At this moment, there was no disgust on Chen Dong's face, but surprise instead.

When the right hand grasped the hilt, the expected rough feel did not appear.

Instead...... It's a silky smooth feeling.

It seems that the structure of each part of the handle is extremely glued to the palm of the hand.

There is even a hint of warmth.

The cold weather of the polar night makes everything cold to the touch.

But this thing is warm.

Chen Dong is not stupid, just by touching it, he knows that this sword is not as "down" as he seems.

"Got it?"

The embarrassment on Huo Zhenxiao's face weakened a little, and he asked with a smile: "Actually, when I held this sword, I also felt that it was unusual, but my appearance was too ugly." ”

The corners of Chen Dong's mouth twitched.

The word ugly, used to describe this sword, could not be more appropriate.

Still, he gripped the hilt of his sword and pulled it out of the stone platform.

Boom!

A crisp sword groan instantly echoed in the practice room.

As the sword was withdrawn, the dust accumulated in the stone platform was also raised, and the air suddenly became a little pungent and choking.

Chen Dong and Huo Zhenxiao retreated at the same time.

It's just that while retreating, Chen Dong's face changed greatly, and the sword that had just been drawn out slammed into the ground with a bang, and the tip of the sword smashed directly to the ground, smashing the floor to pieces.

"It's so heavy!"

Dragging the sword back a few steps, Chen Dong said with a shocked face.

When he drew his sword and retreated just now, he didn't use too much force, after all, this sword seemed heavy, but Chen Dong's own physical strength was definitely strong.

So Chen Dong himself didn't care too much.

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 smashed to the ground, it was like Mount Tai pressing the top, even if Chen Dong had the heart to exert his strength and raised the sword again, it was still difficult to hide the momentum of the heavy sword landing.

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

Huo Zhenxiao said calmly.

Chen Dong's eyes changed greatly, the dragoon battle knife was heavy enough, so that only a few people in the Great Snow Dragoon Army were able to command the dragon riding battle knife like an arm.

And this sword ...... A hundred pounds?!

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

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

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

But each weapon has its own character.

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

The weight of this sword is completely different from the character that the long sword should have, and 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!

In ancient times, although there were fierce generals holding hundred-pound broadswords, they swept the battlefield.

However, the ancient unit of measurement is fundamentally different from today's unit of measurement.

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

"Try using it?"

Huo Zhenxiao said calmly, shrugged his nose: "Actually, you and I both know that this sword is not ordinary, if I hadn't looked at this sword too ugly back then, I wouldn't have cast the silver dragon spear, you also know, I want to be the master of the Snow Dragoon 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 changing the law to scold me for being ugly?" ”

Huo Zhenxiao shook his head: "In terms of appearance, you can match me inside and outside the domain, and you can beat me up." ”

Chen Dong rolled his eyes.

Huo Zhenxiao, as the master of the Great Snow Dragoon, is indeed two faces when facing outsiders and him.

However, Chen Dong didn't bother to pay attention to it.

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

Took a deep breath.

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

A slight sound of muscles erupting echoed instantly.

But when the power is transmitted to the sword body, the falling heavy sword still does not move.

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

"Give it to me!"

Airplanes!

With the wind howling.

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

Almost at the same time, Huo Zhenxiao quickly retreated.

Forthwith.

Chen Dong danced his heavy sword with a flushed face.

It is also purely the sword technique of the dragoon battle knife.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

……

The huge sword body, the heavy weight, and with Chen Dong's dance, every blow carried the majestic and domineering feeling of the mountains roaring and the tsunami and the great mountain overturning.

The wind is blowing.

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

The line of sight became blurred.

Huo Zhenxiao leaned against the wall, clasped his hands to his chest, and looked at Chen Dong who was wielding the heavy sword with great interest.

Looking at the overwhelming remnants of the sword body, Huo Zhenxiao smiled helplessly: "Damn, it's all because Lao Tzu couldn't wield this sword back then." ”

As a senior brother, he is now the master of the Great Snow Dragoon.

There is such a thing as face, which is naturally wanted.

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

When Huo Zhenxiao got Chen Daojun's sword, he could lift it, but he couldn't do it like Chen Dong now, dancing wantonly and venting his domineering and majestic momentum.

On the battlefield, you can't expect to be shocked by just raising a sword, right?

Only by wielding a 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 galloped on the battlefield, and this heavy sword was also shelved by him.

Later, when his strength grew and he could wield the heavy sword wantonly, Huo Zhenxiao also gave up the idea of exchanging guns for swords.

However, this soft murmur was only heard by Huo Zhenxiao himself.

Chen Dong, who was dancing the heavy sword vigorously, was unaware.

"Ahh

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

Rumble!

The waving heavy sword was slashed down by Chen Dong's sword.

In an instant, the majestic wind swept away in the direction of the heavy sword's fall.

It is like the suppression of Dayue, and it is like a stormy wave.

The moment the heavy sword landed, the ground suddenly turned into powder, and along the direction of the sword blade, it cracked inch by inch, extending all the way to a full three meters away!

"Whew...... Whew......"

After dropping the sword, Chen Dong's face was red, he was sweating profusely, his chest was even more violently undulating, and he was panting like a cow.

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

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

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

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

And Huo Zhenxiao, who was in the corner of the wall, looked at the traces of the heavy sword chopping, recalling the scene where Chen Dong wielded the heavy sword just now, and a touch of loss couldn't help but appear on his cold face.

This sword ...... Why couldn't I wield it back then?

The color of loss is fleeting.

Huo Zhenxiao regained his light and breezy look, looked at Chen Dong who was staring at the heavy sword, and said with a smile: "It's a big skill, and its name is not sharp!" ”