Martial Godly Emperor

1The Peach Blossom Sword-style was derived from the most powerful Sword Dao that Meng Yu had comprehended that had transcended the limits of the Sword Dao. Now, he had two moves.    

    

The first move was the Heaven-breaking Style. It was simple and crude, and it was the sharpest sword. When it was unleashed, it pierced through the sky.    

    

The second was the Illusion Style. It transformed into countless phantom swords. No one knew which one was the real one, but those phantoms could still hurt people.    

    

Today, it was possible for him to form the third sword.    

    

Under everyone's gaze, his body moved.    

    

It seemed slow, but it was actually fast.    

    

In an instant, he jumped in front of Zhuang Lei, and the wooden sword swept towards his throat.    

    

Zhuang Lei used his wooden sword to block in front of his throat.    

    

He clearly felt that he had blocked his opponent's sword, but he felt a little cold in his throat, as if he had been hit by the sword.    

    

He was very surprised. His opponent's wooden sword had clearly been blocked by him, but it made him feel as if he had been injured.    

    

Meng Yu's attack did not hit him, and he muttered, "It has a bit of charm."    

    

He once again used the wooden sword to sweep towards Hu Da, Hu Er, and Hu San.    

    

The sword had yet to arrive, but Hu Da and the other two could already feel the infinite damage contained within the sword.    

    

"Heavens!"    

    

They felt their hearts being enveloped by the Sword Intent. Their hearts were beating extremely fast, and they felt as if they were about to spurt out blood. It was as if they had been stabbed in the heart by the sword.    

    

Dang! Dang! Dang!    

    

When Hu Da and the other two people used wooden swords and wooden swords to block their vitals, they couldn't help but take a few steps back. Only then did they feel that they had dodged the sharp edge of the sword.    

    

Meng Yu did not take the opportunity to chase after them. He looked at the sword in his hand and shook his head. "This sword is very close, but it is still missing something."    

    

"Is it because the Heavenly Dao Rule has been lost here, causing me to be unable to sense Origin Power and Dao Fate? Naturally, I am also unable to form that third sword?"    

    

He felt that this had something to do with it.    

    

Something was not right.    

    

This sword of his was the purest sword. In other words, even if the Heavenly Dao Rule in this place was completely destroyed, he could still use the sword to harm people and form this third sword.    

    

"The sword is a weapon, and it is used to kill people. Regardless of whether the Heavenly Dao exists or not, its greatest use is to kill people."    

    

He muttered to himself.    

    

Everyone looked at Meng Yu and sank into deep thought. His clothes were clearly stained with mud and dirt, and they were extremely dirty. When his clothes floated up, they felt that he was a fresh and handsome man.    

    

"So handsome."    

    

"Yeah, he looked like he was deep in thought. He frowned and only focused on the sword in his hand. When others attacked him, he seemed to be unaware, but he was able to sense where the enemy's attack was coming from."    

    

"I really want to see him dance his sword. Aye, he's too handsome."    

    

"I really want to see the sword in his hand right now. That way, he'll be able to look at me obsessively!"    

    

The surrounding girls looked at Meng Yu with burning eyes. They opened their mouths, and some of them even grabbed their clothes. They looked nervous, because Meng Yu's sword seemed to have pierced their soft hearts.    

    

At that moment, he suddenly thrust forward.    

    

The sword moved very quickly, faster and faster.    

    

Then, his figure became so fast that it was as if there were countless of him around him.    

    

Not long after, he slowed down again.    

    

The sword once again swept towards Zhuang Lei and the others.    

    

This sword strike was ordinary and ordinary, but Zhuang Lei and the others felt that they were all injured.    

    

This sword clearly did not hit their bodies, but they felt as if their bodies had been pierced by the sword.    

    

Wah!    

    

Meng Yu's sword hadn't even reached them, but Hu Da and Hu San were coughing up blood.    

    

When the surrounding people saw this sword, they also felt as if their bodies were going to be pierced by the sword. They all cried out loudly.    

    

"Don't look at his sword. His sword is very strange, as if it has some kind of demonic technique that can hurt us."    

    

Zhuang Lei seemed to have thought of something, and shouted at the three guards.    

    

At the same time, he closed his eyes!    

