The boat sent them to the isolated island and left. Looking behind, there were smoke and waves, and the waves were churning. There were small black dots swaying on the sea. They were warships blocking the island.

This is a cage, a arena.

There are also many contradictions in the culture of Nanga people, or two sides - they pursue elegance and always keep the word "civilization" on their own, while they advocate primitive, barbaric, and crazy pursuit of violence and force. It is said that a good Nanga nobleman must "receive a tolerant smile even if he is offended by a ragged beggar full of stench." But in a blink of an eye, they can roar at the top of their lungs for the swordsmen on the duel stage.

Perhaps it is these contradictions that have led them to the center of the world stage.

The sea was humid and salty, and the tiny water droplets burst out with the surging waves. As a mainlander, the teacher was not very adaptable to such an environment. The half-day boat trip also made his internal organs a little uncomfortable, but this was just a small problem for a master of swordsmanship.

The teacher walked at the end and looked at the other nine people holding the sword.

Among the nine people, Ye Qing's top "swordsman", but not all the top "swordsman" came here, about two-thirds of them came. Ye Qing's official needs someone to support the world competition, and he can't let all the top players come and die. As a result, as soon as the World Championship started, Ye Qing couldn't even beat the team of his former brother country around him, right?

These nine people are probably divided into two types.

One is the kind of passionate young people who dare to sacrifice their lives and shed their blood for the sake of their motherland and put life and death aside. These people pursue fame for eternity.

One is similar to that teacher, who knows that he is here to take the blame for the failure of the war, but he has to come.

The teacher was the nominal "team leader", but at least six of the nine people did not accept him. It was not that these people were so arrogant that they thought they were stronger than the former Ye Qing sword god, but that they simply despise the "cowardly sword god". Only they themselves knew the reason.

So there are actually three leaders among the nine people. In addition to the teacher, there is also a newly discovered "genius swordsman" from the national team, named Yu Zhang, and a "senior" who once attended the World Championship with the teacher, named Ruanzhou.

Just so happens, the teacher has no intention of leading them.

Suddenly, the person walking in the front stopped. It was the "senior".

The teacher also stopped and stood silently at the end.

One by one, a series of sounds came into his ears, and were dispersed by the sea breeze and the sound of a little distant wave—

"This battle is difficult, and we must..."

"We must not be dispersed, we must not confront the Nanga people head-on, and we must not blindly pursue the spirit of swordsmanship! At this time, the Nanga people are strong, if we are still scattered and alone..."

"Our only hope for victory is..."

"Respond to changes with the same change..."

"Yu Zhang, you said..."

"Na Qu, you..."

"Na Qu..."

"Na Qu..."

With a loud call, the teacher didn't answer.

Everyone looked at him and saw that he had turned his back and looked at the distant sea. Because the weather was bad, the mist and rain at the end of the sea were hazy and blurry, making it difficult to tell where the sea and the sky intersected.

In the distant West, dark clouds gather, like a black hole, devouring light.

The tactical discussions of these people were like they were torn apart and sprinkled with paper scraps on the sky, flying beside the teacher, but he didn't listen to a word, let alone care!

"That song, you heard what we said..."

"What's wrong with you, teacher?"

"Are you scared and want to fight again? I know..."

"Hahaha! Haha..."

"You are not allowed to say that. We are now against the strong with the weak. If we cannot unite, then..."

“…”

Finally, the teacher turned around and showed a very vicissitudes of face, sparse stubble, thick and messy eyebrows.

"The heavy rain is coming..." he murmured.

"Na Qu! What do you think?" Ruan Zhou once experienced the era of Nag Qu, and he finally understood the weight of the four words "Ye Qing Sword God".

"I heard that the holiday is coming?"

"That's right." Ruan Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Natsuki in front of him. For some reason, he felt sad. Nanjia's Master Zhujie once fought invincible all over the world. At that time, leaders of various countries had to treat him very well. Natsuki was the only one who defeated the Lord Zhujie, and then the Lord Zhujie retired. Of course, even after retirement, the Master Zhujie still had a very high status. Compared to him, the treatment he received was simply another extreme.

"The Master of the Zuojie Festival heard that you participated in this duel and made a comeback resolutely. He did not hesitate to put down his old face, regardless of the opposition of relatives, friends, students, disciples, and the entire Nanga. He firmly wanted to participate in this duel, saying that it was to meet you again." A young man said.

"The Master of the Journey is no longer at the peak. He does not threaten us at all. What is really terrible is his student, the winner of the last Golden Seal..."

"Don't underestimate the Master of Zujie. It is said that before his retirement, the Nanga government spent hundreds of millions of dollars a year to maintain his peak period. Therefore, even if he is older, his strength will fade very slowly. After his retirement, there are dedicated people responsible for his diet and exercise. In the past six months, the Nanga government has also dedicated his recovery..."

