When the river flows into the sea, the waves hit the shore and stir up thousands of waves.
The morning light shines on a towering cliff, with thousands of golden lights and rugged rocks, adding to the poignancy and beauty.
The cliff is steep and towering, with lots of rocks below it and almost no one around.
But many years ago, many people rushed to the cliff one after another.
All of these people are famous martial arts masters in Japan.
There are swordsmen, swordsmen, karate masters, ninjas... all the masters of famous Japanese schools have made pilgrimages to the cliff.
Their goal was simple, to challenge the peerless swordsman who shocked Japan, was not afraid of modern weapons, and was known as the number one master in Japan.
And their fate is also very simple. It can be described in one simple word - death.
Death is mankind's greatest fear.
Few people can face the fear of death calmly.
What's more, this is a meaningless death, a death without any value.
Over time, no martial arts master dared to set foot here, and it became a forbidden place, a forbidden place for death.
Wow! !
A heavy wave hit the cliff on the shore with surging force, reverberating like thunder and shaking endlessly.
And among the turbulent waves, there stood out an old man who was nearly seventy years old.
The old man's silver hair hung loosely on his back. He was wearing a tattered Japanese samurai robe and exuded a disgusting musty smell. The morning light shone on his face, revealing ravines and wrinkles. What was particularly terrifying was the pair of sunken eye sockets, which were so dark that it looked as if someone had forcibly removed the eyeballs with their hands.
This is a blind, scruffy, old man.
But no one can underestimate him.
His whole body was filled with a domineering and murderous aura that was completely inconsistent with his age and appearance. It seemed to him that it was not a dying sun, but a scorching sun that shed gold and stones, a sunset that was as red as blood.
Wow!
Another huge wave came crashing in, seemingly trying to drag the old man into it, and then crush all his bones with the overwhelming force.
The old man still stood motionless, but a sharp sword energy gushed out from his whole body, and his whole body seemed to have turned into an indestructible magic sword. It stretched across the void and had the domineering aura to cut through everything. The huge wave approached the old man only two meters away, and was forced away by the sword energy. It was extremely mysterious.
Suddenly, the silver-haired old man raised his head and "looked" at the sky with his empty eyes.
Thousands of floating clouds, blue sky and white clouds, a line between sea and sky, the scenery is magnificent and moving.
A black spot came from the distant sky, growing from small to large, and turned out to be a helicopter.
The helicopter flew over the old man and stopped at a relatively flat place on the coast.
A blond foreigner stepped out of the plane.
Foreigners are taller in stature, and this man is no exception.
But this person was dressed as either a man or a woman, wearing colorful clothes, purple lipstick on his mouth, and his fingernails were painted the color of blood. Based purely on appearance, it is difficult to identify the person's gender and age.
The foreigner walked up to the old man, bowed respectfully, and said in pure Japanese: "The Yin and Yang Envoy of the Black Dragon Society has met Mr. Daozhong."
The old man in front of him was the most powerful swordsman in Japan's martial arts world in the past - the best swordsman in the world.
With the rise of technology and the dominance of guns, martial arts has become increasingly declining. In the face of the torrent of steel, mere manpower seems insignificant.
The so-called martial arts masters, who have trained hard for decades, can only be knocked down with one shot.
Even if it were one step stronger, would it be able to defeat a machine gun tank?
For warriors, this is undoubtedly a change that has not happened in a thousand years.
However, some of the few top experts who are established in martial arts are still able to withstand the torrent of the times and stand on top of the world.
Swordsman Fuji is such a master.
This man's sword skills are so superb that he is not only invincible in the martial arts world, he is also invincible in fighting all over Japan. Even modern firearms are powerless against him.
Rumor has it that Swordsman Fuji once had a conflict with a senior Japanese general. The other party mobilized hundreds of troops and used various hot weapons to surround and kill the God of Swords.
However, Swordsman Fuji used his superb body skills and unparalleled sword skills to slaughter hundreds of soldiers, and their blood flowed into rivers.
In the end, Sword Chufuji cut off the senior general's head with one blow and hung it on a building in Osaka, causing a sensation throughout Japan.
"Ten seconds, give me a reason not to kill you." Daozhong Fuji seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time, with a sense of desolation and loneliness.
But for some reason, when Swordsman Fuji's empty eyes fell on the Yin-Yang Master, the hairs all over his body immediately stood up, and a chill rushed to his heart from the soles of his feet. He hurriedly said: "I know the whereabouts of the old evil god, I know the whereabouts of the old evil god The whereabouts of..."
