Looking at the expression on the face of the general-level zombie that was unusually similar to the mockery, Zhang Ning and 659's brows furrowed at the same time.

Although the greatsword has a certain weight, it can't be untouchable, right?

Even if 659 can't be moved, Zhang Ning can still hold it, right?

You must know that a strong first-order ability can already shatter a concrete wall with a single punch.

Zhang Ning: He is a real second-order.

Even if he has a leg injury, he will have no problem carrying a giant sword.

Thinking of this, the two glanced at each other.

"I'll try it first."

659 opened his mouth at the same time and stepped forward.

Although the generals in the distance had a strange expression on their faces, they still took a few steps back very cooperatively, and put on a look that they would never attack.

The greatsword was stuck in the ground, reflecting a chilling glow in the scarlet moonlight.

The wind swept the ground, and the snow flew like sand!

659 didn't make any unnecessary moves, and directly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

Sinking his waist and leaning over, he used the momentum of upside down weeping willows!

The muscles in his body suddenly tensed, and a broken cry came from the young man's mouth!

The greatsword loosened, but failed to pull it from the ground.

Seeing this, the general-level zombies not far away flashed with imperceptible contempt in their eyes.

As he expected, the combat power of the young man in front of him almost completely depended on the equipment on his body, and in terms of physical strength, he was not even comparable to a pawn-level zombie.

After a brief attempt, 659 straightened up, his face indifferent.

Just when the general-level zombie thought that the other party was going to give up, 659 stretched out his left arm and grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

The faint blue light is flourishing, and the mechanical rotor is humming.

This time, without seeing how hard 659 was, the greatsword easily broke off the ground.

In the general's complicated eyes, 659 simply held it with one hand and played a few simple chopping movements.

After testing the weight of the greatsword, the youth thrust it back into the ground.

"You try."

Without looking at the general-level zombies, 659 opened his mouth and shouted to Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning, who was following behind 659, saw that the other party had already raised the giant sword, and thought that there was nothing wrong with him, and he was in a daze.

As a result, the other party called and dragged his wandering thoughts back.

"Huh? I got it? Ok ......"

Hurriedly ran to the giant sword, Zhang Ning also followed the example of 659, leaned over, and pulled out the weeping willows.

But the embarrassing thing is that no matter how hard he shouted, he couldn't shake the giant sword in the slightest.

Not to mention pulling it out, there is not even a sign of loosening.

"Damn, is this broken sword so heavy? Did you stick too hard into the ground? ”

Zhang Ning complained while changing his posture and drawing his sword.

Looking at Zhang Ning, who was struggling abnormally, 659 had already planned to open his mouth to let the other party give up.

But at this moment, on the monocle, which finally returned to calm, a string of data was crossed again.

Because of this string of data, 659's brow furrowed again, and the mouth that had just opened was closed again.

The latitude slope of the timeline has changed again!

And this change is obviously related to the middle-aged people in front of you!

"Really...... It's getting more and more interesting......"

659 muttered silently in his head, simply standing in place and not moving.

He'd like to see what interesting happens.

I saw Zhang Ning moving left and right, and even used the strength to eat.

But the greatsword remained unmoved, as if it had been poured with cement. The general-level zombies not far away couldn't help it a little, and their faces were full of expressions that wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

He knew the greatsword all too well.

It's not an ordinary weapon crafted from mortal iron!

Mortals without Qi don't want to use it at all unless they are born with divine power.

Just like the young man just now.

If 659 hadn't relied on the power of his mechanical left arm, he wouldn't have even thought about pulling the sword out of the ground.

And Zhang Ning, although he is a second-order ability, he obviously can't use the Qi in his body.

So it's simply impossible to pull out the greatsword!

In this way, if 659 wants to defend against him, he must use his mechanical left arm to carry the greatsword all the time.

In this way, the energy of the left arm of the machine will be consumed by the weight of the greatsword at all times.

When the energy is exhausted and the only threat is gone, then won't he be able to do whatever he wants?

Thinking of this, the general-level zombie urged with some impatience.

"I said big brother, your strength is obviously not as good as Shaoxia, otherwise you will take care of my giant sword, let's hurry down to the nest, and I will freeze to death......"

As he spoke, the general-level zombie also exaggerated two tremors.

glanced at the general-level zombie with exaggerated acting skills, 659 was still silent, and he didn't mean to stop Zhang Ning at all.

It was probably the words of the zombie that stimulated Zhang Ning, only to see him take a sharp breath, his body sank down, and orange particles of light precipitated from the surface of his skin!

Second-order ability, activated!

I don't know what the exogenous gene that Zhang Ning grafted in the second stage is, in short, after the ability is opened, the giant sword on the ground finally loosens!

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However, it was only loose, and it did not rise like 659.

"Hehe, forget it, big brother, it's not a shame that you can't pull it up, this sword is already very heavy......"

