let go of my anne

It's still raining.

The sound of neat footsteps had stopped, and Monkey King and Master Yi were tightly surrounded in a very small encirclement.

There is no way back, no way to escape.

The silent blade was raised, and the neat movements were brushed together 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 leaned the copper-yellow giant stick on the ground, and stood tall, that proud aura seemed to have returned to the Heavenly Palace, the Yunxiao Palace in a trance.

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

Exhale... inhale... exhale... The raindrops slipped from the bridge of the nose under the black cap and dripped on the ground.

"Tick tock -" a drop.

"drop--"

Out of the knife. "Swipe-swipe--" Countless silent long knives slashed out neatly, tearing through the dense rain curtain, and creating crisp echoes in the air.

The shadows of knives slashed at the two surrounded people from all directions, sealing off any possible escape corner.

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

Seeing that he was being cut into flesh, just when the fastest knife was about to touch Master Yi's weird helmet——

"Hiss—" There was a sound of wind in the ears of every man in black, and before they could react, an emerald green light instantly passed through the gap that they exposed when they swung their knives.

The knife fell.There was nothing, no blood splattered, no stumps all over the ground, only the ugly low sound of the blade after it fell into the air.

Master Yi, who was supposed to be dismembered by knives, was standing outside the crowd at this moment. Until now, the rain on his sword was mixed with a streak of blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

"Tick."

"Plop—" The more than 20 people who were brushed by the emerald green light just now fell to the cold ground without making a sound.

And the Monkey King who was pierced by countless blades remained in place, leaving only a sharp laugh before completely dissipating in the air.

It was only at this moment that the swordsmen in black came to their senses, and hurriedly stepped forward to form a new formation, but only heard a loud roar: "Take a stick from my grandson! Ah——"

A sharp roar appeared in vain from the boundless rain curtain, and a copper-yellow giant stick, like a dragon entering the sea, swept down the dozen or so people standing in front of him to the ground at once. The huge boulder made a crisp explosion like hitting the whole body, and then hit the ground straight, even leaving a slight crack on the dilapidated stone road.

Jiaolong's castration continued, and he continued to charge forward, and anyone who stood in his way would die.

The rise of Sun Wukong's killing, casually rotating the giant brass stick between his hands, dashing left and right with strange steps all the way, suddenly leaping into the air, exhaling a foul breath, the whole person transformed into three with a more ferocious movement. The posture rushed into the battle circle.

Those men in black with knives are no match for Sun Wukong at all. He is everywhere with a giant stick and there is no single enemy.

Except for the sword at the beginning, Master Yi has never made a move, but he just watched the entire killing field with his sword.

Watching Sun Wukong as if he had entered the land of no one, watching him smash everyone who was still standing to the ground with a sweeping force.

half an hour later.There was no longer a man in black alive, blood began to flow, and began to pervade the entire street under the washing of the rain.

300 people, all died.

Blood splattered all over Sun Wukong's body, and the rain washed the blood off his armor, but it was too thick to wash away, so Sun Wukong simply tore off the whole armor, and the rain became heavier , Sun Wukong opened his blood-red eyes, held up his blood-stained brass giant stick, and let out a beast-like roar. His body covered with fluff was exposed to the air, dripping with blood, like a world-destroying Shura.

This night, there are only demons, not Buddhas.

Master Yi did not dissuade Sun Wukong, who was faintly possessed by a demon, he took a step forward, and then started to rush forward like crazy, howling like a beast like Monkey King.Because, at this moment, he is full of murderous intentions, and he has long been possessed by demons.

Tonight, the last drop of blood must be shed.

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

As soon as the word "kill" was exited, the killing intent was no longer retained. The overwhelming killing intent separated the raindrops from the entire sky, and an emerald green sword light rushed into the pitch-black crowd like a shooting star.

first sword.crosscut.The long sword is like a knife cutting butter, and there is no living creature where it passes.

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

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

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

Then he laughed sullenly, and the laughter spread far and echoed throughout the long street.

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

Rain splashed down.The sword is like a dragon.

Second sword.Master Yi closed his eyes and walked forward as if walking. He dodged every killing intent and slid the blade across everyone's throat at the same time, but what he remembered in his mind was Ionia back then, the one with flowers and sunshine. The Holy Land, the hometown with beautiful girls and kind old people.

However, they are all dead.So, you too go to die.

"It's really sad." Master Yi stood at the other end of the long street again, flicking his emerald green sword lightly, with a pleasant sound like strings echoing in his ears.

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

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

Master Yi looked at the man who staggered forward, his voice was still immature, maybe he was not yet an adult, just a child, but he still charged so bravely, so resolutely, without fear.

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

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

"It's a pity." Master Yi stepped over the headless corpse and continued on his way.

Sun Wukong, who had calmed down, looked at the corpses all over the ground and just shook his head, while following Master Yi expressionlessly, without a single slack in his hands.

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Master Yi walked step by step on the long street full of acid rain. He no longer charged, but walked slowly like a walk.

The silent Texas assassination team continued their suicidal charge, still no one could touch even a single hair of Master Yi, and everyone who came within ten yards of Master Yi would be mercilessly chopped into two pieces .

Even if he managed to escape the severe slash, he would be smashed into a pulp by Monkey King who was following him.

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

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

cut.

cut.

cut.

chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop...

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

"Beautiful Ionia..." Master Yi swung his sword, and an emerald green sword glow tore through the rain curtain and cut off more than a dozen black-clothed swordsmen rushing forward. It fell to the ground like a broken puppet, twitching from time to time.

"There are beautiful flowers and beautiful girls over there..." With a forehand swing and a backhand slash, two emerald green sword glows rushed towards the other team in a cross shape, and were captured without any suspense. Crushed into a meat paste.

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

"I miss the joy of running on the boundless coast, 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 finally almost He was shouting, and the emerald green sword in his hand kept waving its emerald green sword lights, and finally those sword lights rushed towards the living people like a big net covering the sky.

"How I miss..."

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

There is no one alive on the long street.

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

The sour smell in the rain gradually faded, and there were two tall figures leading a Noxus assassination team of 1000 people, blocking the way up the mountain.

Master Yi glanced at Sun Wukong, who nodded, and then he turned into a green light and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant, heading straight to the highest point.

The two tall figures froze for a moment and seemed to want to chase after them, but Monkey King stopped him. He held up the copper-yellow giant stick and nodded at them: "Your opponent is me."

The two figures looked at each other, apparently not daring to underestimate Sun Wukong, one of them with a two-handed giant ax said in a low voice, "Let's work together to get rid of him quickly."

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

Sun Wukong swiped the giant stick, flew the blade, narrowed his eyes, and assumed the most standard offensive posture.

The rain covered his fur.

The night was darker.

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Second more.

Three thousand words chapter.

I wanted to write it all in one go. .But there is still work to be done. . .

nnd, I will write again tomorrow.Of course, if there is a brother who wants to read it, let me know, maybe I will update it after I finish my homework. .