The moment the heavy sword landed, the ground suddenly turned into powder, and it cracked inch inch along the direction of the sword body, extending three meters away!

“Hu…hu…”

After falling into the sword, Chen Dong's face turned red, sweated profusely, and his chest was even more violently, and he was panting like a cow.

With his physique, wielding a hundred-pound heavy sword with such high intensity is indeed a considerable load.

However, the power of the sword made Chen Dong feel excited and his eyes lit up.

"This is the weapon I'm looking for!"

Chen Dong said happily, with such power, he didn't care whether the sword looked good or not.

Huo Zhenxiao, in the corner of the wall, looked at the traces of the heavy sword and recalled the scene of Chen Dong wielding the heavy sword just now. A look of loss appeared on his cold face.

This sword... why couldn't I wield it back then?

The color of loss flashes and disappears.
Chapter completed!