In front of Fang Zhuo, there were twelve identical short swords.

These short swords are no more than nine inches long, and the hilt is short, just enough to hold in one hand. The dagger has no wedges, no gauntlets, and is extremely simple. From this point of view, their owners also did not intend to equip them with scabbards.

Each of the twelve short swords had two kinds of runes engraved on them. One was a simple Divine Charm Array, which could assist Fang Zhuo to better control the short sword with his divine sense. The other is the impact talisman array, which can release all the spiritual power in the sword body in an eruption state.

The Divine Attraction Talisman Array and the Impact Talisman Array belonged to the primary formation, and Fang Zhuo was relatively easy to control.

These twelve short swords, strictly speaking, Fang Zhuo was going to use them with flying knives. Fang Zhuo, who had studied bows and arrows a lot, had seen Zu Tong's attack distance of nearly 100 zhang, and knew the advantage of distance in combat. So he pondered how he could get the first step from a distance. Thinking about it, this point still has to fall on the strength of one's own incomparably strong physical strength.

Although the power of that huge bow and arrow was terrifying, every time it shot, it needed to consume Fang Zhuo's huge spiritual power, and Fang Zhuo had now fully understood why the archers in that gang of thieves would be almost useless after shooting two arrows. It is estimated that the internal force in his body is more suitable to shoot one arrow, and if there are two arrows, it is absolutely overdrawn.

Fang Zhuo's current strength can be relatively easily supported to eleven or twelve arrows. There is nothing wrong with using this big bow with his strength, but if he exceeds this value, there will be a problem with the supply of spiritual power.

Moreover, just like the weird dagger given to Yun Rong, Fang Zhuo was also wary of this big bow. Even though he was already quite insightful in rune attainment, Fang Zhuo had seen it many times, but he couldn't find a single rune from this big bow. However, it has two major functions: automatic recovery and absorbing people's spiritual power. Fang Zhuo didn't dare to use it too often without fully understanding the secret of this big bow.

The twelve short swords seemed to be slender and small, but each one weighed about 1,200 catties! Even if Fang Zhuo had already used the Spirit Witch Forbidden to refine all of them, his divine sense could not be easily controlled.

It's too heavy.

Fang Zhuo was determined to use them as flying swords every day in the future, just so that he could practice his divine sense.

Gently fiddling with a short sword, Fang Zhuo thought in his heart about how lethal this heavy sword would be if it was thrown away. That's right, these short swords were actually throwing knives that Fang Zhuo had forged for himself.

In order to supplement his shortcomings in long-range attacks, he chose the method of throwing knives.

The secret weapon itself has a series of martial arts secret weapon practice methods in his mind. Moreover, on the cliff outside the Xuanyuan altar, he had also painstakingly practiced the fingering techniques of the hidden weapon and so on.

Now, with a huge force of tens of thousands of catties, he threw a short sword of more than 1,000 catties into the air, and the distance of a hundred zhang was really a small number.

Putting away the twelve short swords, Fang Zhuo began to think anew.

He needed a weapon to take advantage of, and the long sword that Dong Jianchen gave him was too light. Moreover, he also needed a flying sword to take advantage of! This flying sword naturally couldn't be as heavy as these short swords used as throwing knives. These short swords are barely used for flying sword practice, if they encounter a crisis, how can they come in handy?

He glanced at the floating sword in the metal bottle, which he had forged with his divine sense before he began forging it. The style of this sword is very ordinary, and there are no bells and whistles. The sword has eight sides and two ridges. The back of the sword is recessed in the center, and on either side are two sharp ridges. Such a sword body has four blade edges on one side, so this kind of sword is called an eight-edged sword.

After forging many scraps with his own hands to succeed in twelve short swords, Fang Zhuo had a new understanding of the properties of these rare alloys. His consciousness pulled a little more from the heavy silver metal essence and added it to the longsword. The sword then turned into a mass of metal liquid in the metal bottle and began to fuse evenly.

Ten breaths later, Fang Zhuo swung his hammer and began his tempering again!

Fang Zhuo has been in retreat for 18 days.

Gu Chengshan and the others had already learned Fang Zhuo's power after the lesson of the last time. To be honest, a cultivator like Gu Chengshan can be regarded as a master among the outer disciples of the Bitter Sword Sect. It's not like he hasn't seen the flying sword master. But like Fang Zhuo's sword momentum, with his eyesight, he couldn't even catch the trajectory of the flying sword, he really hadn't seen it! With such a speed, the flying sword flashed, I'm afraid that he Gu Chengshan didn't even have a chance to reflect, and his head had already fallen off!

Moreover, Gu Chengshan is different from the other two, he has been cultivating swords for many years and has already achieved quite a lot. In Fang Zhuo's simple sword, Gu Chengshan's music captured a certain sharp but ethereal aura. Gu Chengshan suspected that it should be some kind of sword intent!

Among the inner disciples, all those who can comprehend the sword intent are all regarded as treasures by the entire sect!

Gu Chengshan immediately gave himself an accurate positioning, and asked Fang Zhuo to have a good relationship no matter what. With Gu Chengshan's strength, it has reached the threshold of entering the inner door. However, one of his ages is already on the older side, and the other suffers from no one to recommend and appreciate him, so Gu Chengshan can only live in the outer door now.

Entering the inner door, even if no one will accept him to enter, it is a great opportunity to listen to the preaching of those senior masters on time!

His mind was disturbed, Gu Chengshan couldn't cultivate, he was thinking nonsense, but he heard hurried footsteps outside. As soon as his consciousness moved, he already knew who the person was coming, and Gu Chengshan walked out of the city in surprise.

"Gu Tou'er, go and take a look. "The man who came was the foreman of the blacksmith's shed. Gu Chengshan has been stationed here for a long time, and he doesn't have any arrogance, and these people deal with him a little casually.

"What's wrong?"

"The shed is collapsing!"

Gu Chengshan's body has disappeared in place!

Before he reached the workshop, he heard a dull impact in the distance. Gu Chengshan felt the constant trembling of the ground, and his face couldn't help but change. What kind of impact does it take to shake such a large piece of land?!

A few days ago, the continuous shaking hit Gu Chengshan and knew that he had come to see it many times in person. However, at that time, Fang Zhuo's impact was well controlled, but it only acted within a radius of one or two hundred meters. And now, that impact has doubled!

Moreover, a few days ago, Fang Zhuo's hammer blow never came out. Now the sound of the hammer is very dull and weak, but it already shows that the shielding array under Fang Zhuo can't withstand the impact of such a terrifying sound!

What's going on?

Ren Gu Chengshan was also well-informed, and he couldn't guess how Fang Zhuo could do all this.

The boulder shed was constantly trembling and moaning, and several pieces of wood had been shaken off from the roof of the giant wood. The craftsmen did not dare to stay in the shed, so they could only hide from afar and watch in awe. There is no way, even if the shed does not fall, they are so shocked that they can't stand, how can they still work?

"Let's all go back, don't talk nonsense about things here. These few days are counted as your public holidays, and your wages will be paid. Gu Chengshan waved his hand and gave the two young outer disciples a look.

The two young disciples hurriedly left with the craftsmen. They would repeatedly emphasize the meaning of Gu Chengshan, and then send these craftsmen away directly, and send them home for a few days before speaking.

Fang Zhuo's movement was too loud, and Gu Chengshan didn't know what he was doing, but his intuition told him that it was better to keep it a secret for him as much as possible.