and brothers will take their disciples to Precidian. I am old and can't walk far away. Let me stay in the temple."

There are some inherited things in the temple, and it is shameful to abandon them like this. The elders wanted to stay in the temple because of this idea.

But as soon as the elder finished speaking, Yasuo came to the elder like a ghostly wind and hit the back of his neck with the hilt of the sword, causing him to faint immediately, collapsed into the arms of the middle-aged man, unconscious...

"Elder!" The man shook the old man in his arms, without any movement, and immediately glared at Yasuo, his eyes flashing with anger.

"you"

"Don't be stunned." Yasuo coldly interrupted the vulgar words in the other party's mouth.

"He has good legs and feet, and he stays here just to delay time. Listen to me, take him away now, don't repeat the same mistakes, and live like me in endless guilt."

Yasuo saw through the elder's plan, but for some reason, a kindness in his mouth became so unpleasant that it made people feel urged to beat him up.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man bowed his head by default.

If you abandon the temple, it is equivalent to abandoning everything except this sword technique and the sword in your hand.

The Breath of the Wind is their home. Once they abandon their home, their identity will be demoted from swordsman and ronin.

But they are the descendants of the swordsmanship of the Wind, they are the Wind! And the Wind must be free and wander without roots. Since it is the Wind, why should it be bound by one inch? Leaving here, you can gallop across the wider world.

The sea is wide and the fish leaps, and the sky is high and the birds are flying!

This may be the most in line with his own experience for his disciples!

After a moment, as if he had decided something, he carried the elder on his back and shouted at the disciples: "All follow me, let's leave the Breathing Dojo and go to Precidian to join the rebel army! Sooner or later, we will retake the dojo again!"

He carried the elders on his back and took the lead in running towards the back of the mountain. A group of disciples followed closely behind, rushing towards the holy mountain in the east on the green grass.

The wind wall gradually weakened, and the strong arrow shot through the wind wall at a disciple.

Yasuo raised his sword and cut off the arrow with a speed that the mortal body could not recognize, while the disciple of the Qifeng Sword Sect who had been lucky enough to pick up one of them had not yet realized that he had walked away at the gate of hell.

"Walking with the wind, you must also pay attention to it behind you."

Yasuo placed the sword in front of him, as if he was talking to the sword, as if he was talking to himself.

His voice mixed with the roar of a hurricane, the howling rain of arrows inside, was invisible, but he didn't seem to care whether the disciple who was saved could hear his teachings. Perhaps he was born not suitable for teaching people.

This seemingly whining behavior turned into a fork in Geno's eyes.

But I have to say that he pretended very successfully this time.

Yasuo turned his wrist and pulled his sword away, the wind wall completely dissipated, and the wind warrior lowered his sword and began to manipulate the surrounding whirlwind.

The rain of arrows fell down, falling on the grass and at his feet, but none of them fell on him, as if they were blown away by an invisible wind.

"Don't you leave?" Yasuo said.

"Why should I leave?" Geno looked at his indestructible crystal armor, not understanding what threat these mortal arrows could pose to him.

Since the Breath of the Wind Dojo was successfully directed to Precidian, his next goal was to let Yasuo go to Precidian to meet up.

"I want to atone for my sins. I want to kill these Noxus people with my hands, avenge Master Suma, for Yongrong, and those who died unjustly under my sword!" He gritted his teeth and gasped.

Yasuo seemed to have transferred his anger to the blade, and a hurricane surrounded the blade, and even the unruly wind would drive him.

"Then you go!" Geno said unmoved.

He waited here for a long time and was hit by countless arrows just to see how Yasuo fought, but he knew that he was talking so much.

After Geno finished speaking, he could clearly feel Yasuo's breath suffocating, and the air seemed to be full of embarrassment for a moment.

But in just a moment, Yasuo burst out with a stronger sword force and rushed towards the enemy.

"Even if there are thousands of people, I'll go!"

Yasuo rushed down the hillside with his legs, his legs quickly stepped on the ground, his body was as light as the wind, his toes fell in the bushes of low flowers, and even the petals had not even stepped on them.

Seeing the ronin in front of him avoiding the dense rain of arrows and rushing towards him, the general ordered all the soldiers to pull out their weapons and prepare for hand-to-hand combat.

Although he knew that Yasuo was an extraordinary person, he was self-reliant in his equipment and number of people, and he wanted to kill Yasuo if he used the people.

But Yasuo never cared about how many people he had to face, he couldn't stop, otherwise endless guilt and sadness would catch up with him from behind.

The Noxus soldiers lined up their shield formations, stretched their spears out of the gap between the shields, and aimed at the rushing Yasuo.

This is a formation used to deal with cavalry. Yasuo, who can control the wind, put great pressure on the group of soldiers, forcing them to be on the battlefield.

Can this formation block the charge of cavalry, but can it block the omnipresent wind?

Yasuo pressed his long sword against his waist and rushed into the enemy formation in the strong wind!

boom!

The strong wind surging and dust raising, suddenly wrapped Yasuo and the soldiers in the array.

A dense wave of sword lights flashed in the hazy wind and sand, and Yasuo broke through the shield formation alone.

The wind and sand dissipated behind him, and the broken metal shield broke into several spears, and fell to the ground with the blood-seeking heavy armor.

Each soldier had several deadly knife marks on his body. Before his death, the soldiers in these armor believed that these armors could protect their lives.
Chapter completed!