LOL: Let me touch your steel

"Zhang Xu! There are masks for sale over there! But... why do these masks look so hideous?"

Looking in the direction of Sarah's finger, Zhang Xu saw a stall selling all kinds of masks on one side of the street. However, most of the masks on the stall were hard to describe.

The mask placed in the most conspicuous position has two gorgeous horns on the top of the head, and the curved eyes make the expression of the whole face become an evil smile, the kind that will make people feel physically uncomfortable at first sight.

However, for the Ionians standing by, they were obviously used to such masks.

Seeing that Zhang Xu and Sarah both had puzzled expressions, Sheng explained softly, "Most of these masks depict gods from the legendary period of Ionia. This one that looks more evil is called the Killing God, and that one is called the Door God."

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Zhang Xu and others were immersed in the bustling streets, but on the other side of the street, a lonely figure stood out.

This figure was dressed like a swordsman, unkempt, but not at all dirty, instead giving off a sense of freedom from wandering around the world. And this swordsman was also very handsome, although it looked like he hadn't trimmed his beard for a few days, but this just added a different kind of charm. Especially the scar on his face, which made him look full of vicissitudes and stories.

With this kind of looks and temperament, in the previous life, he would have won the hearts of at least a bunch of young girls who were inexperienced in the world.

Swift Swordsman, Yasuo.

At this time, Yasuo walked aimlessly on the street, he didn't know where he should be, let alone where he was going. The War of the Stand was over, and Ionia had returned to its former peace, but he had no place to stay.

Gale Sword Sect?

No, he can't go back.

Although Elder Suma was not killed by him, he died because of him. Moreover, he had killed too many people in order to avoid being hunted down, including his own brother.

Ever since killing his brother Yongen, Yasuo has lived in pain and self-blame. Whenever he closes his eyes, the scene of that day will come back to his mind.

He stabbed his brother's body with the sword in his hand.

His brother died in his arms.

Yasuo looked up blankly, looked at the warm sun in the sky, raised his hand and caught a petal flying in the air.

Blooming Spirit...

For others, it may be a holiday to commemorate the dead and remember the deceased.

But for him, this festival only makes him more painful.

He didn't even dare to drink the spiritual tea from the spiritual tree. He didn't know how to face his brother.

Yasuo sighed softly, lowered his eyes slightly, and glanced at the longsword and wine jug hanging at his waist.

Ionia...it seems like there's nothing left to remember.

It's time for him to leave here.

Thinking of this, Yasuo sighed again and slowly walked out of the city.

But what he didn't notice was that behind him, an ugly-looking old man was slowly following him.

When Yasuo came to the edge of the city, the aroma of wine instantly lingered in his nose. Yasuo looked carefully and suddenly found an old man not far away, and two jars of wine in the old man's hands.

Yasuo, who had become fond of fine wine during his wanderings, was instantly aroused by the fragrant smell. He walked to the old man without thinking.

He wanted to exchange the two jars of wine in the old man's hand.

The negotiations seemed to be going smoothly, and Yasuo didn't even notice that the old man had already put a love potion in the wine.

The unsuspecting Yasuo drank the wine in big gulps, while the old man next to him showed a weird smile as if his conspiracy had succeeded.

"Good wine!"

After taking a big sip of wine, Yasuo completely let down his guard, his eyes slightly lit up, and he raised the wine jar and prepared to drink a few more sips. The old man's hands were already on Yasuo's shoulders. Under the effect of the ecstasy, Yasuo didn't notice it at all, let alone that the old man's face had become hideous, and hideous spikes had grown on his back.

Just as the old man was about to kill Yasuo, a sharp sword wind suddenly swept over and directly blew the old man away.

Yasuo remained unaware of this.

He has been completely immersed in his own world. Ordinary love potions naturally cannot do this. The real reason comes from Yasuo's heart.

He felt deeply guilty about killing his brother. Even when Zhan Ling came, he was unwilling to drink the spiritual tea and meet his brother again.

He is running away.

It was also because of this that he became intoxicated under the effect of the love drug.

The sudden figure stood between the old man and Yasuo, his whole body emitting a dark red light, as if he was in flames.

The demon-sealing sword spirit, Yongen.

Yasuo's brother.

Yongen glanced at the intoxicated Yasuo, and the face hidden under the mask seemed to be touched. But soon, Yongen withdrew his gaze and looked at the old man opposite.

Chapter 281 May the Spirit of Ionia Guide You

Azakana demon.

Yongen narrowed his eyes slightly, and without saying anything, he immediately rushed towards him with two swords in his hands.

This demon that feeds on human negative emotions should not exist in the world!

