An Luohong would definitely not be such a fool, and I am not the kind of idiot who would just treat people as fools.

If it weren't for his own reasons, that boy An Luohong would not have been able to hold his good sword and would have to use a whiteboard that has no attributes. Moreover, I soon saw the reason for him doing this.

Not only me, but everyone saw it.

The white-board sword flew up, and the tip of the sword changed from vertical to horizontal, pointing directly at the players in the opposite demon camp.

An Luohong's lips moved slightly, and the white sword on his head flashed with a white light, and a shadow appeared on each side.

No! That's not a shadow, but a entity.

The white-board sword hanging above An Luohong's head changed from one to three.

However, even if it is divided into three, it is still a white-board sword. Together, it is only three white-board swords, and its power is almost the same as it is.

However, all this was not over. The three swords shook at the same time, and the same white light as before, the white swords in the air had turned into nine. Then, the nine swords became twenty-seven. Later... no one could count how many white swords were flying in the air.

"Damn! What kind of skill are you doing? You are so perverted!"

Looking at the white sword flying in the air like silver scales crossing the river, I stared at An Luohong and couldn't speak for a long time.

Fortunately, it's just a white-board sword. If you use advanced weapons, you don't need to be beaten, and you can scare people to death. Even if it's just like that, I've seen the guys on the other side look incorrect.

An Luohong ignored my scolding. His face didn't look very good, and the sweat on his head also rose up one by one.

I saw that his face was really wrong. I couldn't help but look at it with the Heavenly Eye Technique, and I couldn't help but be shocked.

At this time, Di An Luohong's blood volume and soul are only 1, which means that at this time, let alone attack, even if he slapped him half-jokingly, the system's default damage can directly send him to the resurrection point.

At this time, he could really take the courage to do it. If so many people besiege him, wouldn't he be afraid that a sect would give him a chance to protect him and let him use up his skills? It was obvious that he wanted to protect the Dharma for him and let him use up his skills.

However, no matter how much I complain, I still don’t dare to let this helper who finally came here die in vain.

A talisman was thrown on An Luohong's head, and I blocked him again. He blocked all the talismans, feather arrows, darts and so on that could attack him.

An Luohong's lips kept chanting spells, as if she didn't dare to stop, and the white-board sword flying all over the sky seemed to start to tremble, as if they were so excited that they wanted to rush out of the sword formation.

It seemed that An Luohong could no longer control the more and more white swords. His hands suddenly raised above his head and shouted word by word: "Wan-Sword-Jing-Jing"

"There is no need to be so slutty, right?" I murmured in a low voice. Turning my head to look at An Luohong who was blocked by me, but was shocked by the situation in front of me.

The white-board sword flying all over the sky suddenly seemed to be a squat of hornets, and with a buzzing sound, it flew towards the players opposite.

"Mom. No——"

The word "good" had no words, and the knights who were rushing towards him had been nailed into silver hedgehogs and fell down straight. After their bodies turned into white light, the white-board sword inserted on the ground could clearly see a human form.

There are naturally no flying swords in the position blocked by this hero, but other places... how can it be described as miserable?

Any heroes who are ahead, or players of the monsters who transform into thick-blooded animals, will be like big magnets, causing the flying swords to stab them like eyes.

A sword light flashed, and the demon players seemed to be crossing the border by locusts. There were not a few good leaves left.

Some of them reacted a little faster. They were lying on the ground before the white-board sword flew over. Many corpses in front of them that had not yet disappeared blocked the sword and barely saved their lives.

But in desperation, he ignored his head and tail, and his head and chest were protected, but his butt was not kept up, and he was stabbed by several swords. Although his life was saved, he probably had no face to appear in the battlefield of the Soul-Slaying Temple again.

"You kid, you really have yours. Where did you learn the skills? They are so powerful?" I patted An Luohong's shoulder and asked with a smile.

Oh no, this kid is weak now, I just took a random shot...

Fortunately, I patted my chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

After the skill was sent out, An Luohong's blood volume finally recovered half, but his soul had been exhausted and he could not recover independently. Otherwise, the beat just now would have taken his life.

"Your skill is amazing, but the negative effect is a bit scary, right?"

