Yun Song was disappointed with himself as well. He decided to go out to the barren land by himself. Using the sky as his blanket and the ground as his bed, he swore to break through to Extreme Dao.
A hundred years later …
Soon, a white-haired old man with a medicine basket appeared beside the dark red sword.
Whoosh …!!!
The young man looked at the words on the monitor, impatience flashed in his eyes. He pressed a button on the top of the round monitor.
"This is?!" Yun Song was startled. Suddenly, a red light flashed in his eyes.
His palm left two clear handprints on the stone pillar.
The wind was howling. The entire cliff and the forest was covered in a world of white snow.
The young man sat down with his legs crossed. He calmly looked at the forest below the cliff.
All kinds of people and animals came and left.
On the flat surface of the cliff, there was a clear sound of someone stepping on the snow.
"What's going on?" Yun Song frowned even harder.
At the tip of the triangular cliff, a dark red cross-shaped sword fell from the sky. It spun like a red wheel and stabbed into the side of the cliff.
Yun Song was also very passionate about Extreme Dao. He practiced martial arts with a Martial Master to build his foundation. Unfortunately, he was not talented enough. Five years had passed, and he only had some external strength. His body was strong. Unfortunately, he still could not break through to Extreme Dao according to the Martial Master's expectation.
Time passed slowly. Day and night passed. Winter came and went. The cliff was covered with a thick layer of snow. Then, it slowly melted. Soon, it was covered with snow again.
"It's over there. Go see for yourself." The old man pointed at the red sword on the cliff.
Gradually, the entire surface of the metal part of the sword was covered with black dirt. It completely turned into a dark brown stone pillar. A stone pillar shaped like a long sword.
Two men and a woman dug around the red sword for a long time. They only managed to dig out a little bit of black dirt. Finally, they became impatient. When the sky was getting dark, they left unwillingly.
"I don't know who purposely read too many novels and stabbed the sword here. Never mind, stop playing. Let's go back."
A woman's anxious voice came from the monitor.
Whoosh …
The red sword was covered with layers of black dust, forming a hard sword-shaped shell. The entire sword was getting thicker and bigger.
Suddenly, a sharp sound came from the youth's waist.
He let go of his hand and stood up straight. He stretched his arms forward, and with a crack, a layer of black ash was blown away by the wind. It was the dirt on his clothes from climbing the mountain.
He looked straight ahead of the cliff. On the horizon of the vast sea of trees, a pale golden sun was slowly rising.
The three youths immediately cheered and rushed towards the strange sword stuck in the ground.
He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword. He tried to pull it out, but there was no reaction at all.
No one else came here. The sword-shaped stone pillar grew thicker and thicker until it looked no different from an ordinary stone pillar. Its entire shape was covered in layers of dust, and no sword shape could be seen anymore.
The young man took a deep breath and slowly exhaled according to the rhythm of nine breaths. A wisp of white gas slowly came out of his mouth.
After the young man shook off the dust, he stood next to the stone pillar and began to practice his fists one after another. His movements were slow and powerful, as if there were two heavy objects hanging on his hands. His movements were steady and natural. His footsteps were light and agile, like an old ape deep in the mountains.
Suddenly, the sword trembled. A red light flew out of the sword hilt and flew towards the sky, disappearing in a flash.
The three of them surrounded the red sword and began to use their shovels to dig away the surrounding rocks. However, after trying for a long time, there was no effect. The rocks here were abnormally hard. The red sword had fallen from an unknown height, but it could only cut so deep. It was not something that their metal tools could dig.
A gentle breeze blew past, and the sea of trees surged. A group of blue birds flew out of the forest and soared into the distance.
Unknowingly, time passed quickly. Another hundred years had passed …
In the beginning, there were many people, and there would be a wave every year. Suddenly, no one came here for a period of time.
Cha … Cha … Cha …
"I don't know. Anyway, it's safest for you to stay outside! Remember! Go and don't come back! Before I find out the situation! "The woman's voice was cut off.
"Legend has it that a Knight-level expert can move unimpeded with thousands of men and horses. Even the hardest rock and metal can be easily crushed with a wave of their hands. It's a pity … Now that the Ultimate Path has declined, an individual's strength cannot be compared to a group's strength … No matter how strong an individual is, it can't be compared to a gun … "
In the middle of a vast and lush sea of trees, a huge yellowish-brown cliff stood quietly. It looked like a triangular cake that had been cut out. The cliff was located alone in the depths of the green sea of trees. Wisps of white mist floated around it.
"Grandpa Matu, the strange sword you mentioned is up there?" A young girl asked curiously.
Many years had passed.
The young man looked unusually tired, but his black eyes were unusually bright and firm. He had an unusually strong body. He had just climbed up from the edge of the cliff and turned over to lie on the ground, gasping for breath.
The surface of the black stone pillar was also covered with dark green moss. A few tender green plants slowly bloomed on it, bore seeds, and then withered.