Yongen's figure rushed towards Azakana like a ghost, but Azakana's movements were more agile. He avoided Yongen's attack with just a flash.

Just as Yongen was about to advance again, Yasuo finally broke free from the influence of the spell and regained consciousness.

What came into view was a figure that looked like half man, half ghost. Yasuo had a preconceived notion that this guy was going to attack the old man who gave him the wine, and his body reacted subconsciously.

Yasuo moved forward, raised his sword to block Yongen's sword for the old man, and then exerted force again, instantly sending Yongen flying.

Yongen stood in the distance holding two swords, and Yasuo finally had a full view of Yongen.

The first thing I noticed was the mask, an...evil mask.

Yasuo narrowed his eyes slightly, swung his sword, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

This situation is just like that moment.

Yongen's face under the mask could not hide his sadness, but in response to Yasuo's question, he just said coldly: "I am not here for you."

As he spoke, Yongen vigorously swung the two swords in his hands and rushed out like a ghost. Yasuo was not to be outdone and also rushed forward with a sword in hand. The two figures suddenly collided in mid-air.

The blue and white sword edge collided with the dark red sword edge, and an astonishing gust of wind instantly erupted.

But what Yasuo didn't expect was that he couldn't do anything to this guy at all, and this collision only ended in a draw!

The two of them retreated at the same time. At this moment, Azakana finally couldn't bear his inner desire and revealed his true form.

The demon's body descended behind Yasuo, and its huge figure almost enveloped Yasuo. A slightly cold voice came out of Azakana's mouth:

"Su Ma's good disciple is nothing more than this. Your so-called reputation has brought him to this point!"

"If you abandon your reputation, all you'll have left is survival!"

Yongen's expression remained unchanged. He crossed his swords in front of his chest and assumed his usual sword stance.

But when Yasuo saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank. This sword style... is exactly what his brother Yongen often uses!

Thinking of the demon's whispers behind him, Yasuo finally recognized that the man in front of him was his brother whom he had killed with his own hands.

The nightmarish memory once again flooded into Yasuo's mind, and an extremely complicated expression emerged on his face, one of guilt... disbelief... confusion... annoyance... and regret.

Yasuo half-knelt on the ground with a painful expression, once again indulging in that terrible nightmare.

Yongen sighed softly, and did not say anything to comfort his brother. Instead, he pointed the sword in his hand at Azakana.

But what Yongen didn't expect was that Yasuo's "decline" did not last long.

Soon, Yasuo raised his head again.

But this time, there was only determination on Yasuo's face.

"I won't run away again!"

Yasuo held the sword with both hands and slowly raised it above his head. Endless sword intent instantly burst out from Yasuo's body. The endless sword intent turned into one terrifying gale after another. Yasuo, who was wrapped in the gale, seemed to be reborn.

There was no need for any words between the two brothers, not even any eye contact.

With the sound of galloping, the two brothers split into two directions and rushed towards the demon together.

Azakana is just a young demon. Apart from being able to absorb the negative emotions of its host, its own strength is not very strong. However, each of the two brothers has the strength to hunt down Azakana.

Azakana had no chance to resist under the attack of the two men, and his huge body seemed to have been wrapped in the blue, white and dark red sword winds.

Azakana roared in frustration, but it was of no avail.

Yongen swung the swords in his hands, and dark red energy instantly appeared on the two swords. Then, Yongen's body swept past like a long rainbow, and the sharp sword edge pierced Azakana's body mercilessly, throwing his body into the air.

Feng Chen...Jue Nian Zhan!

Seeing this, Yasuo's eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his sword and stepped forward, immediately connecting with the sword wind.

"Death is like the wind, always with me!!!"

The violent wind cuts off the breath!

As the blue and red sword winds converged, Azakana's body fell heavily to the ground.

However, Azakana was still not dead at this time. Yongen did not relax. He immediately stepped forward and grabbed Azakana's head.

"If the inner demons don't go away, I won't die..."

Azakana's voice had no effect on Yongen. The sharp blade in his hand with a dark red glow pierced into Azakana's head without hesitation.

With a surge of energy, Azakana's huge body instantly turned into ashes.

Azakana is dead.

Yasuo put his sword back to his waist and looked at his brother naturally.

"Yong En, kill me."

Death is not scary to Yasuo. What is scary is carrying the sin and living with it forever.

He hoped that he could die at the hands of Yongen, so that he could wash away his sins and atone for his sins to Yongen.

But Yongen also put away his two swords. Although he and Yasuo were half brothers, to him, Yasuo was his own brother.

How could Yongen, who has watched Yasuo grow up, bear to kill his own brother?

Yongen didn't say anything, just looked at Yasuo deeply, then turned and left.