"There's no way." An Luohong said while stuffing the potion into her mouth: "If you weren't by my side, I wouldn't have dared to use it. Not only that, there is also a pervert in this skill, you would never have imagined."

"Absolutely I could not have imagined?" I looked at the white-board swords ahead. Some of them had disappeared with the dead players, while others were still stuck on the floor or walls, as if they could break away at any time.

After all, such an attack force and such a broken whiteboard sword have long been infinitely close to zero.

"Don't tell me, you really have to use as many swords as you release, right?" I scratched my head and gave an answer casually, but saw An Luohong looking at me like a confidant, and her head was lit like a chicken eating rice.

"You can guess this!" The boy patted my shoulder and said, "You don't know that in order to buy this whiteboard sword, I almost ran all the blacksmith shops in the main city of the Eastern Continent. Fortunately, my backpack was still the bottomless backpack made by my wife, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of putting anything else."

"Does it take to run to the blacksmith shop? You have so many workers under your command, can't you shoot a few whiteboard swords?" I asked.

"Fight? Am I crazy?" An Luohong said with his eyes wide open: "You should know how much time it takes to hit a sword?"

"If you don't add gems, you don't need too good materials, and you won't have much time." I shrugged and said, "It's more convenient than you can buy it."

"Say that." An Luohong pounced on her fingers.

"According to the simplest process, and the mold is ready-made and can be used repeatedly, without considering the problem of coldness or not, the shortest time required to build a whiteboard sword may be about thirty seconds. Then you can play two in a minute, and one hour is one hundred and twenty. Eight hours a day, and if you don't eat or drink, you can create this sword, and only nine hundred and sixty. And if I start a skill once, it takes thousands of swords, and I can use it once in a day? Am I full? "

"Who told you to fight alone? Don't you have so many workers in Yuzhifang?" I threw out a fire spirit talisman and shot several fish that had escaped the net back, then asked.

"And." An Luohong broke off his second finger and said.

"We won't talk about time. No matter how good the craftsmen in my Yushenfang are, they are all master-level figures. If they don't do anything, they will just build a white-board sword for me? Have you ever calculated this? Based on their salary, I will be killed by my wife!"

"Then you can ask the newcomer to fight." I was a little dissatisfied and said with a bit of force.

"Newcomer?" An Luohong shook her head repeatedly and said to me: "Even if you learn forging from scratch, you won't always play the whiteboard sword. You have also learned forging. Have you ever made a whiteboard thing?"

When I heard this, I was a little stunned.

That's right. Whether it's the Western Continent or the Eastern Continent, I have never created whiteboard equipment since the day I learned to forge. Even if it's not the best, it has a good attribute.

When you think about it carefully, even if players have forging techniques again, it is unlikely that they can create whiteboard equipment. Because, depending on the material use, the temperature, the strength of the hammer, the time and method of coldness may cause some changes in the attributes of the weapon. In other words, the things players make are either directly scrapped or have certain attributes. If you want to continuously create a whiteboard sword without attributes, it is about the same as the chance of creating a magical weapon.

"You can only use a whiteboard sword for this skill?"

Although the yield of the whiteboard sword is not high, it can be replaced with something else. I asked for it naturally.

"It's not only that." An Luohong said: "But this skill requires that the weight attributes of each sword must be consistent, otherwise the balance will not be controlled. You told me, except for the whiteboard sword, where do you go to pick so many weapons with the same attributes to give me?"

"Well..."

"Don't stop this and that! I've considered the things you can consider. It's most convenient and direct to buy them in the system blacksmith shop. Anyway, many whiteboard swords are produced every day, and it's useless for others to take them. I'll just increase the turnover for Huaxia Company. Anyway, there are only twenty copper coins per hand, and I only buy 500 handfuls per hand for one yuan."

I'm so impressed, why did I forget the price?

If you can buy five hundred handfuls of things for one dollar, why do you have to spend time and work on it manually? Isn’t that so full?

No wonder the kid didn't pick up those swords when they fell to the ground. With the time to pick up the sword, the money he could earn was enough to buy 10,000 whiteboard swords.
Chapter completed!