Seeing the expression on the general-level zombie's face that was very similar to mockery, Zhang Ning and 659 frowned at the same time.
Although the giant sword has a certain weight, it can't be lifted, right?
Even if 659 can't be lifted, Zhang Ning can, right?
You must know that a powerful first-level ability user can break a concrete wall with one punch.
Zhang Ning is a real second-level player.
Even if his leg is injured, I expect there will be no problem in carrying a giant sword.
Thinking about this, the two looked at each other.
"I'll try it first."
659 opened his mouth and stepped forward at the same time.
Although the general in the distance had a strange expression on his face, he still took a few steps back cooperatively, pretending that he would never attack.
The giant sword was stuck on the ground, reflecting the cold light in the scarlet moonlight.
The strong wind is blowing on the ground, and the snow is like sand!
659 didn't make any unnecessary moves, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.
He lowered his waist and leaned over, using the force of pulling up a weeping willow!
The muscles in his body suddenly tightened, and a shout came from the young man's mouth!
The giant sword was loose, but could not be pulled out from the ground.
When the general-level zombies not far away saw this, a trace of imperceptible contempt flashed in their eyes.
Just as he expected, the combat power of the young man in front of him almost completely relied on the equipment on his body, and his physical strength was not even comparable to that of a soldier-level zombie.
After trying for a while, 659 straightened up, with an indifferent expression on his face.
Just when the general-level zombie thought the opponent was about to give up, 659 stretched his left arm forward and grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand.
The faint blue light flourished, and the mechanical rotor buzzed endlessly.
This time, 659 did not exert much force, and the giant sword easily left the ground.
In the general's complicated eyes, 659 simply held it with one hand and performed a few simple chopping movements.
After testing the weight of the giant sword, the young man inserted it back into the ground.
"Come and try."
Without looking at the general-level zombies, 659 shouted to Zhang Ning.
Zhang Ning, who was following 659, saw that the other party had already raised his giant sword. He thought that nothing happened to him and was in a daze.
As a result, the other party called out and brought his wandering thoughts back.
"Ah? I'll do it? Okay..."
Hurrying to the giant sword, Zhang Ning also imitated 659, leaned over and pulled up the weeping willow.
But the embarrassing thing is that no matter how hard he shouted, he couldn't shake the giant sword at all.
Not to mention that it was pulled out, there was no sign of looseness.
"Holy crap, is this broken sword so heavy? Did you insert it into the ground too hard?"
Zhang Ning complained while changing his position and drawing his sword.
Looking at Zhang Ning who was struggling so hard, 659 was already planning to ask the other party to give up.
But at this moment, a string of data once again crossed the monocle that finally returned to calmness.
Because of this string of data, 659's brows furrowed again, and the mouth he just opened closed again.
The latitudinal slope of the timeline has changed again!
And this change is obviously related to the middle-aged man in front of me!
"It's really... getting more and more interesting..."
659 murmured silently in his mind, and simply stood there without moving.
He wanted to see what interesting things would happen next.
Zhang Ning was seen moving around, even using up his strength to feed himself.
But the giant sword remained motionless, as if it were cast together with cement. The general-level zombies not far away couldn't bear it any longer, with expressions on their faces that wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
He knew very well about this giant sword.
It is no ordinary weapon made of iron!
Mortals without Qi, unless they are born with divine power, would never even think of using it.
Just like the young man just now.
If 659 didn't use the power of the mechanical left arm, there would be no way he could pull the sword out of the ground.
As for Zhang Ning, although he is a second-level ability user, it is obvious that he does not know how to use the Qi in his body.
So it is impossible to pull out the giant sword!
As a result, if 659 wants to defend against him, he must use his mechanical left arm to carry the giant sword all the time.
As a result, the energy of the mechanical left arm will be constantly consumed by the weight of the giant sword.
When the energy is exhausted and the only threat disappears, wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wants?
Thinking of this, the general-level zombie urged impatiently.
"Brother, you are obviously not as strong as the young hero. Otherwise, you should take care of my giant sword. Let's go to the ground as soon as possible. Oh, I'm freezing to death..."
As he spoke, the general-level zombie shivered exaggeratedly.
Glancing at the general-level zombies with exaggerated acting skills, 659 remained silent and showed no intention of stopping Zhang Ning.
It was probably the words of the general-level zombie that stimulated Zhang Ning. He took a sharp breath, his body sank, and orange light particles precipitated on the surface of his skin!
Second level ability, activate!
I don’t know what foreign gene Zhang Ning grafted in the second stage. Anyway, after the ability was activated, the giant sword on the ground finally became loose!
Yawen library
But it was only loose, not straight up like 659.
