It had to be said that He Luo, who was also a rank 2 Ascended Naga, had a really weak sword technique.
Although he had undergone systematic training, when he went out to kill people, he still relied on his extraordinary strength and defensive ability. Occasionally, he would use his soul ability to trick people, but his real skills … could only be said to be passable.
It looked like it.
After going through Crow's Dark Training Camp, Huai Shi felt that it was simply a mess.
In his remaining records, there was nothing useful to write about.
In the broken records, there was a lot of killing people and a lot of collecting money.
His memory of many combat skills had gradually become blurry and rusty, showing fragmentation. On the other hand, he remembered his anonymous account in the United American Bank very well.
Unfortunately, Ascenders earned a lot, but they also spent a lot.
Just the four machetes made by the alchemy workshop cost tens of millions.
This kind of cold weapon that could be used in the present and the border was really worth every penny. To be able to fight so many times with the sacrificial knife, a relic from the border that could cut iron like mud, and only break when Huai Shi cheated with his soul ability, it could only be said that the quality was excellent.
The cost of alchemy potions was even more exaggerated: a tube of silver blood potion, equivalent to a small red bottle, had a market price of 900,000 yuan. Even if the unit price was relatively not too expensive, over a long period of time, it would accumulate to a particularly frightening amount of expenditure.
And this thing was just a necessity. If you went out without a red bottle, how would you fight with your head?
Not to mention, there was also the existence of the Burmese religion that monopolized the poison dragon's stigmata — the 'Theravada Tantra'. Wanting to buy special custom-made potions and materials for advancement was simply equivalent to sending money to be robbed.
Even if he broke the law and made a lot of money by smuggling, he spent it all in the blink of an eye. He only left about 7 million yuan in funds, which was sneered at by Crow.
Pauper.
Huai Shi could only think about it in horror.
After calculating, what he ate and drank at Crow's place added up to more than a few million yuan, right? He had inquired about it. Although the supplements on the market were relatively cheap, they only referred to those ordinary nutritional products.
If it came with special strengthening, hehe, one bottle, and at least one million yuan. Who didn't want a healthy body? Who wouldn't want to lay a good foundation for the future while they were still developing?
Now, it seemed that the price she gave him was no longer a friendship price. It was practically a father's price. It was almost as if she was giving it away for free.
He had to admit that it was quite satisfying to have such an exaggerated golden thigh to hug from time to time. As for her occasional unreliability and nonsense, sigh, humans always have their strengths and weaknesses, not to mention Crow …
In short, after going through He Luo's records, in addition to knowing a few materials needed for the Naga's Sacred Mark formula, the biggest gain was this set of Theravada Tantric Dual Blade Technique.
Although the group of baldies were very aggressive in collecting money, at least they were willing to give it to He Luo. They didn't hide anything when they were teaching He Luo.
Unfortunately, He Luo did not have any talent in using dual swords, not to mention that Naga was using four swords. The more complicated it was, the more he could only see the basics.
The Theravada Tantras were not so considerate that they would pester you to teach you if you were not interested. Anyway, the pass had already said that it was up to you whether you could learn it or not. You find it troublesome to use four arms, and the higher level Naga's Sacred Mark is six arms! If you can't learn it, it can only mean that you are not fated to learn it. Don't force it, just recharge it …
In the end, it was Huai Shi who benefited.
Dual Blade Technique was good, so cool! It was just that it was a bit troublesome to use …
After being beaten by the instructor for the sixth time, Huai Shi was flustered and exasperated. He waved his hand to call for a rope and directly tied the instructor up to use as a human dummy.
Anyway, it could be restarted even if he was chopped to death.
You just have to suffer a little first.
In the gradual trial and practice, the dual blades in Huai Shi's hands were also constantly changing. Although it was still in the shape of a scimitar, the center of gravity and arc gradually became the same as the two scimitars in He Luo's hands.
It was not until he gradually understood the mystery that Huai Shi believed in the existence of four and six swords.
In the end, the core of this set of Theravada Tantric Dual Blade Technique was to move according to the momentum. Whether it was two arms, four arms, or even eight arms, it didn't matter.
The main point was to 'find the flaws and fill in the gaps'.
It was actually a set of underwater combat methods, and the fighting style was as if it was underwater. This was the home field of the Nagas.
Since it was a technique that originated from the water, it was naturally impossible to split Mount Hua at the slightest movement. Otherwise, under the resistance of the water, it would only be half the result with twice the effort.
What it pursued was a dense and continuous attack, a soft force technique that neutralized and hit, and an extremely deceptive feint.
Once it was fully displayed, there would be no gap or breathing room before the enemy died. Once it was defended, it could be said to be airtight.
The focus of its attack was not the action of slashing, but the process of pulling the blade back after it was close to the enemy's body.
It was like a saw.
The sharp teeth on the blade would tear a huge gap in the enemy's body, and the Nagas' poison would invade, ravaging the enemy to death bit by bit.
