Between a vast sea of lush trees, a huge yellow-brown cliff stands quietly, like a triangular cake cut out separately, and the cliff is lonely in the depths of the sea of green trees. Wisps of white clouds floated around.

The top of the cliff is flat and covered with black-brown moss.

Call!!!

Suddenly there was a whistling sound in the gloomy gray sky.

At the tip of the triangular cliff, a dark red cross sword fell from the sky, spinning like a red wheel, and slammed into the edge of the cliff.

Qiang!!

With a crisp sound, most of the sword blade was slammed diagonally into the cliff, leaving only a piece of the hilt exposed. The hilt gauntlet was a coiled black-red scorpion that looked unusually hideous.

Suddenly, the sword body shook instantly, and a little red light flew out of the hilt, flying towards the sky, and it disappeared in a flash.

Time passes slowly, day and night alternate, spring turns to winter, and the cliffs are covered with a thick layer of snow, and then slowly melts. It didn't take long for it to be covered with snow again.

Click

The wind whined, and the entire cliff and the sea of trees were completely plunged into a world of snow.

On the plane of the cliff top, there is a clear sound of stepping on the snow, which continues to sound rhythmically.

Soon, a white-haired old man with a medicine basket appeared next to the dark red long sword.

"There's a sword here?" the old man walked over to the dark red cross sword, carrying the half-filled medicine basket on his back, and crouched down to examine it carefully. "This is the top of the green leaves, who else is here but the medicine pickers? Could it be the mountain climbers?"

The old man muttered under his breath, noticing that the surface of the cross sword was covered in black-red rust, and the hilt was covered with green moss.

He reached out and grabbed the hilt of his sword, pulling it down vigorously, completely unresponsive.

"It's so deep!" the old man shook his head, "weird" The language in his mouth was actually a clear chaotic language.

He hesitated for a moment beside the red sword. It was getting dark, 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 none other than the old man who had come before, and the other three were young men and women dressed in tight black and green clothes. He was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Grandpa Mattu, the strange sword you spoke of is right here?" asked a young girl curiously.

"It's there, go see for yourselves. The old man pointed to the red sword on the edge of the cliff in the distance.

The three young men burst into cheers. All of them rushed to the strange sword that was stuck upside down on the ground.

The three of them surrounded the red sword and began to use shovels to try to dig up the rocks around them, but after a long time of trying to no avail. The rocks here are unusually hard. The red sword fell from the sky at an unknown height, and it could only cut into such a deep depth, which was not at all something that their metal tools could dig through.

"I don't know who deliberately read too many novels, deliberately inserted a sword here, forget it, don't play, go back. ”

"Also, this workmanship and newness. Only the current people can make it, and I guess who is playing a bad joke here. ”

Two men and a woman dug around the red sword for a long time, only digging out a little moss and black soil on the surface. Finally became impatient, until the sky gradually darkened, and then he was unwilling to leave.

Spring goes to winter, and waves of people who come to watch the strange sword come and go. Many people tried to dig up the strange sword, but there was no way.

I don't know how many years have passed.

The red longsword was covered with layers of black ash with countless dust, forming a hard sword-shaped shell. The entire sword body is getting thicker and bigger.

Gradually, the entire surface of the metal part of the long sword was covered by black gray and black soil, and the shape completely turned into a black-brown stone pillar, a stone pillar with a surface shaped like a long sword.

The surface of the black stone pillar was also covered with dark green moss, and several young green plants slowly flowered, bore fruit, and then withered on it.

On the edge of the long sword, waves of people came and went.

In the beginning, there were still a lot of people, and every year there was a wave of people, and suddenly for a while, no one came here again.

The sword-shaped stone pillar gradually turned from rumor to history, then to legend, and finally to complete oblivion.

No one came here anymore, and the sword-shaped stone pillars became thicker and thicker, and they became no different from ordinary stone pillars. The entire shape was covered in layers of dust, and no sword shape could be seen anymore.

On the triangular stone cliff, medicine pickers, tourists, some mountain climbers have also come, and occasionally soldiers and fugitives in dark green uniforms have also come, and even some people have died on the top of the cliff.

Flocks of birds occasionally come to rest on the pillars, and sometimes monkeys climb up.

All sorts of people and animals come and go.

It's so high and inaccessible that it's only populated once every many years.

Before you know it, time flies. Another hundred years have passed

A hundred years later

The spring sun is pale golden, evenly sprinkled on the entire surface of the cliff, bright but not overheated.

On the edge of the black-brown cliff, a black-haired teenager in a black tracksuit was struggling to climb up the cliff with a thick rope of climbing claws.

He was sweating profusely, his skin was slightly dark, and his facial features were normal when viewed alone, but when combined, they gave people a sense of deformity and ugliness.

The boy looked unusually tired, but his black eyes were unusually bright and tough. He was unusually muscular, and as soon as he climbed up from the edge of the cliff, he rolled over and lay on the ground gasping for air.

"This is the top of the green leaves, and it's not far from the main peak of the Andy Mountains," the boy shook his head in disappointment. Rolling over and getting up, he walked straight towards the only black stone pillar in front of him.

