Chapter 927: Killing Zuo Shan and Zuo Gang in Succession

"Old guy, are you ready? I'm going to draw my sword."

Zhang Xing joked.

"Boy, stop talking nonsense and come out with your sword quickly. I can't wait any longer."

"Haha, I like this sword very much. Remember, you only have one chance to use the sword. Once you finish using the sword, I will accept it without mercy."

Zuo Shan rubbed his hands together and kept licking his lips. His eyes were all on the holy sword, and he didn't care about Zhang Xing's ridicule.

Zhang Xing held a sword flower in his right hand, and dragon energy rushed into the holy sword continuously.

With a swish sound, the sword energy flew out.

Although Zuo Shan looked greedy, he did not dare to be careless.

He raised his fighting spirit to 80% and swung out his palm.

Although he had some vague guesses in his mind, he was not sure about the grade of the sword.

Because he really couldn't believe that a ten-year-old boy could possess that legendary weapon.

However, he soon knew that after one palm strike, the sword belonged to him.

The moment the sword energy and palm energy collided, Zuo Shan's face immediately changed color.

not good!

His fighting spirit was cut open easily by the sword energy like a piece of tofu.

It was too late to escape at this point.

The cold hair on his body stood up suddenly, and with a thought, all kinds of defensive magic weapons came out.

It's a pity that no matter whether it is a junior or intermediate weapon, there is no way to stop it in front of that sword energy.

In an instant, the eighteen defensive weapons blocking Zuo Shan were torn apart by a sword.

At this moment, Zuo Shan was really jealous and frightened.

He didn't have time to think about other problems, saving his life was the most important thing.

"My precious treasure, come out!"

Just when the sword energy cut through other defensive treasures and was about to cut through the middle of his body.

A sword shadow suddenly appeared from the silver necklace on his chest.

The shadow of the sword became real, it was a two-foot-two-inch flying sword.

It is Zuoshan's strongest attack method. This sword has been with him for a hundred years, and its level has been upgraded from a junior treasure to an intermediate treasure.

It's only one step away from reaching the high-end treasure.

It can be said that when this natal flying sword is released, all his fighting energy is concentrated, and he will only fight against the enemy desperately when he has no last resort.

"cut!"

The flying sword swished and carried the force of thunder when it met the sword energy emitted by the holy sword.

Zuo Shan was full of confidence in his natal treasure. He believed that even if the opponent's sword was of a higher level than his, the user's own cultivation level was lower.

This fatal sword can still be defeated.

Zuo Shan didn't have time to relax yet.

Just listen to Zhang Xing shout softly: "Broken!"

With a ding sound, Zuo Shan's natal weapon, the Flying Sword, instantly shattered.

Uh-huh!

A white light flashed across Zuo Shan's body without any hindrance.

Zuoshan was divided into two parts, neatly cut open from the top of the head to the abdomen, and the two parts of the body fell to the left and right.

His left and right eyes still showed an expression of disbelief.

The world in his eyes was also split into two.

The image of this scene he saw until his death was deeply imprinted in his mind.

His ghost floated in the air blankly, but was soon sucked away by an inexplicable suction force.

No one noticed that this ghost disappeared into the space above Zhang Xing's head.

Immediately afterwards, there was a flash of white light, and the holy sword in Zhang Xing's hand suddenly disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Zuo Gang.

Zuo Gang, who was still dazed, could not believe that his eldest brother was dead.

He never expected that Zhang Xing would attack him directly after killing his eldest brother.

In a hurry, I could only use all the defensive magic weapons like my elder brother.

But, it's of no use at all.

Once the holy sword appears, even a holy weapon of the same level cannot defend it.

puff!

The white light penetrated Zuo Gang's eyebrows without any hindrance.