Fang Bie himself actually felt a little disappointed. The craftsman's soul did not immediately increase their combat effectiveness like drawing a sword. Even with the same effect of so many high-level materials, it did not elevate them to a high level.
Degree.
This only improves some attributes and strengthens some directions, which can make people see obvious improvements, but it does not really change the overall situation immediately.
He took out the weapons he made, a set of swords of different sizes, from the largest broad-bladed epee to the smallest half-foot dagger, a total of 7 swords. He took them out at the same time and directly controlled them in his hand.
After all, he has some cultivation, so it is not particularly difficult to control these weapons. He can feel the power contained in the weapons, and he can also feel the blessings of these powers on himself, but all of this is actually not considered.
Especially powerful.
"Strong? If I want to be strong, wouldn't it be better if I just draw the sword? Why do I have to work so hard to forge these weapons? Isn't this a waste of time?" Fang Bie murmured to himself.
But the people around him didn't seem to feel this. Everyone was trying their best to kill the monsters around them, as if they didn't feel that these weapons were not a particularly big enhancement to them.
"Xiao Yan, what do you think... of these weapons?" Fang Bie asked. At this time, the young man was waving flaming sword light one after another around him, as if he could use it inexhaustibly, destroying those little ones.
Zombies.
"How does it feel?" Xiao Yan was stunned, but he quickly reacted and replied, "This sword suits me so well. It's like a compatriot with me. It can guess all my thoughts and thoughts.
action!"
"But it's not strong enough!" Fang Bie said. The power exerted by the people holding these weapons was obviously not as powerful as the predecessors of these weapons, but they still enjoyed it, as if they were enjoying the feeling of control in using the weapons.
Feel.
"Why does it have to be strong enough? It is precisely because it is the same as us, neither too strong nor too weak, that it can be easily controlled by us!"
Xiao Yan said, and walked directly into the center of the battlefield again. The weapon in his hand seemed to be able to read his mood, jumping and spinning with his movements, accompanying him to walk in the world and among the monsters.
, cutting off the heads of one monster after another.
"Yes!" Fang Bie seemed to suddenly realize. No wonder no one mentioned the power of these weapons at all, because they felt the closeness as if blood was thicker than water.
Not everyone can use weapons as smoothly as their own arms. Weapons that can grow with them and continue to strengthen are the weapons that are most suitable for them and can last a lifetime!
In the world of Zhetian, generally they have to accompany their natal weapon to Sendai, and then truly engrave their spiritual imprint on it and shine their own heart into it, so that they can achieve the unity of human and weapon.
But now they have felt this power, no wonder they are immersed in it. This is not only their battle, but also the process of establishing a bond between them and the spiritual weapons in their hands.
Fang Bie looked at the sword in his hand with some distress. He felt this way with almost all weapons. He could learn all the weapons immediately and complete the so-called bond. This would not cause any harm to him.
any improvement.
He stood in the middle of the crowd with a bit of a look on his face, "Co-author...The reason why I didn't establish a spiritual connection with the weapon is because I am too talented?"
He can easily establish any connection with all weapons because his mind is almost dust-free and untainted by any impurities.
Fang Bie seemed to possess the power of telekinesis, urging these swords of different sizes, and tongues like whips flew through the air, but they were easily cut off by him with a swing.
Ordinary zombies are more like delivering food, almost killing a group of them without blocking his movement at all.
Even though Tongxuan has reached the realm of Immortal Terrace, he will not easily use a large number of killing moves. After all, those killing moves consume too much vitality and physical strength, and do not meet their current requirements.
This kind of fighting with weapons is the least energy-consuming way for them, but even so, they can hardly hold on.
The spiritual energy in this world is too scarce, and it is impossible for them to really rely on flesh and blood to restore their strength. Many moves simply do not dare to be used forcefully.
Tony's bullets have been used up long ago, and he is the one who is under the most pressure. He needs to constantly use the ammunition on his body to reduce the stock of monsters around him, otherwise the pressure on the people below will be too great.
He was holding two weird pistols that looked a little special, which were forged before. The bullets in the pistols seemed to have spiritual power, passing through the heads of every monster, and then returned to his hands again, and were re-engaged by him.
Insert the magazine.
Tony also learned to be smart. These bullets teleported back from a distance as if they were spiritual and stuffed into the firearm in his hand. This characteristic is called infinite.
He only needs to keep pressing the trigger mechanically, and the bullets with the shining luster of thunder will reap lives for him one after another.
But even so, his body, which was not too powerful in the first place, finally felt tired at this time.
Even someone like him who needs to pull the trigger is so exhausted, not to mention the performance of everyone below. Xiao Yan started to use his ultimate move, and was the first to be unable to hold on. He could only rely on the flames in his hands to endure the pain.
For support, even the sword was directly put into his body for warmth and nourishment.
Tongxuan has also retracted the long stick in his hand to the size of an ordinary human. Although each blow can still accurately kill a zombie, it has still lost its vitality, and the originally shiny hair seems to be a little dry.
Hua Yunfei also lost the strength to sit cross-legged on the ground and play the piano early. The guqin turned into a small ball like a star in his hand, bouncing around quickly, but the speed gradually slowed down.
Fang Bie is the one who feels the least. Is it possible that Steve is tired? Impossible!
But he also noticed everyone's fatigue, and silvery-white light spots began to wrap around everyone's bodies. After obtaining the authority of the creator of this world, Fang Bu finally had some other abilities.
The zombies suddenly stopped their attacking gestures and dispersed around with some confusion. The countless attacks also dissipated at this moment.
"Stop, as long as you stop attacking them, they will not discover our existence." Then everyone stopped their attacking postures and stood on the ground tiredly.
"If someone told me that one day I would be exhausted from killing monsters, I wouldn't believe it!" Xiao Yan sat down on the ground, "I can't believe it! How come there are so many of them?"