"What!? He's still alive? He! Not dead?" The furrowed face of Daozhong Fuji showed excitement.
"Alive, he is alive, the old evil god is not dead." The Yin Yang Messenger said hurriedly.
"Hahaha, he is indeed not dead! Sure enough, he is not dead! Good! Good! Good! That's great!"
Swordsman Fuji recognized that the Yin and Yang envoy was not lying, and immediately laughed to the sky: "Good people don't live long, and bad people live for thousands of years. As the Fire Cloud Evil God, he was the number one evil master in the Central Plains at that time, and his skills have reached the realm of transformation. Of course he won't Death. I only hope that the gods and Buddhas in the sky will bless him with no disease, no disaster, good health and a long life. Only in this way can I defeat him with my own hands, cut him in the middle with a knife, and wash away the shame of the past!"
Looking at the excited and almost crazy old man in front of him, the Onmyoji couldn't help but take two steps back, recalling in his mind the few pieces of information he had investigated before carrying out this mission.
The most powerful swordsman in Japan. After mastering swordsmanship in middle age, it is difficult to find an opponent.
After that, he set foot in China and looked for opponents on that vast ancient land.
Big defeat.
Returned seriously injured.
The person who was defeated by the sword was the Fire Cloud Evil God who was known as the "Ultimate Killer King" in the Central Plains.
Daozhong Fuji suppressed his wild laughter, and his body suddenly turned into a gray shadow. As fast as lightning, he arrived in front of a sarcophagus in just an instant.
He was caressing the stain-free sarcophagus like a lover, with extreme tenderness.
As soon as Onmyoji had doubts, Ting Daozhong Fuji laughed wildly and said, "Congratulations, you can see the light of day again..."
With the mellow and pure inner energy in his palm spitting out, the sarcophagus burst open and turned into rubble, shooting out in all directions.
"Is that a knife?"
The yin and yang envoys were shocked and confused, and there was actually a knife in the coffin.
The knife was not out of its sheath, but the bone-chilling energy was already spreading out, making him feel as if his whole body's bone marrow was frozen, and he couldn't help but shudder.
"Yes, this is the sword." Swordsman Fuji picked up the sword in the sarcophagus. His old face was distorted with excitement. He made an exception and said a lot to a little person like the Yin and Yang Master: "This sword has no name, it is only called 'Knife', because there is no perfect name in the world that can match it. Therefore, it is only called 'Knife', the sword is its name, and only it is a real sword, an invincible sword."
Yin Yang made a flattering smile and praised: "Good knife, this is a good knife, I have never seen such a knife in my life."
Swordsman Fuji suddenly turned his head and "looked" at the Onmyoji with a pair of hollow eyes: "Since it is a good sword, do you want to take a look?"
The Yin and Yang envoy was startled: "This... if Mr. Daozhong is willing, I will..."
"No!" Daozhong Fuji suddenly shook his head again and said solemnly: "You can't look at it, at least you can't look at it now."
"Then...then I won't watch..." the Yin Yang Messenger said cautiously.
"You will always have a chance to see it in the future." Daozhong Fuji said coldly: "If I guessed correctly, it was Commander Black Dragon who sent you here. I have also cooperated with your Black Dragon Society before and I know your rules. Say. Well, what does Commander Black Dragon want me to do for him?"
Daozhong Fuji's character is domineering and arrogant, just like his sword skills.
If other forces knew about Huoyun Evil God, he would directly come to kill them.
If the other party does not disclose the information, they will be tortured in various ways, which is cruel and horrifying.
But the Black Dragon Society, to which the Yin Yang Envoy is loyal, is the largest gang organization in the United States. It is involved in a series of criminal activities such as drug trafficking, gambling, prostitution, and assassination. Almost 70% of all gangs in the United States are involved. Its annexation was unprecedented.
The reason why the Black Dragon Society is becoming more and more powerful is also related to the leader of the Black Dragon Society. This person is the Black Dragon Commander.
The Black Dragon Commander not only has extremely strong skills and outstanding abilities, but his cultivation is also at the pinnacle. Although they are not as good as the top masters such as Swordsman Fuji and Fire Cloud Evil God, they are still a small group of people who stand on top of the world. They are not afraid of ordinary hot weapons and have a cloud of masters under their command.
The Yin Yang Envoy looked happy and said: "Recently, people from the Rakshasa Cult have appeared in the northwest of the Central Plains, but they are extremely secretive and seem to be planning some major event. The masters of the Black Dragon Gang are being restrained in Europe, so they want to ask for a sword. Mr. Zhong will investigate on your behalf. Once the matter is completed, the Black Dragon Society will truthfully inform you of the whereabouts of the old evil god."