And through a special throwing technique, it could also achieve the effect of a flying tool through the rotation of the center of gravity of the scimitar. When used by a real expert, they would be as agile as a sea snake.
At that time, the more scimitars there were, the more terrifying the lethality would be.
The terrifying thing about this set of dual saber techniques was not its direct lethality, but its impenetrable defense and pervasive attacks that brought enormous psychological pressure to the enemy. Then, the enemy would be hollowed out from the inside bit by bit.
It was extremely sinister.
As for He Luo's big moves that took the wrong path from the beginning, the teachers could only say: No wisdom, next!
After killing dozens of instructors to practice, Huai Shi finally got a glimpse of the door.
The level of the 'Theravada Dual Blade Technique' in the Book of Destiny had also reached LV4.
After having the foundation of Roman dagger fighting, he learned everything quickly.
Unlike the simple military fighting that pursued the greatest lethality, this set of dual blade techniques was unexpectedly fun to play with, and he could play a lot of tricks.
It was a pity that He Luo's blade was left at the scene, and it was most likely surnamed by now. He was a sinner, so he shouldn't think too much, and just obediently play with the Book of Destiny.
Ah, killing instructors was really fun.
He was completely addicted to it.
Even after finishing the record for the umpteenth time, he still couldn't help but open the Book of Destiny again.
I'll cut one more, just one more …
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On the other side, in the stone marrow hall, Crow's Stigmata forging had reached the most critical moment.
Under the gloomy light, the melted metal in the crucible did not emit the slightest bit of light. Instead, it was like a black hole that constantly pulled the surrounding light, like a crack that led to the abyss.
With the addition of materials such as Rainbow Gold, the Silent One's Proof, Yin Iron Frost Silver, and so on, it began to emit gusts of cold wind, rolling up a black fog, and shrouding the entire basement in a gloomy fog.
Now, everything was ready, and only one thing was missing.
Crow stood in front of the crucible, looked back at the mournful sacrificial blade on the table, and gently urged: "The time has come, do you want to jump in yourself, or do you want me to help you?"
The sacrificial blade shook violently and screamed.
It seemed that it would rather die than submit.
After Crow urged it again and again, it jumped out of the scabbard and tried to slash at Crow.
After absorbing a lot of blood and life, the sacrificial blade at this moment was overflowing with golden light. It was incomparably gorgeous, and the blade was inlaid with various fine gemstones and strange runes. Now that it was out of the scabbard, the sharp killing intent in the entire room dispersed the cold wind and rain.
The condensed death aura followed the blade and slashed at Crow.
Then … there was no then.
Crow looked up at it, and then it fell on the table in an instant, lost all its power, and wailed.
"You've got guts."
Crow sneered, "Back then, even Sipetotec didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of me. You're just a shoddy imitation of the 'Skinner', where did your courage come from?"
He didn't care at all about the tyrannical god that the Aztecs worshipped back then, and gave an arrogant evaluation with disdain.
"Well, you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, right? Come, let sister have a good look at you. Is your development normal? "
She raised her slender claws and dug out the gemstones that were condensed from Origin Substance one by one, throwing them into the boiling metal in the crucible.
Amidst Blade's shrill cries, all the gems were completely stripped. Even the golden patches were torn off, leaving nothing behind.
In the end, she even disintegrated the hilt of the blade, leaving only the gray blade making a weeping sound.
"Now you agree? Too late! "Crow sneered," A trashy, scheming bitch like you wants to be my little Huai Shi's Stigmata? Dream on! If sister doesn't tear you apart today, my surname isn't Wu! "
After ignoring the fact that her surname wasn't Wu, she gently pecked at the blade with her beak, pulling out a shrieking shadow from the blade. She opened her mouth and swallowed it into her stomach.
Then, she let out a happy burp.
Beneath the feathers, a layer of faintly discernible gold also appeared on her current main body, the branches of her body.
It was a great supplement.
Unfortunately, the amount was still a bit too little.
She smacked her lips in pity, flapped her wings, and an invisible force directly threw the blade into the crucible.
Compared to the length of the blade, the crucible's depth was surprisingly shallow, but it actually swallowed it all at once.
It was hard to imagine whether the blade had melted like butter in that instant, or if it had really fallen into the dark crack that led to somewhere.
Then, a boiling sound rang out.
The darkness was surging.
From the surging darkness, there seemed to be substances slowly gathering. They relied on the metal liquid, slowly condensing, and a bright and clean appearance appeared.
With the remains of the sacrificial blade as the main body, after integrating many materials, the miracle of the abyss finally emerged from Crow's cauldron.
It revealed its appearance.
It was hard to tell whether it was a gorgeous dagger or the key to a treasury door.
Jagged jagged teeth gathered on the spine of the blade, and a brilliant golden glow emerged from the teeth that extended out.
On its hilt, there was a hexagonal gemstone that was almost pure black.
Crow raised her head and glanced at it, saying, "Let there be light."
Then, a flame ignited in the hexagonal gemstone.
And so, the matter was settled.
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