Chapter 50: Controlling the Flying Sword
Inhaling the flames, Xiao Ding suddenly trembled, and his whole body turned fiery red, and four cyan runes emerged from Ding, turning non-stop. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
Zhang Banxian's face was calm, and wisps of white flames continued to rise from his fingertips, submerging into the small ding.
A small murmur emanated from the ding, and it became louder and louder, and as the sound appeared, wisps of crimson air floated out from several small holes on the lid of the ding, and rose in a curling curl.
"From. ”
Zhang Banxian shouted, his eyes widened, his fingers pointed at Xiao Ding, and he heard a click, and the Ding lid rose up and floated in the air.
With his eyes swept the red Xiaoding, Zhang Banxian turned his head to Wang Xiaoyu and said, "Quickly put in ten spiritual materials." ”
Wang Xiaoyu nodded, his hands suddenly stretched out, and he had already grabbed ten spiritual materials, and threw them at Xiaoding under Zhang Banxian's signal.
Because Xiao Ding was only the size of a palm, Wang Xiaoyu was still worried about whether these spiritual materials as thick as an arm could fit in, but when he threw them out, the scene he saw made his heart surprised.
But seeing Xiao Ding's red glow flashing, the four cyan runes dripped, and all the spiritual materials that flew to them were stirred into powder, and under the traction of a huge suction, they turned into a stream of debris and drilled into the Ding.
The blue light flashed, and the lid fell, firmly buckled on the top of the body, and it was tightly sealed.
Zhang Banxian took a deep breath, and urged the fire of Jingyuan with all his strength, and saw that Xiao Ding was wrapped in a trace of white flames, and in a moment it turned into a big fireball, which suddenly rose from the stone, floating in the air, and burning.
Zhang Banxian raised his head slightly, his eyes were firmly fixed on the fireball in the air, and the flames rising from his finger turned into a line of fire as thick as a little finger, and he continued to sink into the fireball.
Wang Xiaoyu sat next to him, his eyes unblinking, and he recorded Zhang Banxian's spell casting actions one by one.
Three hours passed, Zhang Banxian's forehead was sweaty, his fingers began to tremble slightly, and his breathing gradually became heavier.
At this moment, a scream sounded, and the fireball flame in the air suddenly soared, absorbing the fire line connecting Zhang Banxian's fingers, and heard a "bang" sound, and the Ding Gai flew up, and in the white gas gushing out of the Ding, a small green sword with only the length of the middle finger flew out, and after circling and dancing in the cave for a while, it stopped in the air, and the sword body trembled.
"It's done, it's still an intermediate wooden sword weapon. Zhang Banxian was overjoyed, his hands changed, and he muttered a few words, and saw that the small tripod floating in the air had been combined with the tripod cover, fell down, and stopped on the boulder.
Zhang Banxian stood up, stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed the wooden sword floating there in his hand, and watched it carefully.
Wang Xiaoyu couldn't suppress the curiosity in her heart, so she also leaned over and watched.
The wooden sword is only a finger long and half an inch wide, without a hilt, and there is a faint trace of green on the sword body, which is cold.
After watching for a long time, Wang Xiaoyu liked it more and more, and suddenly stretched out his palm and snatched the wooden sword from Zhang Banxian's hand.
Because he grasped it too tightly, his palm was cut by a wooden sword, and blood oozed.
"The magic weapon is sharper than the ordinary power sword, and it can be driven by the mind to hurt people, why is the baby so careless. ”
Looking at the bloody palm, Wang Xiaoyu smiled bitterly for a while, and said complainingly: "Zhang Xianren should have told me earlier, I thought it was just a small piece of wood, and it was so sharp." ”
"Little wood, hmph, you don't know its benefits and harms yet, after all, it is an intermediate magic weapon, and its power is not covered, and the legendary sword cultivation is based on these small woods. If it is properly controlled, it can reach the realm of killing one person in a hundred steps and leaving no trace for a thousand miles. ”
Glancing at Wang Xiaoyu, Zhang Banxian stroked the rat whiskers and said proudly.
