As soon as the white-haired old man raised his hand, a field of green-winged flying borers fell in the air. Fang Zhuo felt it, and this time the water bladders in the bodies of these green-winged flying borers had already been broken. Immediately, the white-haired old man clicked again, and where his fingers pointed, crackled and fell down to a spiritual valley.

"It's still not good, it's inevitable that there will be a vibration when killing the larvae, and the stalks of this spirit valley are badly damaged, and they will break off if they are subjected to a little external force. ”

Fang Zhuo looked at the results this time, half of Linggu was still standing, and about half of it had fallen. However, even if this is the case, the results are unacceptable.

He frowned and pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke: "Senior, junior has a few words, if you say it inappropriately, don't be angry." ”

The white-haired old man frowned and said with a smile: "Although it is said, don't be a mother-in-law." I see that you didn't talk much just now, and your conscience was not angry with you. "This old man's personality is far more cheerful than Lu's.

Fang Zhuo nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "Senior, this way of sound killing, the junior has never been exposed to it, but I have read a little bit in the book. ”

"Oh?"

"Junior, remember, the way of sound killing has a technique of using resonance to cause the death of the opponent, I wonder if the predecessors of the Dao have ever practiced?"

"Resonance?"

The old man was a little dumbfounded.

More than 300 years ago, he had become a master of sword training, and accidentally came into contact with sonic shock to hurt the enemy, so he became obsessed with the way of sound killing. At that time, he was reprimanded by the master and the head of the sect, and even his fellow disciples were not optimistic. The white-haired old man spent more than a hundred years exploring on his own, and finally fused a new path between sound killing and sword killing, which was equivalent to opening up a new faction in the sword art school of the Bitter Sword Sect! Over the years, he had studied the road of sound killing more and more, and he had gradually become more mature, but he had never heard of the word "resonance".

The reason why Fang Zhuo knew these things was because after the appearance of the first type of the three styles of the craftsman and god and the hammer type, the general outline of the Fu Gong attached a forging technique that was completely different from the spirit impact hammer forging of the hammer type, but the effect was similar, that is, sonic shock hammer forging.

Sonic hammer forging is a weapon that vibrates a weapon at high speed with extremely strong sound waves, and requires the caster to confine the sound waves to the inside of the weapon. The violent shock not only squeezes each metal particle more firmly and evenly, but also can purposefully strengthen the internal rune array of the weapon under the means of the caster. The only thing that can't be done is that this sonic shock tempering can't independently generate spiritual veins inside the weapon, and it can't greatly enhance the power of the rune array.

The introduction of the general outline of the method of sonic shock is more detailed, and it may also be hoped that future generations will be able to carry forward this way if they are proficient in sound rhythm killing.

Fang Zhuo looked at the sonic hammer forging over and over again at this moment, and then raised his head and said, "A few seniors, I don't know who has a long sword in the Dao, the more the better." ”

The white-haired old man looked back at the old man in black and Lu Wenxin, and the three of them stared. Lu Wenxin and the old man in black each took out a long sword, but the white-haired old man didn't bring it at all.

"This won't work. Fang Zhuo said: "The same material, the ordinary ones are the best." He saw that the blood of the two people's long swords was faint, and the streamer on the sword was like a cloud pattern flowing quietly, obviously not mortal.

"That's easy. Lu Wenxin beckoned, and the six black-clothed disciples quickly approached. Lu Wenxin waved his sleeves, and before he could move, the long swords on the waists of the six people came out of their sheaths at the same time, and fell neatly in front of Fang Zhuo.

Fang Zhuo looked at the six long swords of the same system, feeling the bloody murderous aura on the swords, not only nodded secretly. It seems that his guess was right, this black-clothed disciple is all a master of killing in a hundred battles!

Fang Zhuo arched his hand at the six black-clothed disciples, said a faux pas, and bent down to pick up a long sword. He flicked his fingers, and the sword hummed. Fang Zhuo struck his fingers at random on all parts of the long sword, and the sound of the sword was melodious, crisp or heavy, sharp or gentle, as if he was playing music.

The six black-clothed disciples looked at him in unison, and their faces did not change. The three old men looked at him, a little confused. If it weren't for the magic he had seen just now, he would have asked questions a long time ago.

Fang Zhuo knocked dozens of times, then stuck this sword into the ground at his side, picked up another one and began to strike. This was the case three times, until he knocked the six long swords one by one, and then Fang Zhuo lowered his head and stared at the six long swords motionless.

Lu Wenxin was originally a little anxious, but he couldn't help but open his mouth when he saw this. But the white-haired old man in front of him didn't want to raise his palm, preventing him from disturbing Fang Zhuo.

Fang Zhuo looked at it for a long time, then reached out and took out two of the six long swords. He struck the two long swords one by one again, and then casually took out the carving knife that Lu Wenxin had just given him.

He took a long sword and sharpened the carving knife with his hand, and with a snort, he slashed off an extremely thin and long piece of metal. Lu Wenxin frowned when he saw the owner of this long sword, and hurriedly said, "Don't be impatient, go back to Quenching Sword Peak and get a better one." ”

The black-clothed disciple listened, endured it, and did not speak.

Fang Zhuo slashed it with a knife and struck it again. After knocking, he didn't seem satisfied, so he raised the carving knife and repaired it again. He is very measured, and what he cuts off is often just a little metal particle on the outer layer.

After several times in a row, Fang Zhuo was finally satisfied.

He took the two long swords he picked out in his hands and said to the white-haired old man: "Senior, the truth in this, the junior doesn't know anything, so he can only think of a stupid way, I hope you can understand it." ”

The white-haired old man raised his hand and motioned for him to continue.

Fang Zhuo laid one of the long swords flat on the ground, then held the other long sword and bent down next to the long sword on the ground, and struck his fingers on the long sword in his hand.

The crowd's eyes widened as they watched, but they didn't see any change.

Fang Zhuo was not in a hurry, he kept changing positions with light or heavy fingers, and suddenly the white-haired old man let out a surprised "huh".

At this time, Fang Zhuo was also in good spirits. He found his position and began to hammer harder. At this time, everyone saw that the long sword lying flat on the ground actually began to vibrate slightly!

As Fang Zhuo continued to strike, the long sword vibrated more and more. Fang Zhuo gradually mastered the trick, and suddenly Da Lang laughed and knocked suddenly, the long sword in his hand hummed, but the long sword on the ground rang with a bang, and it was broken into two!

"How is this possible?!" the three old men shouted almost at the same time!

Fang Zhuo looked at the stunned white-haired old man with a smile and said, "Senior, you see, this is the power of resonance. ”

(The article needs to borrow "resonance" easily, it is really fictional, don't be symptomatic)

The white-haired old man took the long sword in his hand and looked at it over and over again, and knocked it a few times to make sure that Fang Zhuo was not making trouble. In fact, he himself knew in his heart that under the noses of the three primordial old monsters, how much ability could Fang Zhuo have to make trouble?