Chapter 907: Legend vs. Legend

"It seems to be moving, but it doesn't take much effort?"
Zhang Xing also looked at the ice crystal giant sworddo strangely.
"What, he ... he can shake the holy sword?"
Everyone was shocked when they heard Zhang Xing talking to himself.
Especially the elder Wan Zhongshan, recorded in the Shanmen classics, no one can shake the Holy Sword in the slightest.
But at this moment, the holy sword was actually dragged by a ten-year-old boy.
This is too incredible.
Wan Zhongshan's face (color) became quite ugly, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
Seems to be calculated by the kid Zhang Xing.
However, some four-star and five-star lords cannot shake the holy sword, can Zhang Xing be better than them?
It is impossible to think.
Perhaps the holy sword has been here (inserting cha) for many years, and Zhang Qiao was moved by Zhang Xing.
He will probably be able to do this too. If I want to pull out the holy sword, I am afraid ...
Wan Zhongshan had just thought of this, and suddenly felt (the body sh n) fluttered suddenly, and at the same time, a loud boom came from his ears.
Looking up, I saw a flash of Baimang in front of me, and the huge holy sword had been pulled out by Zhang Xing, and he was holding it in the air with one hand.
Ga!
All the elders, including him, were dumb.
They stared at each other, their faces were incredible.
This……
Zhang Xing is also a surprise.
He felt that the holy sword was an iron golem weighing ten thousand pounds, and it was pulled out with a little bit of force. There was nothing strange at all.
Nor is Wan Zhongshan saying that no one has been able to shake it in the slightest for thousands of years.
But he also doesn't think Wan Zhongshan is joking, so there must be some unknown reason for this.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xing's heart moved, was it the divine thought remaining in the holy sword?
He looked intently at the giant sword in his hand.
I saw the ice crystal giant sword inside a three-foot three-inch conventional sword.
"The sword inside is the real holy sword, and the ice crystals outside are just the ice that has been covered since childhood."
Zhang Xing's eyes flashed clear (color).
Then, with a right-handed grip, the dragon gas burst out instantly.
With a bang, the ice crystals outside were blasted into ice dust by dragon gas.
Hum!
A sword sounded.
The three-foot-three holy sword fell in Zhang Xing's hands.
Then, the scene (color) in front of him changed.
The surrounding snow and ice mountains and Wanzhong Mountain disappeared.
Appearing in front of him was a world of sword energy.
The sharp sword air seemed to be running according to a certain law, and did not cause any damage to Zhang Xing.
In the sword air, a side (body sh n) shadow gradually emerged.
The man wore his hair and tied a black rope at will.
The face on the right side has sharp edges and a short (black) short beard on the lower jaw.
Look at the age of about forty years old.
His silver (colored) robe could not conceal the burly, nearly two meters tall (physical sh n).
With both hands on his back, he looked up at the sky, unable to see his eyes clearly, but it felt mysterious.
Moreover, Zhang Xing couldn't see the other person's cultivation behavior. Standing there always gave people a feeling of non-existence, like a figure of nothingness, seemingly close at hand, but far from the horizon.
Zhang Xing didn't panic and looked at everything in front of him very calmly.
He knew that this was the world in the holy sword, and his divine thoughts were drawn in.
The figure in front of me is the legendary war sage, the ancestor of Wanyu Mountain.
After ten breaths, the old man slowly turned (body sh n).
When Zhang Xing saw his face, he couldn't help but for a moment, this was a little different from the imagination.
It's also wide, with a high nose, thick lips, and a firm face, but ...
He doesn't have an eyebrow!