The rain is still falling.

The sound of neat footsteps has stopped, and Sun Wukong and Master Yi are tightly surrounded in a very small circle.

There is no way back, no way to escape.

The silent blade was raised, and the neat movements were scattered in the dense rain.

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

Sun Wukong placed the giant copper-yellow stick on the ground and stood erect. His proud aura seemed to have returned to the Heavenly Palace in the past, in the Yunxiao Palace.

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

Breathe...breathe...breathe...raindrops slipped from the bridge of the nose under the black hood and dripped on the ground.

"Tick-tock——" One drop.

"drop--"

Draw out the knife. "Brush - brush -" Countless silent long knives slashed out neatly, tearing through the dense rain curtain and creating a crisp echo in the air.

The shadows of knives that filled the sky slashed at the two surrounded people from all directions, sealing off any corner where they could dodge.

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

He was about to be chopped into pieces, and just when the fastest knife was about to touch Master Yi's strange helmet——

"Hiss--" There was a sound in the ears of each man in black, and before they could react, a ray of emerald green light instantly passed through the gap exposed when they swung their swords.

The knife fell. There was nothing, no blood spattering everywhere, no stumps on the ground, only the unpleasant low cry after the blade fell.

Master Yi, who should have been cut into pieces with random knives, was standing outside the crowd. It was only at this moment that the rain on his sword mixed with a ray of blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

"Tick tock."

"Plop-" The twenty-odd people who had just been brushed by the emerald green light fell to the cold ground without even making a sound.

The Sun Wukong who remained in place and was penetrated by countless blades only left a sharp laugh before completely dissipating in the air.

It wasn't until this moment that the black-clothed swordsmen realized what they were doing. They hurriedly stepped forward to re-form their formation, but they only heard a loud roar: "Take a stick from me! Ah——"

A sharp roar emerged in vain from the boundless rain curtain, and a giant copper-yellow stick swept the dozen or so people in front of him to the ground like a dragon entering the sea. The swordsmen in black felt like they were being struck by a thousand pounds.

The huge boulder made a crisp explosion all over the body, and then hit the ground, even leaving slight cracks on the dilapidated stone road.

The dragon continued to charge forward, killing anyone who stood in its way.

Sun Wukong was eager to kill, and he rotated the big brass stick left and right in his hands, dashing left and right with strange steps, and suddenly jumped into the air, exhaling a breath of turbid air, and his whole body transformed from one to three to become more ferocious.

He rushed into the battle circle with a gesture.

Those men in black armed with knives are no match for Sun Wukong. With his giant stick everywhere, there is no one who can defeat him. He is like a tiger among sheep.

Except for the sword strike at the beginning, Master Yi never made a move. He just held the sword and looked at the entire killing field.

Watching Sun Wukong as if he was in a deserted place, watching him sweep everyone around and kill everyone who was still standing to the ground with a club.

Half an hour later, there was no longer a man in black alive, blood began to flow, and began to fill the entire street under the wash of rain.

Three hundred people died.

Blood splashed all over Sun Wukong's body. The rain washed away the blood on his armor, but it was too thick and could not be washed away. Sun Wukong simply tore off the entire armor on his body. The rain fell harder and harder.

, Sun Wukong opened his blood-red eyes, held up his big brass stick stained with blood, and let out a beast-like roar. His body covered with downy hair was exposed to the air, connected with blood, like Shura who destroyed the world.

On this night, there were only demons and no Buddha.

Master Yi did not dissuade Sun Wukong, who seemed to be possessed by a demon, at all. He took a step forward, and then began to rush forward like crazy. He also let out a beast-like howl like Sun Wukong. This was because at this moment, his murderous intention was overflowing, and he had already

Possessed.

Tonight, every last drop of blood must be shed.

"Kill——" Master Yi, who usually paused in his speech, said this word with incomparable decisiveness, as cold as a knife.

As soon as the word "kill" came out, the murderous intent was no longer retained. The overwhelming murderous intent isolated the raindrops from the entire sky, and a emerald-green sword light rushed into the dark crowd like a meteor.

