The snow crunched under the soles of his shoes, and Xu Mo turned around and asked, "Master, what is the Erjie Dao you are talking about?"
I curled my lips and said, "Rogue weapon."
It is not nonsense to say that Erjie Dao is a rogue weapon.
In the past, if anyone used this weapon in the ring, they would be attacked by a group of people.
The structure of this thing is not complicated. There is a special iron chain between the knife head and the handle. If it is thrown out hard, the chain will be soft.
If you only use your strength, the chain will harden, which is equivalent to transforming into a long weapon.
The essence is in the chain, but the secret is in the handle of the knife.
There is a firing spring in the handle of the knife, which can fly the blade out when trying to save one's life.
With a weight of 20 kilograms and the rapid shooting speed, even a bison can be pierced!
The handle of the knife that goes down is actually a swinging stick. There is quicklime hidden in the middle of the swinging stick. Once the stick is pulled out, even if it cannot hit someone, the quicklime is enough to make the opponent blind for a short time.
In any case, it is not a problem to save one's life.
After hearing this, Xu Mo praised repeatedly: "This is equivalent to four weapons hidden in one weapon."
"Master, this move of yours is very damaging!"
I couldn't help but kicked him: "If you don't know how to praise others, just shut up!"
The next day, before noon, Xu Mo couldn't wait to drag me to the blacksmith shop.
When we arrived at the blacksmith shop, it was just past ten o'clock.
The old blacksmith was not blowing air outside, he was probably busy inside.
I knocked on the door and stepped in after getting the answer from inside.
The old blacksmith was shirtless, waving the hammer in his hand, and said in agreement.
"You guys sit down and wait for a while, there are still two more quenchings to go."
The old blacksmith made it simple, but we waited for nearly four hours.
Xu Mo couldn't help but want to step forward to check several times, but I pulled him back every time.
The so-called teacher is not in his way, he can use dirty tricks in a fight, but his craftsmanship is definitely not good, even if he is peeping, it is wrong.
Finally, the old blacksmith shouted with satisfaction: "Okay!"
We both hurried forward and saw a black sword lying quietly on the case.
The old blacksmith wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed: "If I can wield such a precious sword in this life, it will be worth it if I die tomorrow!"
"You don't know how good this knife is."
The old blacksmith patted his chest: "I'm telling you, if this knife breaks the stubble, you can dig my grave after I die!"
According to what he said, this knife has reached the point where it can cut hair with a blow, and it is not even recommended to use it at all times to avoid accidentally injuring yourself.
He randomly found a piece of white paper, placed it gently on the blade of the knife, and blew on the white paper, which immediately broke at the waist.
What a fast knife!
After saying that, he gently rotated the handle of the knife, and the chain lock in the middle was exposed.
The old blacksmith said proudly: "I specially used a twist lock so that every section can be disassembled."
"The most important thing is that this knife is not heavy to hold and is very light to use."
I held it in my hand and weighed it. Don't tell me, it's true.
But when I put it on the scale and measured it, I found that the sword was exactly 20 kilograms, and there was no shortage at all.
Xu Mo couldn't put it down while holding it in his hand, and kept praising it.
The old blacksmith handed us a scabbard by the way: "A good knife comes with a good sheath, this is a gift!"
People say that a great craftsman works alone, but little does he know that his craftsmanship is unparalleled and requires no helpers at all.
I took out the money I had prepared, no more, no less, exactly ten thousand.
"Put the money away."
The old blacksmith didn't take the money, but said with a serious face: "Aren't you Taoist priests?"
"Where did this come from?"
The old blacksmith babbled at the scabbard: "I've never seen a Taoist priest use this thing."
"However, I can also see that you are indeed not ordinary people."
The old blacksmith rubbed his palms together and made a rustling sound: "I want to ask you something, this..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.