The general-level zombies sneered on the side, smiling weirdly.

It was probably the other party's words that stimulated Zhang Ning, so that the middle-aged man not only did not give up, but also got into a fight with the giant sword!

"I don't fucking believe it!"

With a low cry in his mouth, Zhang Ning adjusted his posture again, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, and touching the sword with the other!

He tried to pull the greatsword out of the concrete floor by means of a move.

But before Zhang Ning could exert his strength, a painful cry came out of his mouth first.

"Damn, this hook thing is so sharp?"

Following Zhang Ning's line of sight, the giant sword was still standing in place, but there was a little more blood on the blade.

"Hey, I'll just say big brother, don't force it, look at it, it's still hurt! What a ......."

The generals on the side shook their heads, and the mockery on their faces was no longer hidden.

659, on the other hand, was slightly stunned, and then focused on the blood on the surface of the blade.

I don't know if it's the vision caused by the refraction of light, but he feels that the blood on the blade of the sword seems to be much less than it was at the beginning.

The data flow on the lens has not stopped since Zhang Ning touched the giant sword, like a swimming fish with vigorous vitality, constantly moving.

After a long silence, 659 spoke.

The content of the words was not to make Zhang Ning give up, but to let him try again.

"Try again, maybe you can pull it up this time......"

Hearing 659's 'encouragement', Zhang Ning's face also showed a look of surprise.

He was about to give up, but his hands were ghostly gripping the hilt of his sword again.

While exerting force, he did not forget to speak.

"Young man, I really can't pull it up, this hook is too ......"

Before the last word "heavy" came out, the crisp and pleasant sound of the sword suddenly sounded.

But seeing that the giant sword was being easily lifted in Zhang Ning's hand, where was there still a little heavy appearance before!

At the same time, the green light on the mirror surface of 659 surged, and the data stream seemed to be convulsed, and began to blow out non-stop!

"Sure enough!"

659's pupils shook violently, and he roughly glanced at the data on the monocle, reached out in time, and dotted a few times on his chest.

He turned off the input of core energy to the lenses.

Because if he didn't, the spiritual energy in his body would be consumed in an instant by the huge amount of calculations.

On the other hand, the general-level zombies are already dull-eyed at the moment, and the whole person, ah no, the whole zombie, seems to have been drained of their souls.

He looked at the lightweight giant sword in Zhang Ning's hand in a daze, and looked at the blood stains on the blade that were about to dry up in disbelief.

I was stunned for a while before a voice came out of my mouth.

"Impossible...... It's impossible...... How is this possible......"

As the cause of the incident, Zhang Ning didn't notice the abnormality on the 659 lenses at the moment, let alone hear the whispers in the mouth of the general-level zombie.

He just looked at the giant sword in his hand curiously, and then said half to himself, half to complain.

"I'll just say, young man, you just plugged it in too tightly, so I didn't pull it out so hard at first...... But then again, the weight of this giant sword is just right, it's not as heavy as it looks, and it doesn't feel too light and fluttery......"

As he spoke, he waved a few times at the empty distance.

It's just a very casual wave, but there is a sharp sound of breaking the air.

"Wait...... I really waited...... Old Ghost ...... I really waited for ......."

Seeing the giant sword constantly swinging in Zhang Ning's hand, the eyes of the general-level zombie began to moisten.

Black tears gathered in his eyes and then rolled down.

He cried.

With a distorted expression on his face, not anger or resentment.

It's a relief!

It is a long wait without hope, and finally ushered in the relief of the dawn of hope!

After playing a few 'sword moves' that he thought were handsome, Zhang Ning stopped his movements with satisfaction.

This time, I not only saved face, but also passed the addiction.

"Tsk, this sword is good, it's very good......"

Zhang Ning praised in his mouth and turned around with satisfaction.

In the next second, he saw a general-level zombie with tears on his face, and 659 with a solemn face.

"Uh...... What's wrong with you guys? Damn, why are you still crying! I'm just playing twice, and I'm not robbing you, as for ......"

Probably never seen a general-level zombie crying, Zhang Ning subconsciously thought that the other party was crying because he took his giant sword, so he hurriedly explained reflexively.

659 also noticed the weeping general at this moment, and there was a little more surprise on his solemn face.

"Could it be that the change in the slope of the timeline dimension really has a lot to do with this general-level zombie? What happened between Zhang Ning and the giant sword? ”

A series of questions exploded in 659's mind, but the atmosphere around him was silent.

When there are too many puzzles, waiting patiently may be the best way.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you two? Don't look at me like that......"

Zhang Ning held the giant sword with a confused expression, and his eyes jumped back and forth on the faces of the general-level zombies and 659.

I didn't do anything shocking, did I? Why are the two on the other side looking at each other so strangely?

One is like seeing a long-lost son.

The other, on the other hand, is like seeing a gorilla writing down the nuclear fission equation......