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

"try again."

Han Zhenzhi urged.

A Diao didn't 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, the face turned red, and all the effort in feeding was exhausted.

It cannot be said that the black sword did not move at all, it can only be said that it showed no reaction.

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

After taking it off in one breath, A Diao was so exhausted that he was sweating profusely.

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

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

Then he spit on his palms twice 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 the energy in his body, 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.

"Um?"

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.

Boom!

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

It was like an earthquake, especially scary.

However, even though the stone chamber continued to tremble, the black sword remained motionless.

"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 his 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 can only be matched with a destined person. Could it be that this sword will choose 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 meeting again 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 hardly 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 miracles?

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 instantly rose 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.
Chapter completed!