"Hehe, let's forget it, brother, it's not a shame if you can't pull it out. This sword is already very heavy..."
The general-level zombies were sneering on the side, smiling sinisterly.
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 even got into a fight with the giant sword!
"I don't fucking believe it!"
With a low shout 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 hand!
He tried to pull the giant sword out of the cement floor by moving it.
But before Zhang Ning could exert any force, a cry of pain came out of his mouth.
"Holy crap, is this Gou Ba thing so sharp?"
Following Zhang Ning's line of sight, the giant sword was still standing on the same spot, but there was a little more blood on the blade.
"Hey, I'm telling you, brother, don't force yourself. Look, you're still injured! It's really..."
The generals on the side shook their heads, the ridicule on their faces no longer concealed.
659, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment before focusing on the blood on the surface of the sword.
He didn't know if it was a visual hallucination caused by the refraction of light, but he felt that the blood stains on the sword's edge seemed to be much less than at the beginning.
The data flow on the lens has not stopped since Zhang Ning came into contact with the giant sword, like fish with strong vitality, constantly moving around.
After a long silence, 659 spoke.
The content of the words was not to ask Zhang Ning to give up, but to ask him to try again.
"Try again, maybe you can pull it out this time..."
Hearing 659's 'encouragement', Zhang Ning also showed a surprised look on his face.
He was about to give up, but his hands accidentally grasped the hilt of the sword again.
While exerting force, he did not forget to speak.
"Young man, I really can't pull it out. This gouba thing is too..."
Before the last word "heavy" was uttered, the clear and melodious sound of swords suddenly sounded.
But seeing the giant sword being held easily in Zhang Ning's hand, it didn't look as heavy as before!
At the same time, green light surged on the mirror of 659, and the data flow seemed to be convulsed and began to blow out non-stop!
"really!"
659's eyes trembled sharply. He glanced at the data on the monocle for a few times, then reached out his hand in time and tapped several times on his chest.
He shut off the input of core energy to the lens.
Because if he doesn't do that, his spiritual energy will be instantly consumed by the huge amount of calculations.
On the other hand, the general-level zombie's eyes were dull at this moment, and the whole person, ah no, the entire zombie seemed to have had its soul drained away.
He stared blankly at the weightless giant sword in Zhang Ning's hand, and looked at the nearly dry blood on the sword's edge in disbelief.
After being stunned for a while, a murmuring voice came out of his mouth.
"Impossible...this is impossible...how is this possible..."
As the person who caused the incident, Zhang Ning did not notice anything unusual on 659's lens at this moment, nor did he hear the murmurings from the general-level zombies.
He just looked at the giant sword in his hand curiously, and then said half to himself, half to complain.
"I'm just saying, young man, you inserted it too tightly just now, so I couldn't pull it out even with so much force at first... But having said that, the weight of this giant sword is just right. It's not as heavy as it looks, and it's not It feels too light and airy..."
As he spoke, he waved a few gracefully towards the empty distance.
It was just a very casual wave, but it made bursts of sharp sounds breaking through the air.
"I've waited... I've really waited... Old ghost... I've really waited..."
Seeing the giant sword waving in Zhang Ning's hands, the general zombie's eyes actually started to get wet.
Black tears gathered in his eyes and then rolled down.
He cried.
There was a twisted expression on his face, not one of anger or resentment.
But happy!
It is the joy of finally welcoming the dawn of hope after waiting without hope for a long time!
After performing a few "sword moves" that he thought were cool, Zhang Ning stopped with satisfaction.
This time, I not only saved face, but also got over the handle addiction.
"Tsk, this sword is good, very good..."
Zhang Ning praised him and turned around with satisfaction.
The next second, he saw the general-level zombie with tears on his face, and 659 with a solemn face.
"Uh... what's wrong with you? Damn it, why are you still crying! I'm just playing a trick, I'm not robbing you, so what's the matter..."
Probably because he had never seen a general-level zombie cry, Zhang Ning subconsciously thought that the other person was crying because he had taken away his giant sword, so he quickly explained reflexively.
659 also noticed the tearful general at this moment, and there was a hint of surprise on his solemn face.
"Could it be that the change in the slope of the timeline dimension really has something 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 surrounding atmosphere was just silence.
When there are too many puzzles, waiting patiently may be the best way.
"Hey, what's wrong with you two? Don't look at me like this..."
Zhang Ning was holding the giant sword with a confused look on his face, his eyes jumping back and forth between the faces of the general zombies and 659.
You haven’t done anything shocking? Why do the two people opposite me look at each other so strangely?
It was like meeting a long-lost son.
The other one seemed to have seen the gorilla who wrote the equation of nuclear fission...
