night.
The moon is full. The fog is thick.
The waning moon is in the thick fog, the moonlight is hazy and melancholy, heartbreaking.
At a certain ferry in Japan, a group of pirates were swaying and singing loudly.
They completed a business without capital not long ago, and then they drank, went whoring, and gambled... They felt extremely happy and relaxed.
Today, they have almost spent their money, and they are about to board the ship, have a good rest, and then fight the sea again, killing people and stealing goods. .
One of the crew members said in a daze: "You bastard, why don't you light up the lights on the ship? Are those guys going to bed so early?"
"Hey, didn't we rob two women a few days ago? We went to the city to have a good time, and they were not idle either."
The Japanese pirate laughed lewdly, his speech slurred because he drank too much.
But the mad monk who led him suddenly had a clever idea, and an ominous omen appeared vaguely.
This monk used to work in a certain temple, and he was a martial arts prodigy. He had been practicing diligently for decades, and his Buddhist martial arts were extremely good. He was expelled from the temple for raping a prostitute.
Unhappy in his heart, he picked up his Zen staff one night and, taking advantage of the darkness, slaughtered all the 128 monks in the temple, leaving no one alive, and he became a bandit from then on. Because of his superb martial arts skills, he gradually became the leader of a group of pirates.
His original name has been forgotten, but because he was so crazy when killing people, he was nicknamed "Crazy Monk".
But he felt that "crazy monk" was too unpleasant, so he added the word "devil" after "crazy" and became "crazy monk". Normally, anyone who dared to call him a crazy monk would have his head blown open with a fist the size of a sandbag, and his brains would be splattered everywhere.
The crazy monk looked into the distance and saw that the entire ship was dark, the lights were out, and a vague outline could be seen, swaying slightly on the rough sea, like a lurking beast.
The crazy monk frowned slightly. There was an ominous omen in his heart, and the closer he got to the ship, the stronger it became.
But it would be too cowardly for him to turn around and run away without knowing what was going on. He just activated his full body of energy and was ready to run away at any time.
After waiting on the boat, the crazy monk immediately smelled the smell of blood, and then saw the corpse. The corpse was split into two, split in the middle with a knife, clean and neat, with blood and internal organs scattered on the ground. You can vaguely distinguish the shock on the face. His expression seemed to refuse to believe that he was dead like this.
"How is this going?"
"Someone attacked!?"
When the other members saw the corpse, they were aroused by the smell of blood and regained their clarity a little. Some took out modern firearms, some took out samurai swords, and so on.
"Ring... ring... ring..." A gust of wind blew by, and suddenly a string of crisp ringtones came to mind. But under the cold moon, it seemed like the screams of ghosts from hell, which made people shudder.
Everyone followed the ringing and looked over, and saw a lonely figure appearing on the deck at some point, like a ghost, a ghost emerging from hell.
This ghost was dressed in a warrior costume, but it could not hide his original cold murderous intention. A sound of wild hair fluttered like flames in the cold moon. In his hand was a samurai sword. A pair of silver bells hung on the end of the samurai sword, ringing in the wind.
The crazy monk looked at this man and felt cold sweat break out, and his whole body was enveloped by a huge fear.
He had never seen such a terrible person.
there has never been!
The weak light of the cold moon shone on the swordsman's face, and the crazy monk could vaguely see two sunken holes on his face.
"Is he blind?" A pirate who had not yet sobered up said two words that he should never say.
Bell~
The bell rang suddenly.
Leng Yue was still there, but a blade of light that was even brighter than Leng Yue flashed past, as fast as lightning. Grain coffin
The swordsman is still standing on the deck, as if he has never moved. From eternity to the future, he will remain unchanged, making people wonder whether the previous sword light was just an illusion.
And the man who opened his mouth suddenly had blood overflowing from his eyebrows, and a red line stretched downward from his forehead, passing through his nose, lips, jaw, neck, and finally disappeared into the middle of his clothes...
Then the man split into two halves, the one on the left generally fell to the left, and the one on the right generally fell to the right, with blood and internal organs spilled all over the floor from the middle.
"kill!"
"Kill him!!"
After a period of death-like silence, there was the sound of gunshots and swords being unsheathed.
On a normal day, this group of Japanese pirates would have been so cowardly and waiting for an opportunity to take action, or they would have simply surrendered, knelt down and shouted to Grandpa for mercy.
But they drank, and got drunk, very drunk.
Drunk people often do not care about the pros and cons and do not know the importance. A person who is clearly five feet tall suddenly feels like he is eight feet tall. A person who has no strength will feel that he is a strong man.
The crazy monk didn't move.
He was neither crazy nor demonic, he was just sweating constantly.
"Bell...ring...ring..." The bell rang, the light of the sword kept passing by, and corpses fell one after another, but not even a scream was heard. Just because the knife was too fast, too cruel, and too decisive.
Just a few seconds later, the people who had taken action earlier had all fallen to the ground, with their limbs and arms broken, corpses everywhere, and blood flowing everywhere.
The swordsman had already sheathed his sword, and "looking" at the crazy monk with his empty eyes, he said coldly: "After daybreak, I will use this ship to find someone. I wonder if you can handle it."
"Can...can...I...I can definitely..." The crazy monk was trembling all over, and his back was wet with cold sweat. He knew that if he dared to say a word "no", he would be split into two immediately and there would be no other consequences.
The swordsman turned around and walked towards the cabin.
The crazy monk asked for some reason: "You...who are you?"
The swordsman kept walking, and only a cold voice came: "Invincible!"
The crazy monk was sitting softly on the ground, as if paralyzed by fear, muttering to himself: "Invincible, invincible..."
Perhaps only such a name is worthy of such a master.
Man is invincible.
The sword is also invincible.
At this moment, the crazy monk discovered that there were several newspapers on the deck, and the front pages of the newspapers were surprisingly the same.
"The tragedy of Shanghai, the showdown between gods and demons - Tokyo Daily News."
"The legendary martial artist suddenly appeared in Shanghai. Who will win between the torrent of martial arts and the torrent of science and technology?"
"Martial arts on board! Martial arts on board!!"
"The Peak of the Divine Martial Arts, adapted from the battle between gods and demons in Shanghai, is serialized!!"
In an instant, the crazy monk knew what the swordsman called "Invincible" was looking for. He couldn't help but feel horrified and at the same time, he couldn't help but have doubts.
——This blind man can also read newspapers?
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