“…”

Everyone was talking.

The teacher was relieved again.

Until he came to his senses, he heard someone calling him, and someone being sarcastic. He seemed to be unable to hear anything. He just held the sword in his hand and walked towards the depths of the island: "I'm going to find them."

"What?"

"You're crazy!"

"Are you going to die? Or do you want to find a place to hide and wait for the showdown to be a savage on the island?"

"We have said that we cannot disperse..."

"How can we take the initiative? The Nanjia people are all strong, and this is their game and their home court. They are about the rules..."

“…”

There was noisy people.

The teacher had already walked to the front from the end of the team alone, and there was a vertical stone wall in front of him blocking his way and causing him to stop.

A young voice came from behind, with a crying voice in his voice: "Master Naqu, stop! You are killing us all! You are going to challenge alone. Even if you can beat Master Zuojie, can you beat his students? Even if you can beat each of them at the peak, can you beat ten of them? You will die!"

The teacher was silent for a few seconds after hearing this, suddenly laughed, half turned around and looked at the group of people, and said lightly: "They don't know..."

Everyone was stunned.

They may never understand the difference between swordsman and swordsman.

After saying that, the teacher helped him out for a few steps, jumped gently, and jumped directly onto the stone wall. After another step, everyone could no longer see him.

Someone wanted to chase him, but he stopped soon.

This stone wall... they couldn't jump up.

...

There is a signal device in the center of the island. After one side wins, it can sound the signal flare to end the showdown.

Obviously, the Nanga people landed on the island before them.

The teacher saw many stone tablets on the road, or ready-made huge stones, with the same sharp words engraved on them, and the name of the hall was left under each stone tablet.

At first I greeted him, with dozens of words in two or three lines, and after summary, it was probably the sentence "Long time no see you."

Later, it was about the reverence and admiration of him by Zhuyue’s festival...

Then he felt worthless about Nagqu, and even felt sad and angry, denounced the treatment of Ye Qing government for him, and even complained about the conspiracy established by the Nanga government against him, and mentioned his powerlessness in this regard.

Finally, Zhujie showed that the strength of the two sides was very different and he hoped that he would surrender. He also stated that he had convinced the Nanga government and the military to get a promise that as long as he abandoned the sword, the Nanga fleet would come up to protect him immediately, and Ye Qing's navy would be blocked. Then he would be taken to Nanga. At the same time, Zhujie would even arrange for Ye Qing's people to pick up his wife and children.

It's simple to say, but I wrote a lot of words in the lunar calendar, and it seems that the words in every place were written by him.

It can also be seen that this is a big project, with these words spreading from their landing point to every place in the center of the island, and Nagqu even saw repeated content. Nagqu is not surprising, and the festival once dominated an era. Moreover, he was in Nanga and his status in Nanga, so it was not difficult to do these things.

The song was not very surprised by these contents.

Zhujie is a very pure person, devoted himself to the sword and not close to women. After Nagqu defeated him, he publicly expressed his admiration for Nagqu more than once to the media in Nanga. When Nagqu was still Ye Qing's pride, Ye Qing's newspaper often reprinted these news.

The teacher was embarrassed about this before...

The teacher smiled. He had read the words left to him by the Master Zuojie, which proved that he was very close to the center of the island.

He felt vaguely, right ahead.

The teacher held the sword in his hand tightly and waved it casually for a few times, and this thing was still so easy!

...

Time is irreversible. Even if you spend a lot of money, Master Zujie's physical strength is still declining, but this does not affect his status among the ten people. In other words, there are only two types of swordsmanship sent by Nanjia, one is his admirer, and the other is his students.

Master Zujie stood in front of everyone, standing with a sword in his arms, closing his eyes to rest, but frowned slightly—

Will he agree?

Several young people were not calm enough. Most of their swordsmanship styles were very radical and were mainly fierce attacks. They were already a little impatient and wanted to take the initiative to attack and kill all Ye Qingren as soon as possible. After all, a storm was coming.

But in front of the Master of Chujie, they had to hold it in.

Suddenly, Master Zhujie opened his eyes, and at the same time, everyone turned their heads suddenly and looked at the jungle on the left!

The grove rustled...

moment--

A leaf leaned against the ground and turned toward the edge. A thin silver tip first opened the leaves and stretched out, and gradually exposed the subsequent sword tip. Everyone seemed to be able to imagine the scene of the master of the sword walking with the sword holding the sword diagonally!

There was no sunlight, and the blade had no reflection, but a sharp aura came, which made everyone hold their breath in an instant.
To be continued...