Twisted Realm

The five-kilogram iron sword is still too heavy for Meng Xuan's current physical fitness. After wielding the fixed routine of Chikun swordsmanship ten times, it is unsustainable. His arms are numb, and he does not know how the three leading martial arts are doing. Can swing a ten-kilogram iron knife.

"Your iron sword is not practiced properly."

A low male voice sounded from the side, Meng Xuan turned his head and saw that Zhao Chuanwu, who was reading a book on the old man's chair, was walking towards him.

"How should I practice the iron sword?"

Knowing that Ling Wu intended to give advice, Meng Xuan asked sincerely.

Zhao Chuanwu did not answer, but took the iron saber from Meng Xuan's hand and held it in his hand.

Suddenly, the iron sword in his hand slashed at Meng Xuan ruthlessly, as fast as a gust of wind.

A black shadow quickly approached, staying an inch between Meng Xuan's eyebrows, and the strong wind blew away his bangs slightly.

Looking at the iron sword resting an inch between his eyebrows, and feeling the icy aura emanating from it, Meng Xuan couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

If the control is not good, this kind of speed and strength, combined with the impact force generated by the five kilogram iron knife, can be considered light for three months in hospital.

'This is the strength of the leader martial arts, the speed of slashing with a five-kilogram iron sword, I didn't react at all...'

Meng Xuan looked at Zhao Chuanwu with awe.

Zhao Chuanwu seemed to enjoy this look, he handed the iron saber back to Meng Xuan and asked, "How do you feel?"

Meng Xuan thought about it carefully and said, "Control."

"Yes, it is control." Zhao Chuanwu cast an admiring look.

"The real purpose of iron sword training is actually to improve people's control over the sword."

"In order to make the strongest attack with limited physical strength, a top swordsman master, holding a ten kilogram iron knife, can even kill flies on the glass accurately without breaking the glass, that is the real terror. ."

Zhao Chuanwu nodded.

"Have Ling Wu seen such a master before?"

Meng Xuan asked.

"I've only heard of it, but I haven't seen it before. There are probably few masters of this kind of swordsmanship that almost reach the limit of human beings in the entire Chinar Republic, right?"

Zhao Chuanwu sighed.

"Can such a master of swordsmanship be able to stop the guns?"

Meng Xuan asked curiously.

"Guns?" Zhao Chuanwu was stunned when he heard the words, then shook his head and laughed: "I understand what you mean, but the facts are facts, once the guns are fired, the martial arts declines, and the master of swordsmanship is also human, flesh and blood, and manpower is sometimes poor. , how can you stop the guns?"

"Don't think so much, just practice hard. Although the actual swordsmanship is not very popular now, it is still a useful specialty. You have good qualifications and you are willing to work hard. Maybe you will achieve something in the swordsmanship."

Zhao Chuanwu patted Meng Xuan's shoulder, went back to the old man's chair, lay down, and continued to read.

"Is manpower sometimes poor?"

Meng Xuan was holding the iron sword, and disappointment flashed in his eyes.

An hour later, after finishing the practice in the swordsmanship hall, Meng Xuan dragged his tired body onto the bus home.

When I got home, it was almost eight o'clock.

Downstairs, I ordered a meat dish, a vegetarian dish, and two dishes at Aunt Wang's restaurant, and then went to the street to buy a sweet-smelling honey-sweet roasted chicken drumstick. Meng Xuan returned home.

While eating, he couldn't help recalling Zhao Chuanwu's words in his mind.

Manpower is sometimes poor...

Is this world really that ordinary?

Meng Xuan calmly put down his chopsticks, swept all the food scraps into a plastic bag, and threw them into the trash can. He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

"There used to be a stag, it walked and walked faster and faster, and finally it turned into a highway!! Hahahahahaha!"

"There is a match. It always feels itchy on its head. It keeps reaching out and scratching, and scratching it will burn itself to death! Hahahahahaha!"

What appeared on the TV screen was a funny show, with the host's exaggerated expressions and actions, sometimes accompanied by electronically synthesized laughter.

Meng Xuan expressionlessly clicked to change the channel.

"Why are you wearing Eun Wook's clothes?"

On the TV screen, a beautiful woman in a bathing suit spoke to a tall, stubborn man in pajamas sitting on a chair smoking a cigarette.

This is a full-length family ethics drama that Chinar is currently popular, called "The Choice of the Female President".

Meng Xuan continued to change the channel without expression.

This time to the news station.

"A magnitude 6.3 earthquake occurred in the Qinjiang area, which was felt strongly and caused hundreds of casualties. The local area has launched an emergency disaster prevention plan..."

"There have been many cases of missing women at night in Jinlong City, Xinbei Province in recent months. The current situation of the case is still under urgent investigation. According to the police's speculation, the case may be committed by a gang, and I solemnly warn female compatriots in Jinlong and surrounding cities and counties. , to minimise travel at night…”

"Recently, Merricken and Fili held a joint military exercise near our country's Koval waters. On the issue of the Koval Islands, my country once again issued a warning to the two countries."

Meng Xuan watched the news with relish.

Although the world has developed information network technology, it is strange that there is no such strategic destruction weapon as the nuclear bomb, so there are constant frictions between countries in the world.

Big battles cannot be fought for the time being, but due to territorial issues and resource issues, local small battles continue one after another, and espionage battles are also rampant. Meng Xuan remembers that Chinar seemed to have made a large-scale battle three years ago.” Counterintelligence".

Meng Xuan shook his head. Nuclear weapons are a force for destruction, but in reverse, they may also be a force for peace.

"Recently, there has been a major discovery in the archaeological community. The site of the prehistoric Essar civilization was discovered for the first time in the North Essia area. The site is about 6,500 years old. According to legend, the Essar civilization is a derivative civilization of the Nelson civilization. One, this discovery is of great significance to the historical exploration of prehistoric civilizations…”

This news caught Meng Xuan's attention. Since UU reading www.uukanshu.com, he has been deeply interested in the prehistoric civilization of this world. He often collects relevant information and tries to find traces of extraordinary power.

The Nelson civilization is a part of the prehistoric mysterious civilization.

Legend has it that this civilization is the incarnation of light. They can communicate with another world and obtain extraordinary knowledge from it, so they have established a splendid civilization, but all traces of them disappeared overnight and can no longer be found. , can only peek a little from its derivative civilization.

After reading the news, Meng Xuan watched other channels such as the History Channel. He wanted to know more about the archaeological progress of prehistoric civilization, but he didn't get much information, so he could only turn off the TV in disappointment, thinking about Go to the Internet cafe next time to find relevant information.

Looking at the clock, it was past nine o'clock before he knew it. Meng Xuan decided to take a shower, read a book for an hour to hypnotize him, and then he could go to bed.

Walking into the bathroom with a change of clothes, Meng Xuan glanced at the mirror on the sink, remembering the strange hallucinations he had had in the morning, he couldn't help but leaned closer to the mirror and looked at it again, and grimaced several times.

It seems to be no problem...

The reflection in the mirror is still faithfully replicating his movements, but he doesn't know why the person in the mirror feels more and more strange to him, less and less like himself, and he can't tell where this feeling comes from.

Meng Xuan shook his head, thinking that he was really fascinated by his own exploration of supernatural power recently and had hallucinations.

Just as he turned his head to take a shower.

"Meng Xuan..."

A hoarse roar appeared in his ears, accompanied by a creepy and creepy low laugh.