"Old man, are you ready? I'm going to draw my sword."
Zhang Xing teased.
"Kid, cut the crap. Hurry up and draw your sword. I can't wait any longer."
"Haha, I like this sword very much. Remember, you only have one chance to draw your sword. After you draw your sword, I'll gladly accept it."
Zuo Shan rubbed his hands and licked his lips. His eyes were fixed on the sacred sword and he did not care about Zhang Xing's mockery.
Zhang Xing drew a sword with his right hand and a stream of Dragon Qi rushed into the sacred sword.
With a swoosh, the sword Qi flew out.
Although Zuo Shan looked greedy, he did not dare to be careless.
He raised his Battle Qi to eighty percent and threw out a palm.
Although he had some guesses in his mind, he was not sure about the level of the sword.
Because he really didn't dare to believe that a ten year old boy could possess such a legendary weapon.
However, he would soon find out. After that palm strike, the sword would belong to him.
The moment the sword Qi collided with the palm Qi, Zuo Shan's face changed immediately.
Oh no!
His Battle Qi was easily cut open by the sword Qi like a piece of tofu.
It was too late to dodge.
His hair stood on end. With a thought, he took out all kinds of defensive treasures.
Unfortunately, no matter if it was a beginner or intermediate Honorable Weapon, they could not stop the sword Qi at all.
In an instant, the eighteen defensive Honorable Weapons in front of Zuo Shan were cut open by the sword.
At this moment, Zuo Shan's eyes were wide open and he was extremely frightened.
He did not have time to think about other problems. Saving his life was more important.
"Natal Honorable Treasure, out!"
Just as the sword Qi cut through the other defensive Honorable Treasures and was about to cut through his body.
A sword shadow suddenly appeared from the silver necklace on his chest.
The sword shadow solidified. It was a flying sword that was two feet and two inches long.
It was Zuo Shan's strongest attack. The sword had accompanied him for a hundred years and its level had risen from a beginner Honorable Treasure to an intermediate Honorable Treasure.
It was only one step away from an advanced Honorable Treasure.
It could be said that this Natal Flying Sword gathered all his Battle Qi. Unless it was a last resort, he would fight the enemy with his life.
"Slash!"
With a swoosh, the flying sword collided with the Sword Qi emitted by the Sacred Sword with the force of thunder.
Zuo Shan was full of confidence in his Natal Revered Treasure. He believed that even if the other party's sword was of a higher grade than his, the user's cultivation level was lower.
It was still possible to break this fatal sword strike.
Zuo Shan didn't have time to relax.
Zhang Xing shouted, "Break!"
With a clink, Zuo Shan's flying sword shattered instantly.
Whoosh!
The white light flashed and streaked across Zuo Shan's body without any obstruction.
Zuo Shan was split into two halves from his head to his abdomen. The two halves of his body fell to the left and right.
His left and right eyes were still filled with disbelief.
At the same time, the world in his eyes also split into two.
The scene he saw before his death was deeply imprinted in his mind.
His soul floated in the air in a daze, but was soon sucked away by a mysterious suction force.
No one noticed that the ghost had disappeared into the space above Zhang Xing's head.
Then, with a flash of white light, the holy sword in Zhang Xing's hand suddenly disappeared.
When it reappeared, it was already in front of Zuo Gang.
Zuo Gang, who was still in a daze, couldn't believe that his big brother had died.
He didn't expect that Zhang Xing would directly attack him after killing his big brother.
In a hurry, he could only use all his defensive magic treasures like his big brother.
However, it was useless.
Once the Sacred Sword came out, even a Sacred Weapon of the same level would find it difficult to defend against it.
Puff!
The white light instantly penetrated Zuo Gang's forehead without any obstruction.