At this moment, Chen Dong no longer had a look of disgust on his face, but was replaced by surprise.

When I held the hilt of the sword with my right hand, the expected rough feel did not appear.

On the contrary...it feels silky and smooth.

It seems that every structure of the handle is closely aligned with the palm of the hand.

There is even a hint of warmth.

The extremely cold weather makes everything feel cold to the touch.

But this tatty thing is actually warm to the touch.

Chen Dong was not stupid. With just this touch, he knew that this sword was not as "shabby" as he saw.

"Feel it?"

The embarrassment on Huo Zhenxiao's face weakened a bit, and he asked with a smile: "Actually, when I held this sword, I felt it was unusual. It just looked too ugly."

The corner of Chen Dong's mouth twitched.

The word "ugly" is indeed the most appropriate word to describe this sword.

However, he still grasped the hilt of the sword tightly and suddenly pulled the sword out of the stone platform.

Clang!

A crisp sword chant instantly echoed in the practice room.

As the sword was drawn out, the dust accumulated in the stone platform also flew out, making the air a little pungent and choking.

Chen Dong and Huo Zhenxiao retreated at the same time.

Just as he was retreating, Chen Dong's expression changed drastically. The sword that had just been drawn out made a thud, and the tip of the sword hit the ground directly, smashing the floor into pieces.

"So heavy!"

After dragging his sword and taking a few steps back, Chen Dong said with astonishment on his face.

When he drew his sword and retreated, he didn't use too much force. After all, the sword seemed heavy, but Chen Dong's own physical strength was definitely powerful.

So Chen Dong himself didn't pay too much attention.

But with just one step back, Chen Dong, who was caught off guard, was shocked by the weight of the sword.

When the tip of the sword hit the ground, it was like the weight of a mountain. Even if Chen Dong tried his best to raise the sword again at that moment, he still couldn't hide the momentum of the heavy sword falling to the ground.

"One hundred pounds, no more, no less!"

Huo Zhenxiao said calmly.

Chen Dong's eyes changed drastically. The dragon cavalry sword was already heavy enough, so that only a few people in the Snow Dragon Cavalry were able to wield the dragon cavalry sword like an arm.

And this sword... actually weighs a hundred pounds?!

Once you wield this sword in battle, isn't it equivalent to wielding the weight of a person?

As a weapon, with such weight, it is absolutely terrifying and weird enough.

You must know that there is indeed no shortage of extremely heavy weapons, such as battle axes and Guan Gong swords.

But every weapon has its own character.

The battle knife needs to be domineering enough, the long sword needs to be light enough, and the battle axe, Guan Gong knife, and war hammer also need to be heavy enough.

The weight of this sword is completely different from the character that a long sword should have. It can even be said that the weight alone completely obliterates the characteristics of the long sword!

Not to mention, the weight of this sword is indeed too unreasonable!

Although in ancient times there were fierce generals armed with swords weighing hundreds of pounds, they swept across the battlefield.

But the ancient units of measurement were fundamentally different from today’s units of measurement.

The same pound, in ancient times and today, is a completely different weight!

"Try using it?"

Huo Zhenxiao said calmly, shrugging his nose: "Actually, you and I both know that this sword is extraordinary. If I hadn't thought that this sword was too ugly, I wouldn't have made the Silver Dragon Spear. You also know that I wanted to

As the master of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, such an ugly sword is not worthy of such a handsome me."

Chen Dong: "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched and he looked at Huo Zhenxiao: "Are you trying to call me ugly in a different way?"

Huo Zhenxiao shook his head: "In terms of appearance, you are the only one who can match me in and outside the country, and you can give me a leg up."

Chen Dong rolled his eyes.

As the leader of the Snow Dragon Cavalry, Huo Zhenxiao really has two faces when facing outsiders and him.

However, Chen Dong was too lazy to pay attention.

Regardless of whether the sword is ugly or not, as long as it is easy to use, it is a good weapon.

Take a deep breath.

Chen Dong's eyes suddenly sharpened, and the muscles in his right hand instantly rose.

The slight sound of muscles bulging echoed instantly.

But when the power was transferred to the sword body, the hanging epee remained motionless.

Chen Dong slowly moved his steps back, suddenly widened his eyes, and let out a loud shout.

"Wake it up for me!"

Buzz!

With the howling wind.

The heavy sword that landed on the ground was instantly lifted into the air by Chen Dong.

Almost at the same time, Huo Zhenxiao quickly retreated.

immediately.

Chen Dong's face turned red and he danced the epee.

What he used was purely the sword technique of the dragon cavalry sword.

boom!

boom!

boom!

…

The huge sword body and heavy weight, along with Chen Dong's dance, every blow carries the majestic and domineering feeling of mountains roaring and tsunami, and mountains overturned.

The wind suddenly picked up.

The smoke and dust on the ground also danced with the sword body and flew up in the wind.

My vision became blurry.

Huo Zhenxiao leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and watched with interest Chen Dong who was dancing the epee.

Looking at the overwhelming shadow of the sword, Huo Zhenxiao smiled helplessly: "Damn it, it's all my fault that I couldn't swing this sword back then."

As a senior brother, he is now the master of the Snow Dragon Cavalry.

It is natural to have something like face.

Lifting the heavy sword and swinging the heavy sword are completely different things.

When Huo Zhenxiao received the sword from Chen Daojun, he could lift it up, but he couldn't do it like Chen Dong does now, dancing wantonly and expressing his domineering majestic momentum.

On the battlefield, you can't expect to frighten thousands of troops with just one sword, right?

Only by swinging the heavy sword can you have the power to kill the enemy.

That's why Huo Zhenxiao forged a silver dragon spear that was more suitable for him and used it on the battlefield, but he also put the epee away on the shelf.

Later, when his strength grew and he could wield the epee arbitrarily, Huo Zhenxiao also gave up the idea of ​​exchanging the gun for the sword.

However, this soft whisper could only be heard by Huo Zhenxiao himself.

Chen Dong, who was dancing the epee heartily, was not aware of it.

"ah!"

In the practice room, Chen Dong's roar suddenly exploded.

boom!

The heavy sword he was wielding was cut down by Chen Dong with one strike.

In an instant, the majestic wind swept away in the direction where the heavy sword fell.

It's like the suppression of Dayue, and it's like the stormy waves.

When the heavy sword fell to the ground, the ground suddenly turned into powder, and along the direction of the falling sword, cracks appeared, extending a full three meters away!

"Huh...huh..."

After dropping the sword, Chen Dong's face was red, he was sweating profusely, his chest was heaving violently, and he was panting like an ox.

With his physique, wielding a hundred-pound heavy sword with such high intensity is indeed a considerable load.

However, the power of the sword made Chen Dong's heart surge and his eyes shine.

"This is the weapon I'm looking for!"

Chen Dong said happily that with such power, he didn't care whether the sword looked good or not.

In the corner, Huo Zhenxiao looked at the marks left by the epee and recalled the scene where Chen Dong wielded the epee just now. A look of disappointment appeared on his stern face.

This sword...why couldn't I swing it back then?

The look of loss disappears in a flash.
Chapter completed!