Daozhong Fuji took a marked map from the Yin Yang envoy and said coldly: "I don't even dare to lie to you."
"As for the Rakshasa Cult, I leave it to Mr. Daozhong." The Yin and Yang envoy bowed respectfully again. Although this person was neither a man nor a woman, there was no fault in his etiquette.
"You can go!" Daozhong Fuji waved his hand, with an impatient look on his face.
"Yes, I'll take my leave." The yin and yang messenger didn't dare to stay, so he took his leave towards the knife.
…
Yin and Yang got on the plane again.
The fuselage of the plane is quite narrow, and the yin and yang make the body tall. Every time I get on the plane, I feel a sense of suffocation.
But today, the moment I sat on the plane, Yin Yang let out a long breath.
The aura of Japan's number one swordsman was so terrifying that it made him feel like a wild beast, as if the opponent might open its bloody mouth at any time to chew and devour him.
The two sides talked for more than ten minutes at most, but the Yin and Yang envoy's back was already wet with cold sweat.
But once you get on the plane, everything is safe.
Even if the other party wants to kill him, it is impossible for him to fly into the sky and escape.
"What a terrible person."
The Yin Yang user wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked down through the window, but his pupils widened and he suddenly discovered that the sword in the sword had disappeared.
"Where has he gone? Has he left?"
Just as this thought arose, a gray shadow flashed in front of Yin Yang Shi's eyes, and Swordsman Fuji suddenly appeared in mid-air, parallel to the helicopter, with a pair of black eyes staring straight at the Yin Yang Shi.
But the right hand, which has thick joints but slender phalanges, giving people a very explosive feeling, is pressed on the handle of the knife.
next moment.
The yin and yang envoy saw a flash of sword light.
A brilliant, domineering sword light.
This was the last sight he saw and the most thrilling sight in his life.
The light of the sword forced the air away and struck the helicopter like lightning.
The semi-helicopter was chopped open by the sharp blade and split into two, like cutting tofu. The two "pieces" of planes hit the ground like meteors, making a roaring sound and causing a fire. As for the Yin Yang Envoy and the pilot, they were naturally smashed into a ball of flesh and could not die anymore.
"No one can pass over my head without paying a price."
The sword fell from the sky like an eagle, and the sword was already sheathed. The scabbard was pitch black, just like his empty eye sockets.
"The sword is not for looking at. Someone will die when the sword is unsheathed. What an honor it is for you to die under my sword. What an honor."
Daozhong Fuji walked slowly to a boulder that was more than ten meters high.
The stone surface is mottled green, standing tall in the roaring sea wind, and remains motionless despite the rolling waves.
Daozhong Fuji sat cross-legged under the boulder, put the "knife" on his knees, and touched the boulder with his hands.
The boulders are criss-crossed and covered with knife marks. The knife marks are painted with iron and silver hooks. Sixteen large characters were written on the rock wall vigorously and powerfully.
"Be ruthless and righteous, seek defeat with great ambition, behead with heart, and be sure to hit the target with the sword."
These sixteen words were naturally carved by Fujizaka. It not only writes the essence of the sword technique, but also expresses his ambition.
He loved knives, was crazy about knives, and gave up all the happiness in the world just for the sake of knives.
He has sacrificed too much for the sake of "the sword is indistinguishable" and for becoming the unparalleled sword in the world. In order to be ruthless and righteous, he concentrated on the sword, and even killed all twenty-three of his family members.
In the world today, the only people who still have a relationship with him are his disciples, who are invincible.
Just hearing this name, one can already imagine that this is a person who is also willing to do anything to be invincible, so he has become his enemy and rival.
Just when Daozhong Fuji was deep in thought, he suddenly frowned.
He heard no sound, but an inaudible sound of footsteps awoke him.
Swordsman Fuji can conclude that someone has come nearby, and he is a top player who is not inferior to the Black Dragon Commander.
His judgment was never wrong.
At this moment, Daozhong Fuji had made up his mind. As long as this person took seven more steps and entered a ten-meter radius of him, he would kill him with one strike.
Unexpectedly, this person happened to take six steps and stopped at the edge of ten meters.
"Uncle, I'm just here to ask for directions. I can't be so murderous, right?!" A clear voice sounded.
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ps: The fusion of the four worlds has been revealed in this chapter. I wonder if you can see it (maybe the timeline is confusing, haha, don’t worry about it).
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