Located in the northeastern waters of Valoran, Ionia is a huge island, often considered a small continent by the living beings due to its size, this continent is naturally isolated, no one knows the origin of Ionia and the story of its beginnings, the only thing the living beings know is its extremely long history, and the countless magical relics and sacred relics. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The long history ~ geography of the heavenly harmony, derived from countless strong and the prosperous and rich inheritance of culture, from ancient times to the present I don't know how many incredible forces have gathered, there are many outstanding people and strong people, many magic and supernatural mysterious power but also let this island land produce a unique culture that lasts for thousands of years almost philosophy.

Like, who are we? Where do we come from? What is the meaning of life, all of these are pursued by the Ionian beings to explore and think, in this continuous exploration and thinking, Ionia gradually developed the path of will and spiritual cultivation, most people are convinced that people should live in harmony with nature, spiritual enlightenment and ideological progress is the ultimate goal of living beings.

This philosophical spiritual culture makes the vast majority of Ionians hate violence to solve problems and worship peace, and it is precisely because of this that the island is dotted with many temples, and the prosperity of temples and monks has passed on the culture and ideas here from generation to generation.

Whether it is the Tai Chi Double Dragon or the Ionian Dragon's Ouroboros, they are essentially expressions of this spiritual and ideological philosophy, telling of balance, peace and eternity.

Ionia has been neutral since its inception, has never invaded any country or region, and their government is very special, Ionia has a number of provinces, each of which is represented by a respected elder, who is elected by a five-year election.

Due to the strict selection mechanism of the elders and the pursuit of spiritual will by the Ionians, although there will be those who are ambitious and desired, there has never been a serious power struggle within Ionia for thousands of years.

The elders who have decision-making power are themselves extremely conservative and peaceful, and with this extreme and fixed idea of peace, Ionia has always maintained stability.

However, just a month ago, the peace of Ionia was shattered by countless armies on the distant continent of Valoran on huge ships, and Ionia, which had always sought peace, entered war and blood.

With the slaughter and artillery fire, Ionia, which had been peaceful for thousands of years, was retreating, and most of the provinces near the sea were occupied by foreign invaders, and they were attacking in the direction of the center of Ionia.

As the war began, Ionia continued to retreat, but there were also countless heroic powers, one man defeated an army, a single magic to destroy the vast expanse of huge ships, a sword to slash the wind to destroy the mountains and forests, this power shocked some of the careerists who had never looked down on those remote religions, and could not help but be afraid.

In this case, outside the hotel in a temporarily peaceful province of Ionia, a figure wearing a hat and dressed in black and dressed as a merchant stood there quietly for a long time, and as a light cloud in the sky moved away from the dawn, the figure stepped into the hotel, and the sun shone on the figure but did not bring any light, and was swallowed by it.

A moment later, in a room in the hotel, the figure walked in silently, reached out and plucked his hair, revealing a cold face, but his cold face was now frowning and his eyes were deep.

At this time in the room, another figure with a double knife that had been waiting for a long time slowly turned around the body standing like a rock when he entered, looking at the enemy in front of him who had the hatred of killing his father and destroying the sect, his expression did not change in the slightest, but his eyes stared at his deeply wrinkled face.

The two looked at each other for a few minutes, but they didn't move, and the cold figure looked at the two blades behind him and slowly spoke: "You are similar to my path, and your father's ideas are too weak, Ionia will be destroyed in his so-called equilibrium!" ”

The voice fell, and the room returned to silence again, and the cold figure turned to the window and said softly: "Caution~, I~ can give you a chance to take revenge!" ”

"......" Shen's expression remained unchanged, and he looked indifferently at the window, and his mouth was solemn: "You don't know what equilibrium is, you can only understand it as weakness!" ”

The cold figure's eyes flickered, and the black glow did not answer his concept, but said lightly again: "That person, he escaped from prison yesterday!" ”

"Impossible~!" As soon as the cold figure spoke, Shen Yi, who had a solemn face, subconsciously blurted out, and then his chest couldn't help but feel hollow.

And the cold figure glanced at his expression that had regained his composure, and continued in a condensed voice: "Your father's greatest achievement, once again destroyed by his stupidity, you know what that thing will do, only the two of us are qualified to stop him!" ”

Looking at Shen slowly closing his eyes without saying a word, the frowning eyebrows of the cold figure slowly unfolded, and a passage condensed by dark shadows instantly appeared under his feet.

When Shen opened his eyes and looked at the empty room, he took the soul blade knife from behind him and stroked it, Wubo sighed lightly: "Tribulation~, rules and chaos, light and darkness, the harmonious coexistence of all things is the true meaning of the universe, and it is also the true meaning of balanced existence!" ”

Shen and the robbery are seen in the hotel, on the road of the mountains and forests somewhere in Ionia, the blood is dripping ~ The sword corpse is lying horizontally for more than a dozen, and the surrounding trees seem to have been cut by the blade of a hurricane.

A ronin swordsman stood in the middle of the bloody corpse, although he was covered in blood and ragged, his whole body was uninjured and traceless, his eyes were deep and stared at the mountain road, and with a figure slowly walking in the mountain road, his eyes trembled and returned to normal in an instant.

