Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

Qin snapped.

Obligation...

Qingye stared at the magic dragon, the mad dragon moaned and roared, the whole world trembled in the dragon disaster, the lead-colored sky was dark and dull, he only felt that this scene seemed familiar.

"I also want to join the Zephyr Knights. I mean formally join."

He suddenly said.

"You said I'm not qualified to be a knight, so I'm going to prove my qualifications."

"What?" Qin was a little surprised.

"I want to join the Knights of the West Wind, so I am eligible to stay here."

Qing Ye lowered her head, her purple eyes looked at Qin earnestly, Qin suddenly had an illusion that she was not looking at a boy, but was looking at something else.

From the ancient temple, from the narration of the wind, from the portraits hanging on the promenade, it was suddenly difficult for her to refuse this look.

He wanted to prove himself, so he stayed, for a knight, honor is everything.

Qin once heard the young man's self-introduction, such as "Mond Knights are in charge of the meal", which made Qin very unhappy, thinking that it was an insult to the ancient family.

But now?

When the magic dragon descended, those noble knights went to nowhere, but this foreign boy stayed behind even though he was covered in injuries.

There is no reason to refuse.

Finally, she said slowly: "...you are a knight."

"that's enough."

Qing Yedao showed his signature smile, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, it was the smile that belonged to a certain stubborn old man.

[Task: Join the Zephyr Knights (Completed)]

[Reward: Read memory fragments (no sequelae)]

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A little late... apologies in advance.

I was busy with some things in reality today, so my father seemed to be a sheep, and my grandma also had headache symptoms.

Volume 44: Chapter [-] Disgusting Déjà vu

"The wind from the west will take away the aroma of wine"

"The wind in the mountains brings tidings of triumph"

"The wind in the distance touches my heart"

"The rustle sings that I miss you"

Many memories came to life.

[West Wind Sword Art. Ten percent, 20.00%, 30.00%, 40.00%...]

The world in Qingye Fengyin's eyes has changed, dizziness dared to hit like a sea wave, and then dissipated quickly, he slowly exhaled a foul breath, and those massive life fragments kept reappearing in his mind.

He is still his, he is still Qingye Fengyin, but he just remembered some things from the past.

"Humanity."

He called the name of the system, "Is there no problem?"

Qing Ye knew that his current state was not good.

It is said to be a memory fragment without sequelae, but in fact it is only temporarily suppressed.

The wear and tear of memory has always been rooted deep in his soul. If this memory is not cleared, he will dissipate in the wear and tear sooner or later.

[Because of that failed death, after coming to Mond, the memory of the past has been haunting you, and you will never get out. I remind you completely, just to let you die completely and bury the past completely]

[Whether it's about the poisonous dragon, about Twalin, or about other things, your return to Mond this time is the end of this fate]

Was killed miserably.

"Huh..." Kiyono let out another breath slowly.

Xifeng swordsmanship, completely inherited.

Twalin let out a mournful howling sound, his wings skimmed over the clouds and hovered upwards, his cyan scales shone like metal in the dim storm, stirring up the wave-like haze.

Qingye Fengyin took Shenqie from his waist, pointed the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground, raised his eyes, and stared straight at the haze in front of him.

Qin feels that there is something different about Qing Ye, is it temperament?

Or something he already had.

If at first the boy gave people the impression of a lazy and unrestrained afternoon breeze, now he gives people the impression of a winter westerly wind that is full of wind and the sky is about to fall.

The boy lowered his body, pressed his slender fingers on the scabbard, lowered his center of gravity, kicked his hind feet tightly, and relaxed his shoulders—this was the posture of holding a sword.

In front of his sword is a raging dragon.

"You..." Qin wanted to say something, "I'm covering you to take refuge now, don't be brave..."

She spoke only halfway, then stopped.

Seeing the wind and clouds rising, Qing Ye drew his sword out of its sheath, he stepped forward on the tiled building of the tower, the wind passed through his body, his speed became faster and faster, the raised hem of his clothes was quickly crushed and blurred, It was as if he had melted into the wind.

"I'll hold it back, and the Knights will protect the people."

Kiyono said so.

This sentence is both strange and familiar, as if he had said it hundreds of years ago.

Tewarin obviously sensed Kiyono's approach.

It flicks.

The huge boulders and rubble raised by the magic dragon came head-on, Qing Ye lowered his center of gravity to the lowest level, passed through the ruins, turned around, and drew his sword out of its sheath.

Those rocks are fast.

The wind pressure accelerated them to an incredible speed, the boulder shattered in the air, and the huge volume was turned into countless rubble, and the sky was full of rubble, just like a torrential rain composed of sharp rocks.

