The box containing the blood of the demon slayer also contained a booklet with "Magical Weapon Sacrifice Refining Manual" written on the cover.
To put it simply, this booklet is the instruction manual for the magical instrument, a gift from Xinyue Hotel.
Fatty read the manual carefully and learned something new.
There are two ways to open the magic weapon.
The first is the most common, activating mana and throwing it out like a hidden weapon. After the mana is activated, the magic weapon will automatically attack or defend.
The second type is relatively high-end. It must be refined first. The monk and the magic weapon will have some kind of connection, which can improve the accuracy and flexibility of the magic weapon. Some high-end magic weapons can also unlock hidden special effects.
The ritual method of killing monsters and crying blood is very simple. Fatty only needs to donate a drop of blood to communicate with Feijian.
If the sacrifice is successful, he is the destined person and can integrate the flying sword into his body.
If the sacrifice fails, then he can only use the first method, using the flying sword as a dart.
The fat man adjusted his condition, keeping the Blue Water Divine Art running automatically, and cut his fingertip with a small sword.
A drop of blood seeped from the edge of the sword and quickly integrated into the body of the sword.
Gradually, the color of the sword changed.
According to legend, the most spiritual magic weapon follows different owners and has different colors.
The demon-slaying and weeping blood that has followed Zhang Dekai for fifty years is mainly blood-red and extremely murderous.
In the fat man's hands, the blood-red color gradually disappeared and turned into a white-silver color.
It was the ultimate silver color, both flamboyant and arrogant.
The blood sword turned into a silver sword.
The fat man was studying the mystery of that kind of discoloration, when suddenly his hand was empty, and the demon-killing blood melted.
The shining silver sword turned into countless small light spots and flew towards the fat man's left wrist.
There was a tingling sensation on his wrist, and countless small silver dots flickered on his wrist.
After a moment, the light spot disappeared.
There was a tattoo on the fat man's left wrist near the back of his hand.
It was a small pocket sword, all silver and vivid.
Success!
The flying sword ceremony was successful!
Fatty's heart was filled with ecstasy, and he felt very real that he had a connection with the demon-killing weeping blood.
With that kind of connection, the fat man shouted softly: "Let's go!"
Uh-huh!
A ray of silver light flew out and hovered in the mid-air of the training room.
When the silver light flew out, the tattoo on the fat man's wrist mysteriously disappeared.
The small silver sword as long as a chopstick was beating happily in mid-air, exuding a joyful emotion.
It was as if it had been waiting for thousands of years to finally find a host that could truly inspire its characteristics.
If there is a master of swordsmanship present, what you will feel is definitely not joy, but a kind of terror.
Every time the 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 carries with it terrifying power.
When the demon-slaying blood was being auctioned, Ye Guangzong reminded him emphatically: the power of this sword depends on whether the determination to slay the demon is firm.
As a passionate young man who once sold his ancestral home to hunt demons at his own expense, as consultant Pei who had to hunt demons despite being injured and working overtime, and as a man who turned black when he heard about the Nine-Life Demon King, you can imagine how much he wants to slay demons. strong.
Three seconds later, the demon-slayer crying blood in mid-air suddenly lost control, stumbled down, landed on Pei Yin's wrist, and turned into a silver sword tattoo again.
Such a "crash" occurred because the fat man's mana was drained.
Controlling the demon-slaying and weeping blood consumes 5,000 mana per second.
With his current skill, even if the Blue Water Divine Art restores a thousand mana per second, it will only last for three seconds.
If he wants to draw his sword again, he must automatically exercise his power for 5 seconds and restore 5,000 mana.
"Haha, this power is possible!"
"The explosion of five thousand mana per second is more powerful than Mr. Ye's exploding fireball of 4,500 mana."
"The best flying sword is indeed not simple!"
"No wonder those rich people like to spend exorbitant prices to buy magic weapons. With such awesome things, who would be willing to put in the effort to practice magic."
The fat man laughed, feeling that the two hundred million dollars were well spent.
He restored his mana to full strength and started the experiment again.
Silver light flew out again, slashing at high speed in mid-air.
The angle of attack was extremely tricky, and he would hit wherever he wanted according to Fatty's wishes.
In just three seconds, Demon Killer Crying Blood slashed 27 times.
"Attacks 9 times per second, each attack is equivalent to 5000 power?"
"I understand, this attack speed is related to talent, similar to hand speed in the game."
"Different sword cultivators should have different attack speeds per second."
"My damage per second has reached 9x5000=45000."
"If the monster has a health bar, I can cripple it in a second."
"Even if you don't have a health bar, you can still hit a stone with water!"
"A drop of water dripping on the same stone slab for a long time can penetrate the stone slab, let alone a flying sword. If you attack the same position 27 times in a row, even a steel plate will be penetrated by the sun."
The fat man summed up his experience while groping.
He tried repeatedly and developed several tricks.
Half an hour later, Fatty discovered his biggest shortcoming.
Now he is like a martial artist who has obtained a peerless sword but has not learned any sword skills.
A truly outstanding swordsman not only possesses a powerful flying sword, but also possesses superb "sword control skills".
Simply using magic power to activate a flying sword can be done by any monk. It is not considered a swordsman at all.
Fatty made some calculations and found that five thousand points of power were more than enough to deal with small monsters, but not enough to cause damage to big monsters.
Back then, Zhang Dekai was able to kill the big demon because of his sword-mastering skills at the level of a swordsman.
It is said that when sword mastery reaches a high level, the power of flying swords can be increased by ten or even a hundred times.
This is the fundamental reason why sword cultivators are known as the most lethal in the world.
"My water swordsmanship is at full level and my prerequisite skills are up to standard. It's time to learn "Water Spirit Swordsmanship"."
"There are still more than 200 million krypton degrees left. If you master the sword control skills, you will earn money if you learn it!"
The fat man rolled his eyes and opened his phone to search for tutorials.
After a search, he found that he was young.
Not only was there no tutorial on "Water Spirit Sword Controlling" found, there were no tutorials on second-level or higher-level spells on the Internet at all.
He found the answer from a highlight post on the cultivation forum: the second-level spell is too destructive, and low-quality monks will easily endanger society if they learn it, and high-quality talents are needed to learn it.
In the Tang Dynasty, there were two ways to learn second-level magic.
The first way is more accessible to the people: apply for admission to a key cultivation university. After reaching the level of first-level spells, and then passing the postgraduate entrance examination, you can learn second-level spells for free. Some of these talented academics studied directly for bachelor's and master's degrees, and learned second-level spells at the age of eighteen or nineteen.
The second way is very real: either you have a great father, such as being from a family of cultivators, and you have the opportunity to learn high-level spells since you were a child; or you have a powerful master, such as being a disciple of a swordsman.
Both avenues are closed to fat people.
His junior high school diploma is too far away from a major university.
As for Niu Daddy and Master, they have nothing to do with him.
Through the exploration just now, Fatty already has a clue: Killing Demons and Weeping Blood hides a big secret.
This secret requires a serious swordsman to wield a sword in order to unlock it.
So the question is, where can a fat man learn the art of sword control?
