The Wizard World

() Between a lush and vast sea of ​​trees, a huge yellow-brown cliff stands quietly, like a triangular cake cut out by itself, the cliff is located alone in the depths of the green sea of ​​trees. There are wisps of white clouds floating around.

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

call! ! !

There was a whistling sound suddenly in the cloudy gray sky.

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

Clang! !

With a crisp sound, most of the sword body plunged obliquely into the cliff, leaving only a section of the hilt exposed. The sword hilt gauntlet is a coiled black and red strange scorpion, which looks extremely ferocious.

Suddenly, the body of the sword trembled instantly, and a little red light flew from the hilt, flying towards the sky, and disappeared in a flash. \u003cLast winter, the cliffs were covered with a thick layer of white snow, and then slowly melted. It wasn't long before it was covered with snow again.

cha cha cha

The wind was whistling, and the entire cliff and the sea of ​​trees were completely immersed in a world of white snow.

On the plane of the cliff top, there are waves of clear trampling on the snow, constantly and rhythmically.

Soon, a white-haired old man carrying a medicine basket appeared beside the dark red long sword. . .

"There's a sword here?" The old man walked to the dark red cross sword with a half-filled medicine basket on his back, and squatted down to examine it carefully. "This is the top of the green leaves. Who else would come here besides the herbalists? Could it be those mountain climbers?"

The old man muttered in a low voice. He noticed that the surface of the cross sword was covered with black and red rust, and the hilt was covered with green moss.

He stretched out his hand to grab the hilt of the sword and pulled it out vigorously, but there was no response at all.

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

He hesitated for a while beside the red long sword. The sky gradually darkened, and the old man finally left regretfully.

After more than ten days of alternating night and day, it was a sunny morning.

Three or four figures climbed up the cliff. One of them was the old man picking herbs who had been here before, and the other three were young men and women in tight black and green clothes. He was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Grandpa Matu, is the strange sword you mentioned on it?" A young girl asked curiously.

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

The three young men suddenly cheered. All rushed towards the strange sword stuck upside down on the ground.

Surrounded by the red sword, the three began to use shovels to try to dig out the surrounding rocks, but after trying for a long time, it still didn't work. The rocks here are extremely hard. The red sword was thrown down from the sky from an unknown height, but it could only cut so deep, it was simply not something their metal tools could dig.

"I don't know who deliberately read too many novels, and put a sword here on purpose. Forget it, don't play, and go back."

"That's right, this kind of workmanship and newness. Only people today can make it. I guess who made a bad joke here."

Two men and a woman dug around the red sword for a long time, and only a little mossy black soil on the surface was dug out. Finally, he became impatient, until Tianqudong came one day, and the people who came to watch the strange sword came and left. Many people tried to dig out the strange sword, but there was no way.

I don't know how many years have passed.

The red long sword was covered with layers of black ash by 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 its shape completely changed into a dark brown stone pillar, a stone pillar whose surface was shaped like a long sword.

The surface of the black stone pillar was also covered with dark green moss, and a few tender green plants slowly bloomed, germinated, and then withered.

Beside the long sword, a group of people came and went.

At the beginning there were still a lot of people, and every year there was a wave, but suddenly for a period of time, no one came here again.

The sword-shaped stone pillar gradually changed from rumors to history, then became a legend, and was finally completely forgotten.

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

On the triangular stone cliff, there have been herb pickers, tourists, and some mountaineering enthusiasts, and occasionally soldiers and fugitives in dark green uniforms have also come, and some people even died on the top of the cliff.

Flocks of birds occasionally stop on the stone pillars, and sometimes monkeys climb up.

All kinds of people and animals came and went.

The altitude here is very high and there are few people on the road. There will only be people inhabited once every few years.

Unknowingly, time flies by. Another hundred years have passed. The day's sunlight is pale golden, evenly sprinkled on the entire surface of the cliff, bright but not too hot.

On the edge of the dark brown cliff, a black-haired boy in a black sportswear is struggling to climb up the cliff along a thick rope with climbing claws.

He was sweating profusely, his skin was slightly dark, and his facial features looked normal on their own, but when combined, they gave off a sense of deformity and ugliness.

The boy looked extremely tired, but those black eyes were extremely bright and tough. He was extremely strong, and as soon as he climbed up from the edge of the cliff, he turned over and lay on his back on the ground, gasping for breath.

"This is the top of the green leaves? It's far from the main peak of the Andy Mountains." The young man shook his head in disappointment. Turning over and getting up, he walked straight towards the only black stone pillar in front of him.

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

The young man took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled evenly according to the rhythm of nine times, and slowly spewed out a bunch of white air from his mouth.