    

However, in his pitch-black mind, there was a shining wooden sword that was still stabbing towards him. It was as if this sword had already existed in his mind during the primeval times, and was eyeing the opportunity to stab down.    

    

Plop, plop...    

    

Before Meng Yu's sword could pierce through, the other four people had already fallen one after another.    

    

"What, what kind of sword technique is this?"    

    

"My god, I have never heard of such a sword technique before. How can it be so powerful? What a powerful sword technique."    

    

"What kind of sword is this? It's so exquisite that I can't understand it no matter how I look at it!"    

    

"I seem to have understood it. The essence of the sword is the purest sword. However, other than him, there seems to be no one else in this world who can make such a sword."    

    

The sword experts cried out in astonishment.    

    

"The Hero is so powerful. Even if the Royal Highness and the three guards joined forces, they still wouldn't be a match for him."    

    

"He's too powerful. When I saw him use that treasured sword, I thought he borrowed the sharpness of the treasured sword. Unexpectedly, he doesn't use a good sword, but only a wooden sword. He can also use this world shocking sword. "    

    

"Hero, brave warrior, I think he is the number one swordsman in the world!"    

    

The surrounding people all cried out in shock.    

    

Those guards stared blankly at Meng Yu. As guards, they had followed the prince for many years and knew how powerful the prince was. But now, they were defeated by that person.    

    

"Elder Brother Meng Yu is too powerful. In the world where the Heavenly Dao Rule was lost, he was able to use such a sword technique. Fener admires him."    

    

Fener clapped her small hands and cried out, her eyes smiling like crescent moons.    

    

"Ah? Ah? Elder Brother Meng's Sword Dao is too powerful!"    

    

Chu Ruoyan said in disbelief.    

    

Meng Yu did not use all of his strength. When he saw them fall down, he put away his sword, and his eyes were filled with joy.    

    

"Peach Blossom Sword Arts Third Sword: Scar Stance."    

    

"I have mastered it."    

    

Meng Yu was so touched that he wanted to cry.    

    

There was no Heavenly Dao Rule in this place. He was no different from a mortal.    

    

But here, he had mastered the "Injury Style." This was the purest sword technique.    

    

When the sword was unleashed, it would definitely injure the opponent, leaving an indelible wound on the opponent's body.    

    

Yes, the sword was originally used to injure people. Whether or not there was a Heavenly Dao Rule, once the sword was unleashed, it would cause damage to the opponent. This was the 'Injury Style'.    

    

"Little brother's understanding of the sword is truly admirable."    

    

Seeing Meng Yu holding the wooden sword in his hand, joy appeared on the corner of Zhuang Lei's mouth. He handed the wooden sword to the servant and cupped his hands towards Meng Yu.    

    

Hu Da and the other two looked at Meng Yu with admiration. They had never encountered such a Sword Dao before, but today, they had encountered a peerless swordsman!    

    

His Royal Highness, Zhuang Lei, was talking to him, but Meng Yu was still staring at the wooden sword in his hand. He was thinking about how to perfect the sword just now.    

    

He looked at the sword in a daze, while the others looked at him in a daze. At this moment, no one said anything.    

    

"Sword Addict, he is a peerless sword Addict."    

    

"He's obsessed with the sword. The sword is his lover. But, he definitely won't put his infatuation for the sword on his lover "    

    

" Maybe he has a lover, a lot of lovers, but no one can make him have feelings for her like swords "    

    

After a long time.    

    

The wind blew, sweeping up a few fallen leaves.    

    

Suddenly, a clear and tender voice of a young girl rang out in sadness.    

    

Her words seemed to express everyone's thoughts. Many of the girls present actually nodded in agreement. They looked at the young man with eyes filled with despair.    

    

In their ordinary and short lives, they encountered a peerless sword fanatic. They were infatuated with him, but before they could even begin, they were about to announce the end of their relationship with him.    

    

Many girls shed tears. They couldn't understand why there was someone who was infatuated with swords.    

    

"Don't cry."    

    

Fener reached out her small hand to wipe away the tears on Chu Ruoyan's face.    

    

She was the one who said those words just now.    

    

The corners of Fener's eyes were also slightly red because Chu Ruoyan's words had touched the softest part of her heart.    

    

She was thinking that perhaps the person Young Master liked the most was not her, nor was it Jiaojiao, Yaner, or Senior Sister Xia. What he liked the most was his sword.