If I were to use one word to describe this swordsmanship, the word "lie" would be the most appropriate.
"Excellent sword skills, Apu, you are indeed blessed to have such sword skills. Do you know its origin?"
In the vast history, there are countless geniuses and strong men, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River. Even the so-called martial arts masters cannot fully understand the ancient and modern martial arts. It is normal for Meng Zhao to know nothing about this sword technique.
Han Pu shook his head and explained,
"While in Julu County, my subordinate accidentally rescued an old and frail man whose legs were broken, and gave him two silver coins to live on. Unexpectedly, this kind deed would be exchanged for an ancient sword of unknown origin.
According to what the man said, this sword was passed down from his ancestors from generation to generation. Although it has never shown anything strange, the texture of the ancient sword is indestructible, and even time can hardly leave any traces on its body.
The subordinate did not help others for the sake of retribution. He wanted to refuse, but the moment he touched the blade, an extremely majestic essence was absorbed from it, as well as the Fenfeng sect that the subordinate is currently practicing. Five unique knives.
Only then did he know that this ancient sword was indeed a precious treasure.
It's just a pity that there is nothing unusual about this ancient sword since then. My subordinates have tried it many times, but they are still puzzled and unable to understand the mystery. "
With that said, Han Pu took off a medium-length ancient copper knife from his lower back and handed it to Meng Zhao very respectfully, without any hesitation and with 100% trust.
It was also the first time that Meng Zhao saw something that was suspected to be an earth-level magic weapon. He looked around and took a closer look.
I saw that the blade of this knife was straight, excluding the handle, about two feet and four inches, and half the palm of my hand was wide. The whole body was glowing with a faint red glow, exuding warmth, like the autumn sun, soft and soft. Rather than dry.
At the same time, you can vaguely see the fine wavy texture emerging on the back of the blade. The lines are vaguely moving, but when you look closely, everything is normal and nothing weird is found.
From Meng Zhao's point of view, this sword is like a handicraft for viewing and playing, better than a murder weapon. There is really nothing in common with the earth-level magic weapon.
However, if there is no abnormality, it often means the biggest abnormality. If it is really an ordinary knife, how can it greatly improve Han Pu's skill, and how can it teach Han Pu an extremely profound sword technique?
When he took the ancient sword in his hand, his expression changed, the purple light in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the seven-color light shined in the depths of his pupils. In his mind, the sky mirror that had not actively moved for a long time gave him some feedback, allowing him to There were many more images before his eyes.
The initial image is of a huge casting basin surrounded by fire clouds and smoke. Hundreds of shirtless and muscular men are forging in full swing in the valley, tempering weapons, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes and hooks. Fork, eighteen kinds of weapons are omnipotent and masterful in everything.
Thousands of weapons gathered in the valley, and their sharp and sonorous killing energy even gathered into the shape of an invisible sharp golden white tiger, forming a natural formation to protect the bottom of the valley.
Among them, there was an old man with wrinkles on his face and gray hair, but he was still tall and strong. He seemed to be a person with a very high status in the basin. With the help of dozens of strong men, he personally forged a red sword that bloomed all over his body. The golden sword with two rays of light looks like the one Meng Zhao has in front of him.
However, the difference is that the newly born magic sword is sharp and magical.
When the tempering was complete, the sword roared forty-nine times, and the heaven and earth were moved. A strong wind turned into endless blades and struck. Among the dark clouds, thunder rolled, and from time to time a thunderball the size of a millstone fell, almost like the end of the world.
Immediately, the scene changed, and the ancient sword was now in the hands of a young man with a dull expression, wearing heavy armor and a silver helmet. When he first got the sword, he used it to kill dozens of warriors of the same level, in full view of everyone. Come down and go proudly.
After that, the young man joined the army to hone his martial arts skills. He kept fighting and fighting. Day after day, year after year, the ancient sword gradually became stained with a strange blood red color, which was watered by blood.
What attracted Meng Zhao's attention the most was that after this dull young man entered Xiantian, when practicing his sword skills, he would often drop the boundless energy of stars from the sky and turn into a pig surrounded by blazing flames.
Yes, it is a pig that seems to be on fire, but this pig does not appear stupid or stupid at all. Instead, it is full of masculinity, bravery and strength.
Meng Zhao subconsciously thought of the origin of this mass of star energy.
"The seven constellations of northern Xuanwu are fire pigs, and those who can absorb the star energy of the fire pig and practice can only do so with the corresponding star body."
Meng Zhao, on the other hand, quickly deduced from a series of videos and deeds that this person's true identity was that he was General Feng Yi, General Feng Yi of the Great Tree, Liu Xiu's general who was known as the emperor's divine body and the master of the Ming Dynasty in Zhongxing.
One feature that makes it easier to identify his identity is that Feng Yi, who is holding an ancient sword, often sits under a big tree to meditate and practice during the march. He is taciturn and rarely gets involved in military affairs and battles. This is true in the history of this world. The records about Feng Yi are almost consistent.
Another piece of evidence is that the man holding the knife had visited a man several times who almost made Meng Zhao scream.
The man's face couldn't be seen clearly, and his height couldn't be distinguished. He was just hidden within a huge purple pillar of air reaching the sky, surrounded by dragons and phoenixes. His majesty was grand, his temperament was noble, and his force was so tyrannical that he was simply descended from a god or demon. The world is ordinary.
And above his head, there is an extremely vast and huge star floating vaguely, with purple light floating and looming like a seal, protecting this person at all times. It cannot be said that it is so powerful that it is inhumane, it can only be said that it is so hanging that it is inhumane.
Meng Zhao subconsciously remembered four words, Son of God.
Because the purple air pillar evolved from the Heavenly Mirror with the help of the mark of the ancient sword. It evolved the illusory air luck into a real object and presented it in Meng Zhao's sea of consciousness. The shock it brought was really unbearable for a long time.
"The pillar of luck reaches the sky and the earth, the dragon and the phoenix are auspicious, the son of luck, the son of the plane. Apart from a monster like Liu Xiu, is there another person?"
In the Middle Ages, and even with the many great emperors in the ancient times, there were too many capable people and too many strong overlords.
Among them, Liu Xiu may not be the strongest, nor the most accomplished, but he must be the luckiest and happiest. His life truly illustrates the saying that everything in the world and the world works together.
As for the second half, the lack of freedom for the hero has nothing to do with Liu Xiu. It can be seen that as long as he lives, God will be on his side, and no one will be his opponent.
This kind of person can be recognized even after countless years and even if his face cannot be seen clearly.
This gave Meng Zhao a great shock. He really couldn't imagine that people could be so strong.
Even the real dragon he had seen through the martial arts charm in Tu Xiu's treasure seemed to be much worse than Liu Xiu, not on the same level at all.
The supreme and powerful man is truly worthy of the title of Emperor.
