The morning sun is shining.

Looking away from afar, I saw strange rocks and rocks.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, I heard a rumbling sound, and then I saw a wave rise high, shatter in the air, and the mist in the sky fluttered and flew, and then dispersed by itself.

A wave falls, a wave rises again, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore rises and falls, for a long time, and it seems that since its birth, the sound of the waves has been there for a long time.

Since the waves are crashing on the shore, then there will naturally be a shore.

The cliffs are towering, the strange rocks are craggy, this is a barren coast, inaccessible, but under the reflection of the morning light, but see the golden light, doubly poignant.

Beauty and ugliness are always corresponding, and the uglier things are, as long as they glow with a touch of color that is different from the past, they can also become extremely beautiful.

This coast is extremely beautiful, but this beauty is short-lived, and it is precisely because of its shortness that it is so precious.

The cliff is steep and high, and there are many rocks under it, and it is difficult to see any traces of people even around. The reason why there is no one is because there is a man on this shore, a terrible and terrible person, and all those who break into this place are all in and out, and their lives are lost, and their bodies are sunk into the sea.

In fact, once, before, there were also people who dared to break into here, and these people were all famous masters, swordsmen, swordsmen, and even martial arts masters from all over Dongying.

But the fate of these people is the same as that of ordinary people, after they enter, no one has ever seen them come out again.

So, over time, this place has become a forbidden place.

It's been too long, maybe five years, maybe ten years, so long that no one has come here anymore.

"Wow!"

Another wave stirred up, and in the scattered mist, a few words suddenly appeared.

"Ruthless, ambitious, hard-working, hard-working, the best in the sword!"

Sixteen words, in a trance, actually flowed out a different brilliant brilliance in the morning light, cutting the water mist that was lifted, chopping it, splitting it.

This word, on the stone, on a boulder more than ten meters high, the stone surface is mottled and green, standing in the cold and whistling sea breeze, these sixteen words, every stroke, every stroke, are not chiseled, but by people with extremely terrifying knife skills supplemented by broken stones and gold, sharpening iron like mud knife, imprinted on it; Knife marks silver hook iron painting, vigorous and powerful, the word marks are even more castration, the edges and corners are hard, the edge is exposed, every stroke, is like a knife, an indestructible knife.

Since there are knives and words, there are naturally people.

He is the one who is feared.

And this person, of course, is also a swordsman.

The name shocks Dongying, and he is the immortal swordsman who is the first master of Dongying.

No two in the sword.

In fact, it wasn't his name, and his real name was long known, even to himself.

He loves knives, obsesses with knives, and places his affection on knives, and to be ruthless and ruthless, he has nothing, the only thing he has is a knife.

In the same way, others are stupid, knives are also stupid, naturally unwilling to be subservient to others, a person, only the winner, only the person who stands at the top, proud of the group, is valuable, the value of life, he wants to be invincible in the world, but also to be a unique knife, it can only be the first, regardless of his person, or his knife.

Therefore, he killed a lot of people, in order to be invincible, in order to seek the first, he killed under the knife without calculation, in order to be ruthless and ruthless, he even killed himself all with his own hands, his only disciple, invincible, also wanted to kill him and defeat him.

"Humph!"

On the surface of the sea, a muffled snort suddenly exploded.

At the same time, on the rough sea, a black shadow broke out of the waves, like a giant eagle with wings spread, rising from the waves, with a hoarse smile in his mouth, and flew out with him, there was a shark, a sea beast with a body length of more than three meters, like a weak baby at the moment, was brought out by this gray shadow, thrown high, and then landed on the shore.

Just as he was about to struggle, he suddenly saw that the gray shadow had swooped down into the air, and he actually fell straight down on the shark's body, reached out and grabbed it, and broke it open his stomach, and swallowed it with a big mouthful.

This is an old man, an old man in his sparse old age, with silver hair scattered behind his back, wearing a tattered and old Oriental samurai robe, and his face is wrinkled and full of black-brown spots, like a living dead crawling out of a grave, and his whole body exudes a faint rancid, musty smell.

But it is undeniable that this person exudes an unusual domineering and murderous aura all over his body, just like the scorching sun that is getting higher and higher, surging and scorching the earth.

The old man is not tall, but the skeleton is very large, the shoulders are wide and the back is broad, he is a little old, he looks a little lean, and his hands are full of muscles and bones, not like the change after the strength, but the five phalanges are thick, but the phalanges are slender, giving people a feeling full of explosive power.

He pressed the struggling shark lightly with one hand, and tore at the fish with the other, and he was not satisfied with the food.

But, just as he was feasting and enjoying the delicious food before him, his expression suddenly changed, and his messy silver hair rose up like a lion's mane, and he rose up like a halberd, and he turned his head to look behind him, although there was no bead in his eyes.

Yes, he was blind.

Behind him is the sea, the scorching sun hangs high, the floating clouds are thousands of miles, the blue sky and white clouds, looking away, but seeing the sea and the sky has become a line, the scenery is magnificent and moving, and the view is endless.

But the old man always looked at the sea and the sky with his blind eyes, as if he wanted to see the end.

What is he looking at?

Under the cliff, the waves splashed high from time to time, the wind and waves blew by the sea from time to time, and the sun was getting higher and higher, but the old man never changed his posture, still watching and waiting.

Finally, his old cheeks twitched suddenly, as if he had sensed and felt something, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, which was stiff and strange.

He had gotten up, and the shark below him had died at some point, and there was a fishy stench in the sun.

The old man faced the sea and the sky, he had held the knife at his waist, there was no name, the knife was a knife, this knife, it was called - "knife".

Until the sun rises in the sky, the scorching sun hangs high.

On the horizon in the distance, there is finally a difference.

It's as if there is an inconspicuous speck of dust that has fallen on the extreme eye.

But this dust is growing at an incredible speed, just in the blink of an eye, in an instant, the dust has become a black spot, and then, the black dot quickly became larger, into the size of a stone, and then the stone also quickly became larger, from the end of the world, slowly into a thin and straight figure.

This figure is walking slowly above the blue waves.

It seems to be a gentle pace of ups and downs, but under that figure, the distance of one step is actually reaching an astonishing dozens of zhang, such as moving across the air, when the foot rises, the person is still in the same place, and the footing is already forty or fifty zhang away.

Closer, closer.

In just a few steps, the figure had gone from the extreme eye to the closer, and the silhouette appeared.

But I saw that this person was thin and straight, carrying a wooden box, green clothes and white hair, and his hands were hanging quietly by his side.

"You,"

said that they were close, but the two were actually separated by more than 100 meters.

But just after the other party said a word.

On the cliff, the only two of the knives standing in the wind were already drawn out of their sheaths and slashed at the people who came 100 meters away.

In the direction of the blade, a layer of waves immediately rose on the surface of the sea, as if a gap had been opened, and it tore straight towards the man, and the sound of strange noises was like a beep.

"Good!"

And the man, too, finished speaking.

He said yes.

Hello.