907: C907 Legend Has It That They Are Fighting Against a Legend

C907 Legend Has It That They Are Fighting Against a Legend

Article 907. Legends against legends

"It seems to have moved. It doesn't use much strength."

Zhang Xing also looked at the Ice Crystal Huge Sword with a strange expression.

"What? He... He can actually move Holy Sword?"

When everyone heard Zhang Xing talking to himself, they were all shocked.

Especially the Great Elder, Wan Zhongshan. According to the records of the hilum, no one had ever been able to shake Holy Sword in the slightest.

However, at this moment, Holy Sword was actually being pulled by a young man who was about ten years old.

This was just too unbelievable.

Wan Zhongshan's expression became very ugly. He had a bad feeling in his heart.

It seemed like he had been tricked by Zhang Xing.

However, some four-star and five-star Venerables couldn't even shake Holy Sword. How could Zhang Xing be stronger than them?

No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible.

Perhaps it was because Holy Sword had been stuck in this place for many years and was coincidentally moved by Zhang Xing.

He could probably do this. If he wanted to pull Holy Sword out, he was afraid that...

Just as Wan Zhongshan thought of this, he suddenly felt his body shake violently. At the same time, he heard a loud rumbling sound in his ears.

He raised his head and looked over. He saw a white light flash in front of him. The huge Holy Sword had been pulled out by Zhang Xing, and it was raised in the air with one hand.

Caw!

All the elders, including him, were instantly dumbfounded.

All of them widened their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.

This...

Zhang Xing also had a surprised expression on his face.

He felt that this Holy Sword was like a metal lump weighing ten thousand kilograms. He used a little bit of strength to pull it out. There was nothing special about it.

It was not like what Wan Zhongshan had said, no one had been able to shake him for a thousand years.

But he did not think that Wan Zhongshan was joking. Then, there must be some unknown reason behind this.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xing's heart skipped a beat. Could it be the remaining Divine Sense of Holy Sword?

He focused his attention on the huge sword in his hand.

He saw that there was a three-inch-long conventional sword inside the huge ice crystal sword.

"The sword inside is the real Holy Sword, right? The ice crystal outside is just a layer of ice that has been covering him since he was young."

A clear look flashed across Zhang Xing's eyes.

After that, he clenched his right hand and unleashed the Dragon Qi.

Puff! The ice crystal outside was shattered into ice dust by the Dragon Qi.1

Buzz!

A sword hum was heard.

The three-foot-tall Holy Sword landed in Zhang Xing's hand.

Immediately after, the scene in front of him changed.

The surrounding ice and snow giant mountain, Wan Zhongshan and the others had all disappeared.

What appeared in front of him was a world formed by Sword Qi.

The fierce Sword Qi seemed to be circulating in a certain pattern, and it didn't cause any harm to Zhang Xing.

Within the Sword Qi, a figure slowly emerged from the side.

This person was wearing a long hair, and he had casually tied a black rope around it.

The right side of his face was angular and there was a short black beard on his chin.

He looked to be about forty years old.

He was wearing a silver robe, but it couldn't hide his tall and muscular body.

He had his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky. His eyes couldn't be seen clearly, but they gave off a mysterious feeling.

Furthermore, Zhang Xing couldn't see the cultivation level of the opposite party. When he stood there, he always gave people a feeling that he didn't exist. It was like a vague and ethereal figure that was very close to him but also far away in the horizon.

Zhang Xing didn't panic. He just calmly looked at everything in front of him.

He knew that this was the world of Holy Sword. His divine sense had been pulled into this world.

The figure in front of him was the legendary War Saint, the old ancestor of the Wanren Mountain.

Ten breaths later, Old Man slowly turned around.

When Zhang Xing saw his face, he couldn't help but be stunned. This was different from what he had imagined.

He also had a wide forehead, a high nose bridge, thick lips, and a resolute face. But...

He did not have eyebrows!

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