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- In the middle of a lush and vast sea of ??trees, a huge yellow-brown cliff stands quietly, like a triangular cake cut out separately. The cliff is alone in the depths of the green sea of ??trees. There were wisps of white clouds floating around.
The top of the cliff is flat and covered with dark brown moss.
Phew! ! !
A whistling sound suddenly sounded in the gloomy and gray sky.
At the tip of the triangular cliff, a dark red cross sword fell from the sky, spinning like a red wheel, and plunged into the edge of the cliff.
Clang! !
With a crisp sound, most of the sword's body was inserted into the cliff, leaving only a section of the sword's hilt exposed. The sword hilt guard is a coiled black and red strange scorpion, which looks extremely ferocious.
Suddenly, the sword body shook for an instant, and a little red light flew out from the hilt, flying towards the sky and disappearing in a flash.
Time passes slowly and day and night alternate. As spring turns to winter, the mountain cliffs are covered with a thick layer of white snow, which then slowly melts. Soon it was covered with snow again.
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The wind was howling, and the entire cliff and the sea of ??trees were completely plunged into a world of white snow.
On the plane of the cliff top, there were clear sounds of stepping on the snow, which kept ringing rhythmically.
Soon, a white-haired old man carrying a medicine basket appeared next to the dark red sword.
"There is actually a sword here?" The old man carried a half-filled medicine basket and walked to the dark red cross sword, squatting down to take a closer look. "This is the top of the green leaves. Who else would come here besides those who collect herbs? Could it be those mountain climbers?"
The old man murmured in a low voice. He noticed that the surface of the cross sword was covered with black and red rust, and the hilt was also covered with green moss.
He stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword and pulled it out hard, but there was no reaction at all.
"It's so deep!" The old man shook his head. "Weird" the language in his mouth was actually clear chaotic language.
After hesitating beside the red sword for a while, the sky gradually darkened, and the old man finally left with regret.
After more than ten days of alternating between night and day, it was a sunny morning.
Three or four more figures climbed up the cliff. One of them was the old man collecting herbs who had been here before, and the other three were young men and women wearing tight-fitting black and green clothes. He is only seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Grandpa Matu, is the strange sword you mentioned up here?" a young girl asked curiously.
¡°It¡¯s right there, go and see for yourselves.¡± The old man pointed to the red sword on the edge of the cliff in the distance.
The three young men suddenly cheered and all rushed towards the strange sword stuck upside down on the ground.
The three of them surrounded the red sword. I started to use a shovel to try to dig out the surrounding rocks, but it still didn't work after trying for a long time. The rocks here are extremely hard. The red sword dropped from the sky from an unknown height, but it could only cut so deep that their metal tools could not dig it.
"I don't know who read too many novels on purpose. He inserted a sword here on purpose. Forget it, stop playing and go back."
"Yes, this kind of workmanship and newness can only be made by people today. I guess someone is playing a bad joke here."
Two men and one woman dug around the red sword for a long time, only digging out a little bit of mossy black soil on the surface. Finally getting impatient. It wasn't until the sky gradually darkened that he reluctantly left in anger.
As spring turned to winter, people came and went to see the strange sword. Many people tried to dig out the strange sword, but there was no way.
I don¡¯t know how many years have passed.
The long red sword was covered in layers of black dust with countless dust. Forming a hard sword-shaped shell. The entire sword body is getting thicker and bigger.
Gradually, the entire metal surface of the long sword was covered with black, gray, and black soil, and its appearance completely changed into a dark brown stone pillar. A stone pillar shaped like a sword.
The surface of the black stone pillar is also covered with dark green moss, and several tender green plants are blooming slowly on it. Seed, then wither.
Beside the long sword, a group of people came and went.
At the beginning, there were a lot of people, and they came every year. Suddenly, for a period of time, no one came here anymore.
The sword-shaped stone pillars gradually turned from rumors to history, then became legends, and were eventually completely forgotten.
No one comes here anymore, and the sword-shaped stone pillar becomes thicker and thicker, becoming no different from an ordinary stone pillar. The entire shape was covered with layers of dust, and no sword shape could be seen anymore.
On the triangular stone cliff, herb collectors, tourists, and some mountain climbing enthusiasts have also come. Occasionally, soldiers and fugitives in dark green military uniforms have also come. Some people even died on the top of the cliff.
A flock of birdsIt will stop on the stone pillars, and sometimes monkeys will climb up.
Various people and animals came and left.
The altitude here is very high and it is inaccessible. It is only inhabited once every many years.
Unconsciously, time flies by. Hundreds of years have passed again
A hundred years later
The spring sunshine is pale golden, evenly sprinkled on the entire cliff surface, bright but not too hot.
On the edge of the dark brown cliff, a black-haired boy in black sportswear was climbing up the cliff with difficulty along a thick rope with climbing claws.
He was sweating profusely, his skin was slightly dark, and his facial features looked normal individually, but when combined, they gave people a deformed and ugly feeling.
The young man looked extremely tired, but his black eyes were extremely bright and tenacious. He was extremely strong and strong. As soon as he climbed up from the edge of the cliff, he turned over and lay on his back on the ground, gasping for air.
"This is the top of the green leaves? It's far from the main peak of the Andi Mountains." The young man shook his head with disappointment. He stood up and walked straight towards the only black stone pillar in front of him.