"That's amazing. ”
Wang Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue and said in surprise.
"Of course, the little doll has just stepped on the fairy road, and it can only be said that it is deeply involved in the world, and she will know how wonderful the magic weapon is in the future. ”
Zhang Banxian smiled slightly, raised his head, and began to pretend to be tall.
"Thank you Immortal Zhang for your teachings, return this sword to you, it's a pity that it stained me. Looking at the bloodstained wooden sword, Wang Xiaoyu said embarrassedly.
"This sword is already yours, and the old man can't get it even if he wants it. Zhang Banxian shook his head and said.
"Why, I'll wash it up and give it to you. Wang Xiaoyu was stunned, thinking that he was disgusted, and said busily.
"The wooden sword has been stained with your essence and blood, only you can drive it, and the old man can't drive it. ”
"Why is that?"
Wang Xiaoyu didn't understand it even more, and said with a bunch of question marks in her mind.
"The magic weapon that is refined belongs to the original magic weapon, and it is not subject to any constraints, and it cannot exert its maximum power. ”
"After practicing the original magic weapon, in order to facilitate control and exert its maximum power, it is necessary to do a ritual of recognizing the Lord with blood. ”
Zhang Banxian's eyes swept Wang Xiaoyu, coughed, Gu was tall, and he looked tall.
"What is a drop of blood to recognize the master, what are you going to say?" Looking at Zhang Banxian's appearance, Wang Xiaoyu, who was amused, almost laughed out loud.
Since he wanted to know the meaning of the blood confession, he couldn't help but laugh and asked anxiously.
"Cough, cough, cough. ”
"This drop of blood is to drop a grain of its own essence blood into the original magic weapon, so that it forms a contractual relationship with you, so that it is familiar with the breath of the person who spilled blood. ”
"The magic weapon of dripping blood to recognize the master, because it is connected with the master's mind, is more easy to control, and it is often instilled with true qi and mana, it will gradually become stronger. ”
Speaking of this, Zhang Banxian swept away the stunned Wang Xiaoyu who was listening, and smiled, as much as he could.
"I see, so is this wooden sword controlled by me because it has formed a contractual relationship with me?"
Looking at the wooden sword with green flashes in his hand, Wang Xiaoyu asked.
"Of course, if you don't believe it, you can try it on the spot, but be careful when manipulating, don't hurt the old way. ”
Zhang Banxian nodded and said.
"So what do I do to control it?"
At this time, Wang Xiaoyu had already found that the blood on his hand had been absorbed by the wooden sword, and a trace of green light was circulating on the body of the sword, emitting a trace of ghostly light.
"Inject true qi into the wooden sword, just give a killing intention, pay attention to control the direction, and don't be distracted. ”
Zhang Banxian's body flashed a few times, and he was already hiding behind a stone pillar far away, shouting at Wang Xiaoyu.
"Okay, I'll try. ”
Wang Xiaoyu turned around, nodded in the direction of the stone pillar, and with a turn of thought, a warm current gushed out from the qi mansion, up along the chest, through the right shoulder, spit out from the palm of his hand, and submerged into the wooden sword.
"Whew. ”
The green light of the wooden sword suddenly rose sharply, flew up from the palm of his hand, and floated in front of Wang Xiaoyu, the tip of the sword facing outward, trembling.
"Chop. ”
With Wang Xiaoyu's broken drink, a green light flew out and flew straight towards the stone pillar in the distance.
"Click. ”
The green light flashed, and the stone pillar broke in two and fell, raising a cloud of dust.
A very obscene figure suddenly flew out of the dust, and ran away in the distance.
The green light flickered, and the flying sword bit the black shadow and flew over.
"My master, don't take it quickly, Dao Ye is going to splash blood on the spot. ”
In the distance, Zhang Banxian's angry voice came.