A full moon hung in the night sky, and above the vast sea, a small boat without any mechanical power floated and rose in the vast sea.

On the boat, there was actually a person sitting.

This is a foreign man wearing a black trench coat, twenty-eight or nineteen years old, with a resolute face imprinted with a kind of vicissitudes, a very shallow beard hanging on the side of his mouth, a very charming image of a middle-aged uncle.

It's hard to imagine that this small boat is floating all the way from the far western ocean, not to be precise, it is difficult to explain the power of this ship, it is obviously a very, very ordinary small boat, but sometimes it moves forward at a speed that can break through the speed of sound.

But now that it was night, the man didn't want to go at full speed, and he was almost at his destination, so he continued to let the ship drift above the ocean.

He leaned lazily on the boat, and on his left seemed to be a cross, almost a man high, wrapped in white cloth, and exuding an air of mystery.

On the right, there is a fishing rod, and these days, this guy is drifting alone on the sea, and it is on this fishing rod that survives.

As if another big fish had been hooked, the man sat up, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"After eating this last meal, you can go ashore!"

He grabbed the fishing rod and pulled it towards the sky, and sure enough, a fish more than three catties big was pulled up from the sea by him.

However, before he had time to rejoice, the originally calm sea suddenly shook violently.

Whoop... A shark emerged from the sea and chased after the fish and bit it.

“fuck。”

The man subconsciously scolded, and in the next second, his eyes became fierce and terrifying.

It was as if his sharp gaze had collided violently with the shark that burst out of the sea.

A second later, as if the shark had seen the most terrifying thing in the ocean, it obediently burrowed back into the sea and fled in panic into the distance.

With just one look, he scared away a shark, a foreign man who was too powerful to describe in words.

The man grabbed the fish onto the boat and skilfully removed the scales.

He then threw the fish seven or eight meters into the air.

The big fish was in free fall in the air, and the man instantly grabbed the cross wrapped in white cloth next to him and stood up.

The cross was drawn in a flash of light, but it was not a cross, but a sword.

A cross-sword with a snow-white body and a white glow, at least one and a half meters long.

This sword is so comic that it's like cosplay.

I saw the man holding the cross giant sword with both hands and waving it vigorously in the air, dazzling for a while.

It's like a world-class chef who is showing off his superb knife skills.

A few seconds later, the big fish of more than three catties was directly cut down to only a skeleton, and the fish meat was neatly sliced and neatly placed on the man's cross sword.

"Sashimi or something, it's the most unpalatable."

"However, this is the only condition on this sea."

The man placed the cross sword across the boat and put the sashimi into his mouth one by one.

At the same time, he didn't forget to take out a black wine jug from his trench coat and take two sips.

"The wine is gone, just after drinking it and going ashore."

After a good meal, the man burped contentedly, then put the cross sword into the sea, stirred it twice, washed it, and wrapped it in the white cloth again.

This cross sword seems to be a weapon in the man's hand, and at first glance, this thing is a divine weapon.

However, in the hands of this man, the divine soldier seems to be able to play a lot of different roles.

In the distance, an island lies like a huge monster on top of the sea.

The moon was still shining in the sky, and the man stood up, carrying the cross sword behind his back, pointing to the island in front of him, and a smile of relief appeared on his face.

"Crazy Ye, Lao Tzu has crossed the ocean to see you, you have to invite Lao Tzu to have a good hot pot."

As he spoke, the man stepped lightly on the back of the boat with his own foot, and the boat seemed to suddenly get on the world's top electric motor, like a sharp arrow, and flew towards the island in front of it like crazy.

This island is, of course, Alcatraz Island.

Since the last time Zhang Wei and the others besieged Alcatraz Island, Tang Kunzhong remobilized a Hongmeng brigade to garrison here.

The scale of this brigade of about 2,000 people is controlled by the sword king Li Moran and a group of Hongmeng super masters.

With such a defense, as long as the large-scale operation of the last time does not take place, or if there is no abnormally powerful martial saint to cause trouble, Alcatraz can ensure that nothing goes wrong.

In fact, after Zhang Wei and their entire army were wiped out last time, now looking at the whole hot summer, except for the official, it seems that no one can gather so many people anymore to threaten Hongmeng.

And Hongmeng is an official organization.

As for the Martial Saints, now the entire Yanxia martial arts world is respected by Hongmeng, and there are only a few Martial Saints, it seems that most of them are in Hongmeng.

In this way, it seems that even if this Alcatraz Island is not heavily guarded now, there will be nothing wrong here.

But it's a pity that today, a super martial saint from abroad came to Alcatraz Island.

The boat finally docked at a surveillance corner on Alcatraz, which was behind Alcatraz and in front of it.

The man looked up at the cliff in front of him, which was more than 100 meters high, and a confident smile appeared on his face.

He took out a bundle of rope from the side of the boat, and tied one end of the rope to his cross sword.

Then, he raised his sword and threw it towards the cliff on the other side.

This cross sword is really a diversified weapon, a powerful one.

With a bang, the blade of the cross sword sank into the stone wall, and the man whistled, pulled the rope, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he jumped forward, and the whole person was like a peerless master who had practiced light skills in the movie, grabbing the rope three times and dividing five by two, and climbed to the halfway point of this cliff.

Finally, he grasped the hilt of the cross sword in one hand, and his whole body swayed in the air a few times, like a swing.

He looked up at the top of the mountain above, and after shaking it a few times, he borrowed the power of this cross sword and jumped directly towards the top of the mountain.