100 million walk alone

Chapter 67 The Silver Sword Comes Out
There was also a booklet in the box where the demon-killing weeping blood was placed, and on the cover was written "Handbook of Magic Artifact Sacrifice".

To put it simply, this booklet is the instruction manual for the magic weapon, a gift from Xinyue Hotel.

The fat man read the manual carefully and learned something new.

There are two ways to open the magic weapon.

The first type is the most common, urging mana and throwing it like launching a hidden weapon. After the mana is activated, the magic weapon will automatically attack or defend automatically.

The second type is relatively high-end, and the sacrifice must be carried out first. The monk and the magic weapon have a certain connection, which can improve the accuracy and flexibility of the magic weapon.Certain high-end instruments can also unlock hidden special effects.

The sacrificial method of Slashing Demons and Weeping Blood is very simple, all you need is for the fat man to donate a drop of blood to communicate with Feijian.

If the sacrifice is successful, he is destined to be able to integrate the flying sword into his body.

If the sacrifice failed, he could only use the first method, using the flying sword as a dart.

The fat man adjusted his state, kept the clear water magical skill running automatically, and cut his fingertips with the small sword.

A drop of blood seeped from the edge of the sword and quickly melted into the blade.

Gradually, the color of the sword changed.

According to the legend, the most spiritual magic weapon follows different masters and has different colors.

Demon Slaying Weeping Blood, which has followed Zhang Dekai for 50 years, is mainly blood red and extremely murderous.

In the hands of the fat man, the blood red color gradually disappeared, turning into a silvery color.

It was an extreme silver color, both flamboyant and arrogant.

The blood sword turned into a silver sword.

Fatty was studying the mystery of the discoloration, when suddenly his hands were empty, and the blood melted.

The shiny silver sword turned into countless small light spots and flew towards the fat man's left wrist.

There was a tingling sensation in his wrist, and countless small silver light spots flickered on his wrist.

After a while, the spot of light disappeared.

A tattoo appeared on the fat man's left wrist near the back of his hand.

It was a small pocket sword, silver in color and vivid.

It worked!
The flying sword sacrifice was successful!

Fatty was overjoyed, and felt very real that he had a connection with Monster Slayer and Weeping Blood.

With that kind of connection, the fat man yelled softly: "Go!"

Swish!
A ray of silver light flew out, hovering in mid-air in the practice room.

After the silver light flew out, the tattoo on the fat man's wrist disappeared strangely.

In mid-air, the small silver sword with the length of chopsticks jumped happily, exuding a joyful mood.

It seems that it has waited for thousands of years, finally waiting for a host that can truly stimulate its characteristics.

If there is a kendo master present, what you feel is definitely not joy, but a kind of terror.

Every time the little silver sword jumped, it didn't seem to cause any damage to the practice room, but it cut through the air!
That kind of small-scale movement is accompanied by terrifying power.

When auctioning the demon-slaying weeping blood, Ye Guangzong reminded emphatically: the power of this sword depends on whether the heart of demon-slaying is firm or not.

As a hot-blooded boy who once sold his ancestral home to hunt demons at his own expense, as Consultant Pei who had to hunt demons even though he was injured and worked overtime, as a man who turned black when he heard the Nine Lives Demon King, one can imagine how strong his desire to slay demons is.

Three seconds later, the Demon Slayer and Weeping Blood in mid-air suddenly lost control, staggered down, and landed on Pei Yin's wrist impartially, turning into a silver sword tattoo again.

Such a "crash" occurred because the fat man's mana was drained.

Controlling Monster Slayer and Crying Blood consumes [-] mana per second.

With his current skill, even if the clear water magic power restores [-] mana per second, it will only last for three seconds.

If he wanted to use his sword again, he would have to automatically exercise for 5 seconds and recover [-] mana.

"Haha, this power is okay!"

"The explosion of 4500 mana per second is stronger than Ye Zong's [-] mana explosion fireball."

"Extreme flying sword, it really is not easy!"

"No wonder those local tyrants like to spend exorbitant prices on magic tools and treasures. With such awesome things, who is willing to spend their time practicing spells?"

The fat man laughed loudly, feeling that the two billion dollars was worth it.

He restored his mana to full capacity and restarted the experiment.

The silver light flew out again, slashing at high speed in mid-air.

The angle of the attack was extremely tricky, according to Fatty's will, he pointed and hit.

In just three seconds, Monster Slayer and Weeping Blood slashed 27 times.

"9 attacks per second, each attack is equivalent to 5000 power?"

"I understand, this attack speed is related to talent, similar to the hand speed in the game."

"Different sword repairers should have different attack speeds per second."

"My damage per second has reached 9x5000=45000."

"If the monster has blood, it can be disabled by me in a second."

"Even if there is no blood bar, you can still wear water through stone!"

"A drop of water dripping on the same stone slab for a long time can penetrate the slate, let alone a flying sword. If you attack the same position 27 times in a row, even a steel plate will be pierced by the sun."

Fatty summed up his experience while exploring.

He tried repeatedly and worked out a few tricks.

Half an hour later, the fat man discovered his biggest shortcoming.

The current him is like a martial artist who has obtained a peerless sword, but has not learned any sword skills.

A truly awesome swordsman not only possesses a powerful flying sword, but also has a superb "Sword Control Technique".

Simply urging the flying sword with force, any cultivator can do it, and it is not considered a sword cultivator at all.

The fat man made a calculation, [-] points of power is more than enough to deal with small monsters, but not enough to deal damage to big monsters.

Back then Zhang Dekai was able to slay the big demon, relying on a sword fairy-level sword control technique.

It is said that the mastery of swordsmanship can increase the power of the flying sword by ten or even a hundred times.

This is the fundamental reason why Jianxiu claims to be the best in the world in terms of killing power.

"My level of water swordsmanship is full, and the prerequisite skills are up to the standard. It's time to learn "Water Spirit Swordsmanship"."

"There are still more than 2 million krypton degrees left, and you can fully use the swordsmanship. If you learn it, you will earn it!"

The fat man rolled his eyes and turned on his phone to search for tutorials.

After a search, he found that he was younger.

Not only did I not find the tutorial of "Water Spirit Controlling Sword Art", there is no tutorial on second-level and above-level spells on the Internet.

He found the answer from an excellent post on the cultivation forum: Tier [-] spells are too destructive, low-quality monks learn to easily endanger society, and high-quality talents are needed to learn them.

In the Tang Dynasty, there are two ways to learn second-level spells.

The first way is relatively close to the people: apply for a key cultivation university, and after reaching the full level of the first-level spells, you can learn the second-level spells for free when you are admitted to a graduate student.Some of these extremely gifted academic masters directly studied both undergraduate and master, and learned second-level spells when they were eighteen or nineteen years old.

The second path is very real: either have a powerful father, such as from a cultivating family, who has the opportunity to learn high-level spells since childhood; or have a powerful master, such as being an apprentice to a sword fairy.

Both paths are closed to Fatty.

His junior high school diploma is too far away from key universities.

As for Niu Dae and Master, they have nothing to do with him.

Through the groping just now, the fat man has already found a way: there is a big secret hidden in Slaying Demon and Weeping Blood.

This secret can only be unraveled by a serious swordsman who controls the sword.

So here comes the question, where does Fatty go to learn the art of fencing?
(End of this chapter)