Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

If one word is used to describe this sword technique, the word fierce should be the most appropriate.

"What a good sword technique, A Pu, you are indeed blessed to have this sword technique. Do you know its origin?"

In the vast history, there are countless geniuses and strong men, and even the so-called martial arts master can hardly see through the martial arts of ancient and modern times. It is normal that Meng Zhao knows nothing about this sword technique.

Han Pu shook his head and explained,

"When I was in Julu County, I accidentally saved an old and weak man with broken legs and gave him silver to live on. I didn't expect that this good deed would be exchanged for an ancient sword of unknown origin.

According to that person, this sword was passed down from generation to generation by his ancestors. Although it has never shown any strangeness, the texture of the ancient sword is indestructible, and even time can hardly leave any traces on its blade.

I didn't help others for rewards. I wanted to refuse, but after contacting At the moment of the blade, a very powerful essence flowed into it, as well as the Burning Wind Five Absolute Sword that my subordinates are practicing now.

Only then did I know that this ancient sword is indeed a great treasure.

It's just a pity that there is no abnormality in this ancient sword after that. My subordinates have tried it many times, but they are puzzled and can't understand the mystery. "

As he said, Han Pu took out a medium-length ancient copper knife from his waist and handed it to Meng Zhao very respectfully, without hesitation, with 100% trust.

It was also the first time that Meng Zhao saw something that looked like a ground-level magic weapon. He looked over and took a closer look.

I saw that the blade of this sword was straight. Excluding the handle, it was about two feet and four inches, half a palm wide, and the whole body was tinged with a faint red glow, emitting warm warmth, like the autumn sun, soft but not dry.

At the same time, it was vaguely visible that there were fine wavy textures on the back of the blade. Indistinctly, the lines were constantly moving, but when he looked closely, everything was normal and there was nothing strange.

From Meng Zhao's perspective, this knife seemed like a handicraft for viewing and playing, better than a murder weapon. It was really hard to see how it had anything in common with the earth-level divine weapon.

However, the absence of abnormality often meant the greatest abnormality. If it was really an ordinary knife, how could it make Han Pu's skills improve so much, and how could it teach Han Pu an extremely profound knife technique?

When he took the ancient knife in his hand, his face moved, the purple light in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the colorful light in the depths of his pupils shone brightly. In his mind, the Zhaotian Mirror, which had not moved for a long time, gave him some feedback, giving him many more images in front of him.

The initial image was in a huge casting basin valley surrounded by fire clouds and smoke. Hundreds of strong bare-chested men were forging weapons in the valley, hammering swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks. They were proficient in all kinds of weapons.

Thousands of weapons gathered in the valley, and the sharp and sonorous killing aura even gathered into the shape of an invisible sharp golden white tiger, forming a natural formation to guard the bottom of the valley.

Among them, there was an old man with wrinkles on his face and gray hair, but still tall and strong. He seemed to be a person of high status in the basin valley. With the help of dozens of strong men, he personally forged a magic sword with two red and gold lights all over the body. Judging from the shape, it was the one Meng Zhao was looking at.

However, the difference was that the newborn magic sword was sharp and magical.

When the forging was completed, the sword hummed forty-nine times, and the world was moved. A fierce wind turned into endless blades and attacked. Thunder rolled in the dark clouds, and from time to time a thunder ball the size of a millstone fell, almost like the end of the world.

Then, 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 this sword, he killed dozens of warriors of the same level with it, and walked away proudly in front of everyone.

Afterwards, this young man joined the army to fight, sharpen his martial arts, fight constantly, fight constantly, day after day, year after year, the ancient sword gradually stained with a strange blood red, which was watered by blood.

What attracted Meng Zhao's attention the most was that after this dull young man entered the innate state, when he practiced swordsmanship, he often descended from the sky with endless star energy, turning into a pig surrounded by blazing flames.

Yes, it was a pig that seemed to be burning, but this pig did not look stupid or foolish. Instead, it was full of masculinity, bravery, and strength.

Meng Zhao subconsciously thought of the origin of this group of star energy,

"The fire pig of the northern Xuanwu seven stars, and the one who can receive the star energy of the fire pig to practice, can only be done by the corresponding star body."

And Meng Zhao soon deduced the true identity of this person from a series of deeds reflected in the video screen. He was the general under the command of Liu Xiu, the wise leader of the imperial Han Dynasty, known as the divine body of the emperor, and the general of the tree, Feng Yi.

One feature that is easier to identify his identity is that Feng Yi, who holds an ancient knife, often sits under a big tree to meditate and practice during the march. He is taciturn and rarely interferes with military affairs and fights. This is almost consistent with the records of Feng Yi in this world's history.

Another piece of evidence is that the man holding the knife had met a person who almost made Meng Zhao scream several times.

The man's face could not be seen clearly, and his height could not be distinguished. He was just hidden in a huge purple air column that reached the sky and surrounded by dragons and phoenixes. His majesty, noble temperament, and powerful martial arts were simply like a god or demon descending to the world.

And above his head, there was a faintly huge star floating, and purple light like a seal rose and fell, protecting this person at all times. It cannot be said that he was so strong that he was inhuman, but only that he was so powerful that he was inhuman.

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 the world and the world are united in all times.

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.