He let go of his hands, stood up straight, moved his arms forward, and with a bang, a layer of black ash was shaken off his whole body, and was slowly blown away by the wind. It was the dirt and dust on the clothes from the climb up the mountain.

After the young man shook off the dust, he stood by the stone pillar and began to punch one after another. His movements were slow and powerful, as if two heavy objects were hanging on his hands, and his movements were calm and natural. The steps are moving, light and flexible. Like an old ape in the mountains.

As the punches were punched over and over again, the boy's head slowly rose with a trace of heat.

Suddenly, he swung his arms. It slapped violently on the only black stone pillar.

Boom!

The palm left two clear fingerprints on the stone pillar.

call

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

"It's been three years since I came here from Gulamia Peak, and I haven't slacked off every day, but I still can't break through the last step. Enter the legendary knight realm"

He looked straight ahead of the cliff, and on the horizon of the vast sea of ​​trees, a pale golden sun was slowly rising.

"The legendary knight-level master. Thousands of troops are unimpeded, and even the hardest rocks and metals can be easily crushed with every gesture. It is a pity that the Jidao is now in decline. Individual strength is far from being as strong as a collective force, and it is also inferior to guns. one shot"

The boy sat down cross-legged, looking calmly at the sea of ​​trees below the cliff.

The breeze blows, the forest sea is choppy, and there are bursts of rushing sounds. A group of blue birds chased and flew up from the woods, soaring towards the distance.

"It's a pity that I can't witness the ancient times, the glorious era of my masters in Mingta Kingdom."

beep

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

He frowned, and removed a black leather case from his waist belt. Open the button of the leather case, and inside is a circular display with a line of chaotic language displayed in black and white.

The boy looked at the text on the monitor, and a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes. He squeezed a button above the circular display hard.

Suddenly, a woman's anxious voice came from the monitor.

"Song Xiaoyun, are you in trouble?! Someone from the army is looking for you everywhere! Now the entire hotel has been searched! Just stay outside and don't come back! Don't come back!!"

"What's going on?" The young Song Xiaoyun frowned even deeper.

"I don't know, anyway, it's safest for you to stay outside now! Remember! Go and don't come back! Before I check the situation!" The woman's voice cut off immediately.

Song Xiaoyun suddenly felt irritated, turned off the communicator, stuffed it into the leather case and put it back to its original place.

He had no father and no mother since he was an orphan, and after he lived in an orphanage until he was ten years old, he was adopted by an old martial artist, lived in a ruined martial arts gym, and became the son of an old martial artist.

The martial artist has only one daughter, who treats him very well, and almost pins all his dreams of finding the ancient amulet on his son.

Song Xiaoyun is also extremely fanatical about Ji Dao, and practiced martial arts with a martial artist to lay the foundation, but unfortunately his qualifications are not good enough. After five years in a flash, he only barely has some external skills. The body is also considered strong. But unfortunately, he still couldn't follow the martial artist's expectation to break through the pole.

The martial artist was disappointed, but fortunately after adopting Song Xiaoyun, he took in two more apprentices, a boy and a girl, who were raised from childhood. On the contrary, it surpassed Song Xiaoyun a lot. Although he didn't break through and enter the extreme way, his external strength was much stronger.

Song Xiaoyun was also extremely disappointed in himself, so he simply went out alone to a desolate place, using the sky as his bed and the ground as his bed, and vowed to pursue a breakthrough in the ultimate way.

In today's society, personal extremes are far from the mainstream, and the firearms made with blue fluorite as energy are the main force. Even a knight-level powerhouse who has just entered the extremes can only catch more than three firearms.

As a result, war machines such as cannons, tanks, and airplanes that appeared later became more and more powerful, and individual strength became smaller and smaller in this general environment. Until now it has been reduced to a fitness project.

Recalling this, Song Xiaoyun took a deep breath helplessly, and stretched out his hands to caress the two handprints he had just made on the stone pillar.

Suddenly, stones began to fall layer by layer from the surface of the stone pillar, layer by layer, and the entire stone pillar began to shed layers of stone shells.

Song Xiaoyun was shocked, and quickly retreated. Every two steps, he saw that the stone pillar almost completely collapsed, revealing a red sword inserted into the ground.

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

hum! !

The ground began to vibrate violently, and the red long sword flew out backwards with a hiss, turning into a red line, and stabbing straight at Song Xiaoyun's forehead.

hiss

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

Song Xiaoyun stood there blankly, allowing the long sword to pierce his head, and in an instant, everything returned to calm.

The red light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. (To be continued.)