Countless failures, failures, failures.

Whenever Wei Gu tried to make the black soul pressure in his hand longer, it would collapse in an instant.

It's not that the soul pressure is insufficient, the soul pressure that gathers and dissipates in Wei Gushu's hands, in terms of magnitude alone, may be comparable to a C-level deviant, and the soul pressure that should be invisible and weightless is exaggerated, and even smashed one big pit after another on the lawn in front of him.

The powerful brick fly 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 completely collapse at some point.

He inserted the ring-head knife in his hand into the lawn, like inserting a piece of tofu, and before he could react, the blade did not go in a large way.

The construction requires the soul pressure to be sorted according to some kind of dense rule, and this sequence of order must be carried out according to a certain rule in order to make the constructed entity have a special effect.

Here's the problem, Wei Gushu pondered.

Does this method of oneself really need such a wide blade?

He sat in the fence surrounded by knives, supported his chin with his hand, and with the lifting of his other hand, a black dagger fell into his hand, and then with a slight stroke, the soul pressure cut through the green grass in the distance.

In the process of continuous experimentation and imitation, he is now extremely proficient in this method, and it can be said that he can now construct it with his eyes closed and his hands raised.

Wei Jushu looked at the crumbling blade in his hand, and constructed another one, such an extravagant gameplay could only be supported by a soul pressure monster like him.

The dagger in his hand was just trying to imitate Qingjiang at that time, subconsciously moving, but now it was the first time he looked at its body seriously.

The blade is somewhat wide, the thickness is somewhat thick, and the length is somewhat short.

Wei Jushu stretched out his finger and lightly touched the blade, and the blade collapsed and dissipated directly because of this slight external force.

"The blade that is constructed does not have the ability to actually block and damage, and the effect is the pure soul pressure released through it."

Wei Jushu looked at the ring-headed knife named Dingguo on his side, the back of the knife was thick and the blade was broad, which gave it a huge slashing weight and tenacity when blocking.

If you want to compare it, "firmness", "sharpness", "toughness" and "heaviness" are undoubtedly the virtues of the knife weapon, just like the virtues of "modesty" and "prudence".

The problem is that your own Fa can't do that, so you don't need it.

Wei Gu seems to have entered some kind of misunderstanding before realizing that he had constructed a dagger by himself, and the effect was to slash, but this did not mean that it needed to have all the "virtues" of a knife.

Yes, my own Fa is not a "knife" at all, but a soul pressure releaser!

Wei Gushu's eyes lit up, and he directly began to make the soul pressure constructed in his hand only have length, not width.

Soon, a long one-meter-five, but slender rope-like thing was constructed by him, and he held it tremblingly in his hand.

Wei Jushu licked his lips and waved at the trees next to him with some impatience.

The expected giant soul pressure slash did not appear, but this slender thing could not support the output of soul pressure at all, and it was directly shattered on the spot.

Not only is the strength insufficient, but the structure per unit area is too simple, resulting in a low efficiency of soul pressure release.

Undeterred, Wei Jushu lowered his head and began to rummage through the thorns of the knife, like a little raccoon working hard in a garbage can.

"It's too long.... Too thick......"

Wei Gu Shu was stunned, and kept pulling out the famous knife and putting it down again.

Until a certain moment, he suddenly came to his senses.

He held a special knife in his hand.

This knife is slender and sharp, and it only takes one hand to hold and wield, but it is more curved, like a large Taidao in the eastern country, which should belong to the small Taidao according to the classification.

The small knife, also known as the piece of hand, is similar in appearance to the heroic knife, but the same proportion of slenderness, while retaining the strong cutting ability, the knife is fast and light, easy to use with one hand, the only drawback is that the strength is sacrificed for this, too similar to the knife posture is not conducive to defense and blocking, is a kind of extremely specialized knife type.

Maybe you can figure out the most suitable thickness, length, and width ratio by yourself, but this takes a lot of time, and it lacks actual combat grinding.

It is better to stand directly on the shoulders of giants and get inspiration from the famous swords that have been battled in a hundred battles.

The inscription of this knife is "Beehouse Changguang", because the predecessor wore the ronin named Bee House and got its name, the subway plate muscle, the iron is reflected, and the blade pattern is a mutual eye pattern, which is quite a typical style of Changguang works.

This knife is called an important cultural property in Dongguo because of its rarity and graceful posture, and the devil knows how it was brought here by Mo Daosan.

Wei Gu Shu held this small Tai Dao in both hands, felt it for a long time, and suddenly separated his hands, and the shadow-like viscous soul pressure peeled off from this little Tai Dao like a shadow, forming an independent other knife.

The pure black structure seems to be a little unstable at the edges, but from the knife posture, you can see that it is exactly the same as the beehouse Nagamitsu, both emphasizing the slenderness and sharpness of the slash, and the thickness is excellent with the length and narrowness, and it is a delicate proportion that has been summed up through continuous battles.

This time, the black knife didn't collapse again.

Wei Gu couldn't wait to try it, he stretched out his right hand holding the knife and slashed down.

Far exceeding the speed and strength of all previous slashes, the soul pressure was withdrawn like a flood, and the cutting marks of this slash were many times larger and faster than the original unknown, and the soul pressure was condensed and sharp.

The slash unleashed by the black dagger from before was not a thing of the same level at all.....

Wei Jushu looked at a slash mark that was nearly ten meters long, spreading from the grass in front of him to the nearest tree trunk, and slashed it vertically.

Wei Jushu held the brand-new slender black knife in his hand, and was a little stunned.

Mo Daosang applauded lightly, and seemed to express his approval of the Fa after such a transformation.

The famous knives on the ground were automatically sheathed by no wind, as if they were alive, and in an instant, they converged their edges and returned to the golf club bag.

"Whether it's power or destructive power, it's very good to be among the best in this level of law."

"Give it a name, after all, it's the Fa you created."

Wei Jushu looked at the weightless curved long knife he was holding in his hand, and the black soul pressure wrapped around his sword-holding hand from the handle like a flame, constantly overflowing upward, and the slightest shadow turned into invisible.

Everything that is specialized for the sake of slashing is thus constituted.

"Let's call it....[Slashing Sword]."