The first sword cuts across. The long sword cuts through butter like a knife, leaving no one alive wherever it passes.

Master Yi stood at the end of the long street, standing sideways. Blood kept falling from the tip of his sword, and mixed with the rainwater, it instantly formed a pool of blood.

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

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

Then he laughed muffledly, and the laughter spread far away, echoing throughout the long street.

"Rest in peace——" Master Yi held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the dark green blade reflected his strange emerald green helmet.

The rain splashed down and the sword came out like a dragon.

The second sword. Master Yi closed his eyes and walked forward as if walking. He dodged every killing intention and slid the blade across everyone's throat. But what he thought of was Ionia back then, the one with the

A holy place of flowers and sunshine, the hometown of beautiful girls and kind old men.

But, they are all dead. So, you should die too.

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

"Plop——" Dozens of people fell down again, and no one could touch a corner of Master Yi's clothes.

The remaining men in black continued to charge, charging silently, until the last man stared blankly at all his dead comrades. He did not step back. His eyes hidden under the dark robe showed a trace of sadness, and then

He raised his sword and shouted: "Long live Noxus."

Master Yi looked at the man who staggered forward, his voice was still very immature, maybe he was not yet an adult, just a child, but he still charged so bravely, so decisively, and fearlessly.

"Warrior." Master Yi waved his sword without any hesitation, his eyes calm.

The next moment the young head was flying in the raining sky.

"What a pity." Master Yi stepped over the headless corpse and continued to move forward.

Sun Wukong, who had calmed down, just shook his head when he looked at the corpses on the ground, and followed Master Yi expressionlessly, without any slack in his hand.

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Master Yi walked step by step on the long street filled with acid rain. He no longer charged, but moved forward slowly as if taking a walk.

The silent Texas assassination team continued their suicidal charge. Still no one could touch even a hair of Master Yi. Everyone who came within ten yards of Master Yi would be mercilessly cut into two pieces with a sword.

.

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

The sour rain still didn't stop, and the turbid rainwater mixed with blood spread all the way.

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

cut.

cut.

cut.

Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop…

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

"Beautiful Ionia..." Master Yi swung his sword, and a emerald green sword light tore through the rain curtain and cut off the more than ten swordsmen in black who were advancing forward. It was not until Master Yi and two people passed by that they

He fell to the ground like a broken puppet, twitching from time to time.

"There are beautiful flowers there, and there are beautiful girls..." He swung with his forehand and then slashed with his backhand. Two emerald-green sword lights formed a cross shape and rushed towards the men and horses of the other team. They were killed without any suspense.

Crushed into minced meat.

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

"I miss my joy of running on the boundless coast, I miss the chirping of birds in the trees, I miss the bright red flower the girl gave me..." Master Yi sang faster and faster, and in the end it was almost

He was shouting, and the emerald green sword in his hand kept waving the emerald green sword light. Finally, the sword light rushed towards the still living people like a big net covering the sky.

"How much I miss..."

"Miss... miss..." until he was hoarse, until his throat was extremely hoarse.

There was no one alive on the long street.

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

The sour smell in the rain gradually faded away, and two tall figures led a team of one thousand Noxian assassins blocking the way up the mountain.

Master Yi glanced at Sun Wukong, who nodded, and then his whole body turned into a green light and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, reaching the highest point.

The two tall figures were stunned and seemed to want to chase them, but Sun Wukong stopped them. He held up the giant copper-yellow stick and pointed at them: "Your opponent is me."

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

Another guy who looked like a crab without legs and only four mechanical legs supporting the ground directly aimed his strange-shaped arm at Sun Wukong and shot out a black blade with green light.

Sun Wukong swept the giant stick and flew the blade away. He narrowed his eyes and assumed the most standard offensive posture.

The rain stained the fur all over his body.

The night is deeper.

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Second update.

A big chapter of three thousand words.

I originally wanted to finish it in one go...but I still have some homework to finish...
Chapter completed!