Walking to the stone pillar, holding on to the pillar and overlooking the entire sea of ??trees.
The young man took a deep breath, slowly and evenly exhaled it according to the rhythm of nine times, and slowly spewed out a bunch of white air from his mouth.
He let go of his hands, stood up straight, and moved his arms forward. With a pop, a layer of black ash spread all over his body, and was slowly blown away by the wind. It was the dirt and dust on my clothes from climbing up the mountain.
After the young man dispersed the dust, he stood by the stone pillar and began to punch one after another. His movements were slow and powerful, as if there were two heavy objects hanging on his hands, and his movements were calm and natural. The footsteps moved. Light and flexible, like an old ape in the mountains.
As the punches were struck over and over again, a trace of heat slowly rose up from the top of the young man's head.
Suddenly, he swung his arms and slapped the only black stone pillar.
Bang!
The palm of his hand left two clear fingerprints on the stone pillar.
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The young man slowly exhaled a breath of white air, stood up straight, closed his eyes and breathed slowly.
¡°It has been three years since I came here from Gulamia Peak and I have not slacked off at all every day, but I still can¡¯t break through the last step and enter the legendary realm of knights.¡±
He looked straight ahead at the cliff. On the horizon of the vast sea of ??trees, a pale golden round sun is rising slowly.
"Legendary knight-level masters, thousands of troops and horses can flow unimpeded, and can easily break even the hardest rocks and metals with every move they make. Unfortunately, now that the Ji Dao has declined, personal strength is far from being as strong as the collective strength. No matter how strong the individual is, it cannot be compared to firearms. "One shot"
The young man sat cross-legged and looked calmly at the sea of ??trees below the cliff.
The breeze blew, the forest sea was turbulent, and there were bursts of rushing sounds. A group of blue birds took off from the woods and soared into the distance.
"It's a pity that I can't witness the ancient times. The glorious era of my Mingta country's ultimate master"
Toot
Suddenly a sharp sound came from the young man's waist.
He frowned, took off a black leather case from his waist belt, opened the button of the leather case, and found a round monitor inside. A line of Chaos language text is displayed in black and white above.
The young man looked at the text on the monitor, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes. He pinched a button on the top of the circular display.
A woman¡¯s anxious voice suddenly came from the monitor.
"Song Xiaoyun, are you in trouble?! There are people from the army looking for you everywhere! Now the whole hotel has been ransacked! Just stay outside and don't come back! Don't come back!!"
"What's going on?" Young Song Xiaoyun frowned even deeper.
"I don't know, anyway, it's safest for you to stay outside now! Remember! Go and don't come back! Before I find out the situation!" The woman's voice suddenly broke off.
Song Xiaoyun suddenly felt irritable in his heart. He turned off the communicator, stuffed it into the holster and put it back in its place.
He grew up without a father or a mother. He was an orphan. After he lived to be ten years old in an orphanage, he was adopted by an old martial arts master. He lived in a declining martial arts school and became the old martial arts master's son.
The martial artist only has one daughter, who treats him very well, and almost all his dreams of finding the ancient Yakuza are placed on his son.
Song Xiaoyun is also very enthusiastic about Ji Dao, and he practices martial arts with a martial artist to lay the foundation. Unfortunately, his qualifications are not good. Five years have passed, and he has barely gained some external strength. The body is also considered strong. But unfortunately, he still couldn't follow the martial artist's expectations and break through to the extreme.
The martial artist was disappointed, but fortunately after adopting Song Xiaoyun, he took in two more disciples.??, a boy and a girl, raised since childhood. On the contrary, it is much better than Song Xiaoyun. Although he has not broken through to the extreme realm, his external strength is much more powerful.
Song Xiaoyun was also extremely disappointed with himself, so he simply went out alone to a desolate place, using the sky as his bed and the earth as his bed, vowing to pursue a breakthrough in the extreme realm.
In today¡¯s society, personal Yakuza is far from the mainstream. Firearms made with blue fluorite as energy are the main force. Even a knight-level strongman who has just entered Yakuza can only be defeated when encountering more than three firearms.
So that the war machines such as cannons, tanks, and airplanes that appeared later became more and more powerful, and individual strength became smaller and smaller in this environment. Until now it has been reduced to a fitness project.
Recalling these, Song Xiaoyun took a deep breath helplessly, stretched out his hand and carefully touched the two fingerprints he had just made on the stone pillar.
Suddenly, stones began to fall down layer by layer from the surface of the stone pillar, and layers of stones continued to fall down. The entire stone pillar actually began to shed layers of stone shells.
Song Xiaoyun was shocked and retreated sharply. Every time he took two steps back, he saw that the stone pillar had almost completely collapsed, revealing a red sword embedded in the ground.
"This is?!" Song Xiaoyun was slightly startled, and suddenly a red light flashed in his eyes.
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The ground began to shake violently, and the red sword flew out with a screeching sound, turning into a red line and piercing Song Xiaoyun's forehead.
Hiss
The sword body pierced the center of Song Xiaoyun's eyebrows like lightning, as if drilling into a bottomless pit. The entire red sword penetrated from beginning to end into the center of Song Xiaoyun's eyebrows, leaving only a black and red scorpion mark that flickered slowly.
Song Xiaoyun stood there blankly, letting the sword pierce his head. In an instant, everything returned to calm.
The red light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, becoming more and more dazzling.
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