The figure had the same makeup as him, but he was taller and burlier, his sharp eyes glanced at the figure of the ronin and the corpses of more than a dozen swordsmen around him, holding the scabbard with his left hand and slowly holding the hilt with his right hand, his steps were calm and powerful, and he slowly walked to twenty meters in front of the ronin, and asked in a solemn voice: "Yasuo ~ my brother, are you ~ ready?" ”

"Death only~ no big deal!" Yasuo also responded in a deep voice, slightly bending his knees and clenching the hilt of his sword before he spoke in confusion: "Yongen, I am only guilty of dereliction of duty, why did I judge my murder and send my fellow sects to hunt me down!" ”

"Yasuo, you will only get the answer you want when you defeat me!" The figure pulled out his blade with a solemn face, his sharp eyes also flashed with cold light, and he said in a condensed voice again: "Yasuo~, let my brother really see your wind swordsmanship, draw your sword!" ”

Hearing his brother's words, Yasuo's palm clenching the hilt of the sword couldn't help but tremble, his eyes closed slightly, and when he opened it, it was already bursting with infinite battle intent, and countless breezes were condensed around him, and the wind became stronger and stronger until the surrounding forest leaves rolled for a moment, and he stopped for a moment.

The hilt of the sword in Yasuo's hand suddenly flashed with a white light, and his body appeared in front of the figure, the blade slashing straight at Yon's face, and his mouth instantly shouted: "Wind-Slash Steel Flash!" ”

"Wind Slash ~ Break!" Although Yasuo has mastered the complete Tempest Sword Technique, Yon, who is from the same sect, also has a deep understanding of the Tempest Swordsmanship, and the blade in his hand comes out of its sheath and slams straight into the blade that slashed at him.

"Sonorous ~~Bang Ka~" The two of them fought each other, and the sound of gold and iron was constantly heard, and the figures also flickered and appeared from time to time in the mountains and forests.

"Bang~~" There was a shock, Yasuo and Yongen slipped and fell back, Yongen's chest was torn, and bright red blood oozed from the straight wound from time to time, but he didn't care at all, his eyes stared at the figure in the distance, and he suddenly held the knife and slashed forward: "Yasuo~ Quickly fight and decide, the wind will kill a hundred kills~ Chop!" ”

Yasuo's heart trembled, but he still opened his resolute eyes, ignoring the sharp scars on his hands, and slowly grasped the handle of the blade, his teeth biting deep into the ragged clothes and agitating the power of the wind to condense the convolution and fragmentation of the branches and leaves of the mountains and forests, and it was also an impact and slash: "Step forward and slash~, ah~wind-absolute~breath~slash, ah~ah~ slash!" ”

"Boom~~!" The mountains and forests shook and countless toppled trees and flew uprooted, gathering in the air between the two of them, turning into debris wood powder in an instant.

"Poof~~" A stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, Yongen's right hand holding the knife slowly loosened, looked down at the blade that penetrated through his abdomen, and slowly showed a smile on his serious face when the debris wood powder fell in the sky, and said with a smile: "Yasuo~, your talent in kendo is really stronger than me!" ”

"Yong'en ~ brother!"

Yasuo looked at his brother, who had been by his side since he was a child and never expressed anything, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and when he heard Yasuo's voice that he had forgotten for a long time, the smile on Yongen's face became even brighter, and he slowly reached out to hold his arm, smiled slightly, and instantly pulled out the blade in his abdomen.

"Poof~~"

"Brother~!" Blood spat out of Yon's mouth again, and the blood in his belly couldn't stop gushing out, causing Deyasuo to scream.

"Yasuo~~" waved his hand to block his brother's palm, Yongen covered the wound on his abdomen with his left hand, and picked up the blade he had just dropped to the ground with his right hand under the gaze of Yasuo, who was full of blood and gritted his teeth and clenched the hilt of the sword, and said with a smile: "Yasuo~, dying in battle is the glory that swordsmen pursue, you take my sword blade to wash away your guilt and shame, go and find the person who has mastered the sword art of the wind like you!" Although my brother can't help you~, I hope my sword can help you regain your former glory! Go for it~ Go for it! ”

"Brother~!" As Yon's smile and eyes disappeared, Yasuo couldn't help but cry out in grief, and even jumped into the air and raised his head to the sky and roared: "Ah......, the one who framed me, everything about my Yasuo will be washed away with your blood!" Ah~~~~~h

A moment later, the devastated wood chips and powder all over the mountains and forests that covered the once fought suddenly heard the sound of a continuous and sad flute, and Yasuo, who was standing lightly on the scabbard of the sword on the ground, was holding the bamboo flute and closed his eyes and played lowly, and the sawdust and stone powder stained on his knees slipped from time to time with the sound of the flute and the power of the wind.

I don't know how long it took, the sunset gradually appeared, the sky became dim, the sound of the flute quietly stopped, Yasuo put the bamboo flute back to his waist, touched the strange and familiar hilt of the sword, the fingers stiffened and returned to normal in an instant, the ragged clothes against his tired eyes, a wandering beggar alive, but he still walked down the forest road again with a steady and unwavering pace.

"The innocent ~ can sleep peacefully!"

A solemn and incomparably solemn word spread in the wind, and no one could listen to it, and it came with the wind to the place where the flute was played in the mountain forest just now, and a nameless and low grave piled up of rubble disappeared. (To be continued.) )