If an ordinary person rubbed it a little, he would be broken and his bones would fall on the spot.

asshole.

How could he be so reckless!

Qin's pupils dilated slightly, and even senior knights could not catch such a dense rain of gravel.

She thought that the young man said he would join the knights and stay here, at most he wanted to help the soldiers evacuate the people, but she never thought that he would charge straight towards the dragon.

But Qing Ye's next performance exceeded her expectations.

Kiyono closed his eyes.

The world is empty.

Only the trajectory remained, the trajectory of those stones passing by.

Only dots and lines.

The combination of Fuxin and Xifeng swordsmanship created new sparks.

One is the highest state of mind of Inazuma Kendo, and the other is the highest swordsmanship of the Mond Knights.

He imagined the stones as raindrops, and the stones in the sky are the torrential rain in the sky. In the past, he also cut off a torrential rain in Mond City. He danced his sword in the rain, and his light sword passed through every falling raindrop.

He waited, waiting for the last moment, waiting for those raindrops to fall on him.

Then, draw the sword out of its sheath.

"That's West Wind... swordsmanship?" Qin murmured.

The west wind swordsmanship created by the young wolf Rustan is performed with a long sword held in one hand

There are only three points: [-]. cutting, [-]. slashing, and [-]. piercing

Kiyono made a horizontal cut with his sword, and the rubble he touched was shattered into two halves, brushing past his cheek, his speed did not slow down at all, his body let go of the oncoming debris, and Kamiki pushed out on the tile eaves. The flames along the way rose from the highest point of the beam and cut upwards. In Qing Ye's vision, another drop of rain shattered.

Tick.

This is the sound of raindrops falling on the side.

His speed is getting faster and faster, the afterimage of the gods can no longer be seen clearly, the sword light is blurred into the wind, countless raindrops are cut by the wind, shattered, and splashed on his feet. However, nothing can stop his steps.

Qin had never seen such Xifeng swordsmanship.

It has never reached such a state.

She is a hardworking swordsman. For 20 years, she has been studying swordsmanship day and night. Until the dragon disaster happened, she was still honing the West Wind swordsmanship, but she reached a bottleneck, which she could not break through no matter what, Qin knew. , Above this bottleneck is another world.

And all this happened again in the hands of a 16-year-old boy.

Something must be done, Jean thought.

She turned around.

She is a mortal, she is not a genius, but mortals also have things that mortals can do.

There are still many people who have not been evacuated, and many people are buried in the ruins. She really wants to go with Qingye Fengyin, but she is the deputy head of the West Wind Knights.Compared with the battlefield between geniuses and dragons, she has a greater role in other places.

To treasure the time this noble boy procrastinates.

She didn't know what to say.

When Qin turned around, her heart throbbed like a spasm, it was the knight's spirit spurning her again.

Huh... Ang!

The magic dragon was already furious, it raised its neck and let out a howling sound that was almost a roar.

In front of it, in the violent tornado around it, those heavy wind curtains were split, the mist expanded rapidly, and the clear wild wind whimpered through the fog, and slashed towards its neck.

Shenqie landed on the scales of the dragon, and the metal and scales collided to create dripping flames. The wound went straight down from the neck to the front chest, and the wound was very deep.

However, this is the limit.

Clear wind

It is impossible for Yin to defeat the Demon God.

His body is still weak, even if he picks up the previous skills, he still can't do more things.

The only thing Qingye can do is to give more time for the evacuation of the masses.

Twalin swung his tail and hit him on the chest. Qing Ye blocked it with his sword, and when he dared to touch it, he felt the tiger's mouth split open, the blood all over his body flowed backwards, his limbs were about to scatter, and he fell powerlessly to the ground.

He climbed up from the ruins with difficulty, and the magic dragon swooped down again to kill him.

——"Wind Yin."

Just at this moment, another storm composed of sword winds hit the unsuspecting torso of the magic dragon. The magic dragon suffered pain, lost its balance and deviated from the direction, groaning past the clear wild wind.

Kiyono turned around.

But I saw the little sister, the little sister who was quietly eating fish by the campfire and said that she would share half of her——Ying was panting heavily, her chest heaved up and down due to the violent running, and in her open palm, the wind element slowly gather.

Seeing Qingye looking over, Ying tilted her head, blinked her right eye playfully, and smiled proudly.

"Old Zongzi!" Little Paimeng thrust his waist, "Don't be so handsome by yourself!"

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"...the dragon is entangled."

The lady clicked.

"West Wind Sword Art."

Why is he here.

She stared at the young knight who was confronting the dragon. She still remembered that the young man was obviously killed by her, which should be the case...but why is he still alive?

That set of swordsmanship... She saw it again, West Wind Swordsmanship.

Familiar yet unfamiliar.