Clang!
Flocks of birds would occasionally land on the stone pillar, and sometimes monkeys would climb up.
Next to the long sword, waves of people came and went.
Wu Shi only had one daughter, and she was very nice to him. She almost put all of her dreams of finding the Ultimate Path on her son.
As the war machines such as cannons, tanks, and airplanes became more and more powerful, the individual's strength became smaller and smaller in this environment. Until now, it had become a fitness program.
The red light in his eyes was getting brighter and brighter.
Yun Song suddenly felt annoyed. He turned off the communicator, put it back into the leather case, and put it back.
Three or four people climbed up from the cliff. One of them was the old herb gatherer who had been here before, and the other three were young men and women wearing tight-fitting dark green clothes. They were about seventeen or eighteen years old.
Hum!
On the triangular cliff, herb gatherers, tourists, mountain climbing enthusiasts, soldiers in dark green uniforms and fugitives had also come here. Some people had even died on the top of the cliff.
On the edge of the dark brown cliff, a black-haired young man in black sportswear was struggling to climb up the cliff using a thick rope.
"There's a sword here?" The old man carried a medicine basket, walked to the dark red cross sword, and squatted down to take a closer look. "This is Green Leaf Summit. Who else would come here except for herb gatherers? Could it be those mountain climbers? "
Yun Song stood there and let the sword stab into his head. Suddenly, everything returned to normal.
The old man murmured. He noticed that the surface of the sword was covered with dark red rust, and the hilt was covered with green moss.
Suddenly, he swung his arms and slammed them against the only black stone pillar.
With a crisp sound, more than half of the sword blade was inserted into the cliff, leaving only the hilt exposed. The hilt was a strange black and red scorpion, which looked very scary.
Thinking about this, Yun Song took a deep breath and carefully touched the two handprints he had made on the stone pillar.
The ground started to shake. The red sword flew out, turned into a red line, and went straight for Yun Song's forehead.
"That's true. This kind of craftsmanship and level of newness can only be made by people nowadays. Someone must be playing a nasty joke here."
Beep …
Hiss …
He walked to the stone pillar and looked down at the forest.
"Yun Song, did you get yourself into trouble? There are actually people from the army looking for you everywhere! The entire hotel had been turned upside down! Stay outside and don't come back! Don't come back! "
"It's so deep!" The old man shook his head. "Weird …" He was speaking the Chaos language.
This place was very high above sea level and rarely visited by humans. Only once in many years would there be signs of human habitation.
He was an orphan. When he was ten years old, he was adopted by an old martial arts master. He lived in a declining martial arts school and became the son of the old martial arts master.
He frowned and took off a black leather holster from his belt. Inside the holster was a round monitor with a line of Chaos language in black and white.
Yun Song was shocked. He hurriedly stepped back. Every two steps, the stone pillar would collapse, revealing a red sword stuck in the ground.
* * *
The old man hesitated for a while beside the red sword. It was getting dark, and he finally left.
The top of the cliff was flat and covered with dark brown moss.
Suddenly, there was a whistling sound in the gloomy gray sky.
The sword pierced into Yun Song's eyebrows like a bottomless pit. The whole sword went into Yun Song's eyebrows from head to tail, leaving a black and red scorpion mark.
Suddenly, layers of rocks began to fall from the surface of the stone pillar. Layer by layer, the entire stone pillar began to disintegrate its outer shell.
The young man slowly let out a breath, stood up straight, and closed his eyes.
In today's society, individual Ji Dao was no longer the mainstream. Guns that used Blue Fluorite as an energy source were the main force. Even a Knight-level powerhouse who had just entered Ji Dao could only surrender when faced with more than three guns.
After more than ten days of alternating night and day, on a bright and sunny morning.
As the young man punched again and again, steam rose from the top of his head.
He was sweating all over, and his skin was slightly dark. His facial features looked normal, but when they were combined, they looked ugly.
"Bang!"
The martial arts master was disappointed. Fortunately, after he adopted Yun Song, he took in two more apprentices, a boy and a girl. He was much better than Yun Song. Although he didn't enter the Extreme Dao, he was much stronger than before.
"This is the Peak of Green Leaf? It's far from the main peak of Andi Mountains … "The young man shook his head in disappointment. He stood up and walked straight to the only black stone pillar in front of him.
Spring passed and winter came … Waves of people came and went. Many people tried to dig out the sword, but to no avail.
"It's been three years … From Mount Guramia to here … I didn't slack off at all, but I still couldn't make the last step and enter the realm of the legendary knight …"
The sword-shaped stone pillar gradually turned from a legend to a legend, and then it was completely forgotten.
The spring sun was pale golden, and it shined evenly on the surface of the cliff. It was bright but not too hot.
"It's a shame that I can't witness the glorious era of the Extreme Dao masters in Mingta …"
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