Walk to the stone pillar and hold the pillar to overlook the entire sea of trees.

The boy took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it evenly according to the rhythm of nine times, and slowly spewed out a bundle of white gas from his mouth.

He let go of his hand, stood up straight, shook his arms forward, and with a snap, a layer of black ash shook up and down his body, which was slowly blown away by the wind. It was dirt and dust from the clothes that had come up the hill.

After the boy shook off the dust, he stood by the stone pillar and began to punch one after another, his movements were soothing and powerful, as if he had two heavy objects hanging on his hands, and his hands were calm and natural. The footsteps are light and flexible. Like an old ape deep in the mountains.

As the punch was punched over and over again, a trace of heat slowly rose from the top of the boy's head.

Suddenly, he slammed his arms. Slammed against the only pillar of black stone.

Boom!

The palms of the hands leave two clear handprints on the stone pillars.

call

The young man slowly exhaled a breath of white air, stood up straight, closed his eyes and breathed slowly.

"It's been three years since I came here from Guramia, and I haven't slackened at all every day, but I still can't break through to the last step. Enter the realm of the legendary knights"

He looked straight ahead of the cliffs, a pale golden sun slowly rising on the horizon of a vast sea of trees.

"Legendary knight-level master. Thousands of troops are unimpeded, and even the hardest rocks and metals can be easily shattered with their moves. It's a pity that now the extreme road is declining, and the strength of the individual is far from being comparable to the collective strength, no matter how strong the individual is, it can't compare to a firearm."

The boy 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 noise. A flock of blue birds chased them up from the woods and soared into the distance.

"It's a pity that I can't witness the glorious times of ancient times, my Ming Tower Country Extreme Master"

honk

Suddenly, a sharp sound came from the boy's waist.

He frowned and went up from his belt to a black holster. Inside the leather case clasp is a circular monitor with a line of Chaos text displayed in black and white.

The boy looked at the words on the monitor, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes. He pinched a button on the top of the circular monitor.

A woman's anxious voice suddenly came from inside the monitor.

"Song Xiaoyun, are you in trouble?! There are actually troops looking for you everywhere! Now the entire hotel has been rummaged! Don't come back when you're outside! Don't come back!!"

"What's going on?" the young man Song Xiaoyun's brows furrowed even deeper.

"I don't know, it's safest for you to stay outside now!Remember!Go and don't come back!Before I find out!" The woman's voice suddenly disconnected.

Song Xiaoyun suddenly felt irritable in his heart, so he turned off the communicator casually, stuffed it into a holster and put it back in place.

He had no father or mother since he was a child, an orphan, and after living in the orphanage to the age of ten, he was adopted by an old martial artist, lived in a declining martial arts hall, and became the son of an old martial artist.

The martial artist has only one daughter, who is very kind to him, and almost pins all his dreams of finding the ancient extreme path on his son.

Song Xiaoyun is also extremely fanatical about the extreme way, and follows the martial artist to practice martial arts to lay a foundation, but unfortunately the qualifications are not good, and it is five years in a flash, and he only barely has some external strength. The body is also quite strong. But unfortunately, he still couldn't follow the martial artist's expectations to break through the extreme path.

The martial artist was disappointed, but fortunately, after adopting Song Xiaoyun, he adopted two more apprentices, a boy and a woman, and cultivated them from an early age. On the contrary, it surpassed Song Xiaoyun a lot. Although he did not break through to the extreme path, his external strength was much stronger.

Song Xiaoyun was also extremely disappointed in himself, so he simply went out alone, went to a desolate place, took the sky as the quilt and the earth as his bed, and vowed to pursue a breakthrough in the extreme path.

In today's society, the individual pole is far from the mainstream, and the firearms made of blue fluorite as the energy source are the main force, even if they are knight-level powerhouses who have just entered the pole, they can only be caught when they encounter more than three firearms.

As a result, the war machines such as artillery, chariots, and airplanes that appeared later became more and more powerful, and individual strength became more and more insignificant in this general environment. Until now, it has been reduced to a fitness program.

Thinking of these, Song Xiaoyun took a deep breath helplessly, and reached out to carefully stroke the two handprints he had just made on the stone pillar.

Suddenly, the surface of the stone pillar began to fall down layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer, and the entire stone pillar began to scatter layers of stone shell.

Song Xiaoyun was startled, and retreated sharply, and every time he took two steps back, he saw that the stone pillar had almost completely collapsed, revealing a red sword inserted in the ground.

"This is?!" Song Xiaoyun was slightly stunned, and suddenly a trace of red light flashed in his eyes.

Airplanes!!

The ground began to shake violently, and the red long sword flew out upside down with a snort, turning into a red line, and stabbing straight at Song Xiaoyun's forehead.

hiss

The sword body pierced into the center of the eyebrows like lightning, as if drilling into a bottomless pit, and the entire red sword was all from beginning to end, drilling into the center of Song Xiaoyun's eyebrows, leaving only a black and red scorpion mark slowly flickering.

Song Xiaoyun stood in place, letting the long sword stab into his head, and in an instant, everything returned to calm.

The red light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, more and more harsh. (To be continued.) )