Countless planes, the vast starry sky, the gods and goddesses, overlooking everything in the world, all living beings are like playthings in their eyes, in order to pass the boring time or on a whim, they will play a game of chess, play a bet, all living beings are chess pieces in their hands, like marionettes to be played with, playing with their short lives.

The gods in the eyes of mortals are sacred, solemn, and cannot be blasphemed, but they don't know that the high gods actually have greedy desires, the immortals and saints of the East, for those incense and spiritual treasures, will also fight each other, and the gods of the West will fight for their beliefs and positions, such as water and fire, good against evil, orderly and unruly, all for the sake of this and the other, all of which are exhausted!

God, too, has desires! And endlessly.

A plane......

"Light! Hahaha, do you think that if you exile me, the darkness will not exist? The darkness is eternal! Immortal! ”

"So what, there's no place for you here!"

The majestic figure surrounded by black flames was being shrouded in dazzling white flames, gradually melting and turning into nothingness.

The light looked deeply at the place where the darkness had disappeared, and the golden light flashed and disappeared.

Unbeknownst to Guangming, a black bead turned into a faint streamer and tore open the space and drilled in.

Xianxia Plane ......

A sloppy Taoist, lying on a tree humming a little tune, holding a gourd in his hand and taking a sip from time to time, his crossed Erlang's legs swaying, it was really chic and happy.

A black bead cut through the space, and it seemed to be interested in the wine gourd in his hand, and then the ghostly light flashed, and the space was torn apart and disappeared.

The old man who was drinking felt empty in his hands, and was stunned, and then he couldn't laugh or cry, which great power, made such a joke with him, asked his wine gourd to do, and went to grab the old man's purple gourd, isn't he fragrant?

Pirate World ......

On the ruins of the kingdom of Sizkear on the island of Kraigana, there is an ancient castle.

In the castle, a man like an eagle is crossing Erlang's legs, tasting the red wine in his hand, and reminiscing about something......

"Why don't you step back, do you want to be pierced in the heart like this?"

"I don't know... But one thing is for sure... If I were to retreat, the vows and covenants I had valued...... It's all gone, and then, never to come back to this place..."

"Yes, then see this knife, I will use the strongest black knife in the world, give you the respect you deserve, and report your name, little ghost!"

"Nonoroa Sauron!"

"Three Knife Streams, Mysteries and Three Thousand Worlds......"

……

The man woke up from his memories, took a sip of red wine in his hand and muttered, "Is it an agreement?" …… What a funny little ghost. ”

The man's name was Julokiel Mihawk, and he was known as Hawkeye Mihawk because of his terrifying eagle-like eyes, although he also had other names.

The world's No. 1 swordsman!

His Majesty the Seven Martial Seas.

Holding the world's strongest black knife, the supreme fast knife twelve workers, the black knife night.

Calm and withdrawn, he does his own thing, and seems to have no interest in anything except kendo and a powerful swordsman.

Challenge after challenge, constantly looking for the strong, defeat it and give a swordsman the highest etiquette, that is, death!

He will take every man who has fallen under his sword, and use his coffin-like boat to bring him back to this dark and gloomy castle, where the strong are and where the eagle is laid!

Outside the castle, there are dense tombs, which is his respect for every strong man.

Undoubtedly, he is powerful, at least in this world, the way of the sword has reached its peak.

He is also lonely, looking forward to the day when someone can defeat him and let him get back to his blood.

Mihawk got up from his lonely chair and stared at the tombstone at his feet from the top of the castle, wondering when there would be another one.

Yesterday?

Or the day before yesterday?

Only those he approves of can sleep here, and those foolish and arrogant frogs at the bottom of the well will only become food for crows.

suddenly

The pupils of Mihawk's eyes contracted, and the space in front of his eyes tore apart, turning into a black hole, enveloping him and the black knife beside him, turning into a black streamer and disappearing in a flash.

…………

The black beads passed through one plane after another, and the light became dimmer and dimmer, and there seemed to be an anxious voice inside the beads.

"Swordsman? really has a fearless and powerful heart, and should be a good heir. ”

"Damn, the power is running out, and if you don't find the right plane, you're really going to be cold,"

"Hey, this plane has a dark aura, but the god seat is empty? Leave it alone! ”

The black beads plunged headlong into the space and disappeared......