Countless failures, failures, failures.
Whenever Wei Curcuma tried to make the black soul pressure in his hand longer, it would collapse in an instant.
It's not because of the lack of soul pressure. The amount of soul pressure gathered and dissipated in Wei Curcuma's hand may be comparable to a C-level anomaly suppressor in terms of magnitude alone. The soul pressure that should be invisible and weightless is exaggerated due to the amount. , and even made big holes one after another on the lawn in front of him.
The powerful brick flying may not be compatible with the structural system that requires the most precision. No matter how terrifying the amount of soul pressure is, it will always collapse completely at a certain moment.
He inserted the ring-headed knife into the lawn smoothly, like inserting a piece of tofu. Before he could react, a large part of the blade was gone.
The construction requires soul pressure to be ordered according to certain dense rules, and this sorting sequence must be carried out according to certain specific rules in order for the constructed entity to have special effects.
The problem lies here, Wei Curcuma began to ponder.
Does my method really need such a wide blade?
He sat in the fence surrounded by knives, supporting his chin with his hand. He raised his other hand casually, and a black dagger fell into his hand. Then with a slight stroke, the soul pressure cut into the distance. green grass.
In the process of constant experimentation and imitation, he has now become extremely proficient in this method. It can be said that he can now construct it with his eyes closed and his hands raised.
Wei Curcuma looked at the collapsed blade in his hand and constructed another one. Only a soul-pressing monster like him could afford such a luxurious gameplay.
The dagger in his hand was just a subconscious move he tried to imitate Qingjiang at that time, but now it was the first time he seriously looked at its body.
The blade is a little wider, a little thicker, and a little short in length.
Wei Curcuma stretched out his finger and lightly touched the blade. The blade collapsed and dissipated due to this slight external force.
"The constructed blade has no actual ability to block or damage. What works is the pure soul pressure released through it."
Wei Zeshu looked at the ring-headed sword named Dingguo beside him. The back of the sword was thick and the blade was wide, which gave it huge cutting weight and tenacity when blocking.
If we want to use metaphors, "sturdiness", "sharpness", "toughness" and "thickness" are undoubtedly the virtues of a weapon like a knife, just like the virtues of "humbleness" and "caution" in people.
The problem is, my own method cannot do these things, so I don’t need them.
Wei Curcuma realized that he seemed to have entered into some misunderstanding before. He constructed a dagger by himself, and its effect was to cut, but this did not mean that it needed to have all the "virtues" of a knife.
That's right, my method is not a "sword" at all, but a soul pressure releaser!
Wei Curcuma's eyes lit up, and he directly began to let the soul pressure constructed in his hand only have length, not width.
Soon, he constructed something that was one and a half meters long but as slender as a rope, and held it tremblingly in his hand.
Wei Curcuma licked his lips and waved at the trees next to him impatiently.
The expected huge soul-pressing slash did not appear. Instead, this slender thing could not withstand the output of soul-pressing, and it shattered into pieces on the spot.
Not only is the strength insufficient, but the structure per unit area is also too simple, resulting in low soul pressure release efficiency.
Wei Zeshu was not discouraged. He lowered his head and began to rummage among the thorns for the knife, like a little raccoon working hard in a trash can.
"Too long...too thick..."
Wei Curcuma was in a daze, constantly pulling up the famous sword and putting it down again.
Until a certain moment, he suddenly woke up.
He holds a special knife in his hand.
This sword is slender and sharp, and can be held and wielded with only one hand, but it is also highly curved. It is like the Odachi of the Eastern Kingdom, and it should be classified as a Kodachi.
Kodachi, also known as katachi, is similar in appearance to the majestic tachi, but is slimmed down in equal proportions. It retains its powerful cutting ability while making the knife quick and light, making it easy to use with one hand. The only drawback is that it sacrifices strength for this purpose. , the posture of the sword is too similar to that of a tachi and is not conducive to defense and blocking. It is an extremely specialized sword type for cutting.
Maybe you can figure out the most suitable ratio of thickness, length, and width by slowly thinking about it, but this takes a lot of time and lacks practical training.
It's better to stand on the shoulders of giants and get inspiration from famous swords that have experienced hundreds of battles.
The inscription of this sword is "Haiwu Changguang". It was named after the ronin who wore it before. It has a subway plate with a reflection on the iron. The blade pattern is a cross-eye pattern, which is quite typical of Changguang's work style. .
This sword was called an important cultural property by the Eastern Kingdom because of its rarity and graceful appearance. Who knows how it was brought here by Mo Daosang.
Wei Curcuma held the Kodachi sword with both hands and felt it for a long time. Suddenly his hands separated, and the thick soul pressure peeled off the Kodachi sword like a shadow, forming another independent sword.
The pure black structure, the edge seems a bit unstable, but from the posture of the knife, it can be seen that it is exactly the same as the Hungiya Changguang. It emphasizes the slenderness and sharpness of the cutting, and the thickness, length and narrowness are well matched. This is summed up through continuous battles. of exquisite proportions.
This time the black knife did not collapse again.
Wei Zeshu couldn't wait to try it. He stretched out his right hand holding the knife and slashed it down.
Far exceeding the speed and strength of all previous cuts, the soul pressure was drawn away like a flood. The cutting mark left by this cut was many times larger and faster than the original. The soul pressure was solid and sharp.
The slashes unleashed by the black dagger are not on the same level at all...
Wei Curcuma looked at a slash that was nearly ten meters long, spreading from the grass in front of him to the nearest tree trunk, and chopped it open vertically.
Wei Curcuma held the brand new and slender black knife in his hand, feeling a little dazed.
Mo Daosang applauded gently, seeming to express his approval of the Fa after such transformation.
The famous knives on the ground moved automatically without any wind and were sheathed one after another, as if they were alive. In an instant, they restrained their sharpness and returned to the golf club bag.
"Whether it's power or destructive power, it's among the best in this level of magic. It's pretty good."
"Give it a name. After all, you created the law."
Wei Zeshu looked at the weightless long curved sword in his hand. The black soul pressure was like a flame wrapped around the hand holding the sword from the handle, constantly overflowing upwards, and the slightest shadow turned into invisible.
Everything that is specialized for slashing is composed of this.
"Just call it... [Sword-cutting]."
