Dongfang Zhengyang and the rest appeared to be relaxed.
Dongfang Zhaoyang and the rest, on the other hand, were extremely nervous.
"Brother Zhang Xing, if you really can't do it, just use the Dark Knights. Don't fall into their trap."
Dongfang Zhaoyang transmitted his voice.
Zhang Xing understood what his brother meant. He was being too careless.
However, how could others know what he was thinking?
Zhang Xing had a habit. When facing warriors who were much stronger than him, he would choose to use them to train himself.
After testing just now, the other party was indeed very strong.
He was considering whether he could train himself. After a quick analysis, this idea was rejected.
A Five-Star War Venerable was not suitable. It was very likely that he would be killed in one move.
"Brother Zhaoyang, don't worry. Even if I don't use the Dark Knights, I can still defeat them."
"As for what method I use, you just have to wait and see."
After Zhang Xing finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and used his Divine Telekinesis.
"Sword, come!"
Ox Horn Mountain was holding the Sacred Sword nervously. Zhang Xing was defeated in one move, which was a huge blow to his confidence.
He had finally climbed up a big tree and was about to enjoy the shade. However, he did not expect the tree to be on the verge of collapse.
If the tree fell, he would be the first to be crushed to death.
Even if he did not die, he would have no place in the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain.
He was well aware of the jealousy and hatred the other elders had towards him.
They would definitely side with Dongfang Zhengyang and betray him, saying that he was Zhang Xing's loyal supporter.
When that time came, he would not be able to control whether he lived or died.
It seemed like he had to plan ahead. If the situation turned bad, he would immediately leave the Ten Thousand Feet Mountain and the Damo Nation.
With the Sacred Sword in his hand and the Ice Mountain Sacred Sword Manual that Zhang Xing gave him recently.
If he hid in a secluded place and trained hard for a few decades, he would have a high chance of becoming a Four-Star War Venerable.
When that day came, even if he met a Five-Star War Venerable, he would have the confidence to fight.
The human heart was the most difficult thing to understand. When facing death, the first thing that everyone would think about was their own safety.
Ox Horn Mountain was human too. Of course, he was no exception.
However, just as he made up his mind and his body was about to retreat, the Sacred Sword in his right hand suddenly shook.
Before he could react to the situation, the Holy Sword flew out of his hand.
"Ah!
My sword … "
Niu Jiao Shan took two steps forward and raised his hand to grab the Holy Sword.
However, his speed was far inferior to the Sacred Sword.
A white light flashed in front of his eyes. When he looked again, the Sacred Sword was already in Zhang Xing's right hand.
Ox Horn Mountain stopped in his tracks. He gaped for a moment, then put down his hand. Looking a bit dejected, he stood there silently and watched.
"Eh?"
Zuo Shan was also flashed by the white light. His pupils constricted as he saw the white light land in Zhang Xing's hand.
"This … this sword …"
When Zuo Shan saw the white light reveal a sword that made his heart palpitate, his expression immediately became excited.
If he was not mistaken, this was a very high-grade Venerable Weapon.
It was very likely to be a weapon used by a high-level martial artist.
"Kid, what level is this sword?"
Zuo Shan's voice trembled as he asked. His greedy eyes were fixed on the sacred sword. He didn't even realize that his voice had changed.
"Hehe, do you want to know?"
Zhang Xing held the Sacred Sword lightly and sneered.
Zuo Shan hurriedly nodded. "Yes, tell me quickly!"
"Sure, but you have to take one of my sword first."
Zhang Xing's smile grew wider as he said indifferently.
"Good, good, good!
Hurry up and slash me!
Then tell me immediately. "
Zuo Shan couldn't wait to snatch the Sacred Sword to take a look.
However, he held back. In any case, he could kill Zhang Xing with a single finger. He would endure for a while longer.