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With his strength, it is not a problem to bear several thousand kilograms. Why can't he draw a sword?

"try again."

Han Zhenzhi urged.

A Diao did not dare to hesitate, took a deep breath, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and began to pull it up hard.

For a moment, the veins were exposed, her face turned red, and she exerted all her strength in feeding.

The black sword couldn't be said not to move at all, it could only be said to be completely unresponsive.

"Master, no, I can't pull it out."

After unloading it in one breath, A Diao was so tired that he was sweating profusely.

"Trash! You can't even pull out a sword, let me do it!"

Shen Chong couldn't stand it any longer, so he stepped forward and pushed A Diao away.

Then he spit on his palms and rubbed them vigorously.

After getting into his stance, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, then took a deep breath, mobilized all his energy, and pulled it out suddenly!

However, Black Sword remained silent and showed no respect at all.

"Damn it! I really don't believe it!"

Shen Chong frowned. Unwilling to give up, he tried several times in succession.

The result is still the same.

The black sword was inserted there quietly, as if it was integrated with the entire mountain.

"Master, there's something weird about this sword. It can't be pulled out at all."

Shen Chong was embarrassed and helpless, and finally chose to give up: "It seems that you can only take action personally."

"Hmph! Even a mere sword can stump you. Don't say you are my disciple when you go out in the future. It's really embarrassing!"

Han Zhen walked forward with a straight face and his hands behind his back.

He first circled around the black sword, and after confirming that there was no danger, he stretched out a hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and pulled it upward.

The black sword remained motionless.

"Ok?"

Han Zhenzhi frowned slightly and continued to increase his strength, but the black sword still showed no response.

Being stared at by a group of disciples, Han Zhenzhi felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, he used both hands to hold the hilt of the sword and got down from his horse.

"Wake it up for me!"

Han Zhenzhi shouted angrily, and his whole body's energy suddenly exploded.

Rumble!

The entire stone room began to shake, pieces of gravel fell, and smoke and dust flew everywhere.

It was like an earthquake, especially scary.

However, even if the stone chamber continued to tremble, the black sword still did not move.

"It's too much to bully others! It's really too much to bully others!"

Han Zhen gritted his teeth and tried his best to no avail. In the end, he became angry and kicked the hilt of the sword twice to vent his anger.

"Is this weird? This sword can't be fake, right? Otherwise, why is there no reaction at all?"

"Even Master is helpless, who else in the world can pull it out?"

"The sword was born in the sky to slay evil spirits. The sword is only suitable for the destined person. Could it be that this sword still chooses its owner?"

Everyone looked strange and whispered.

"Let me try."

At this time, Lu Chen suddenly stepped forward.

This black sword looked familiar to him, and he even liked it inexplicably.

It was like two old friends reunited after a long absence.

"Hmph! Even my master can't pull it out, so what's the use of going up there?"

Shen Chong rolled his eyes with disdain.

"The sword has spirit, so relying on brute force will not work."

Lu Chen slowly closed his eyes and began to feel the mysterious and mysterious throbbing.

"Nonsense! It's just a sword, how can it still understand human nature?"

"Boy, don't overestimate your capabilities. My master is not good enough, so who do you think you are? You are just humiliating yourself!"

The disciples of the Bixia Sect were all talking with disdain.

Their master, as a half-step master-level expert, could not shake this sword, so how could the other party dare to do the same thing?

"Huh! Young people really don't know the heights of the world!"

Han Zhenzhi glanced sideways and said coldly: "You don't think you are more powerful than me, do you? Even I am helpless, how can you still create a miracle?

I leave my words here today. No one can pull out this sword, not even gods!

If you have this ability, I will kowtow on the spot and become my master, and I will respect you! "

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

As a black light flashed, Lu Chen suddenly raised two fingers, pointed at the sword in the air, and shouted: "Get up——!"

"Qiang!"

A soft cry.

The black sword rose instantly from the ground, like a black dragon emerging from the ground. After spinning twice in the air, it fell directly into Lu Chen's palm.

Han Zhenzhi stood stunned on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning.