Because he knew that Linghu Yuxuan was weak and even felt it was a bit difficult to move the table, so how could he take up the sword?

He had never called it specifically. He thought that the sword was at least 10 kilograms, right? How did she lift it up as a weak woman? And looking at her now, she felt that her skills were no worse than her.

(A sword of 2.6kg is very heavy in real combat. The Ming and Qing swords generally do not exceed 750g. In addition, the swords in the Ming and Qing dynasties are generally 80 to 90cm long, and the weight is from 450 to 750g. I am just here

Doubled the weight, so it's relatively heavy, don't be too strange)

Xuanyuan Zhicheng thought that this was really abnormal. What was going on?

Not everyone can master the Soul-Devouring Heavenly Destroying Sword, and the rest can't even pull it out, but why...

Just when Xuanyuan Zhicheng was suspicious of this, he responded with the cold voice of Linghu Yuxuan walking on thin ice:

"I'll ask you if you'll hug you the last time?"

"I'll hug." Xuanyuan Zhicheng couldn't resist and could only agree.

"It's too late!"

Xuanyuan Zhicheng: "..."

What exactly should I do? It's so difficult for me!

Sure enough, you can't reason with women because they are the truth.

After thinking about it carefully, Xuanyuan Zhicheng gradually realized something was wrong.

He thought there must be something strange about this matter. Linghu Yuxuan is not such an unreasonable person.

Why does the time of day change so much? It's like being taken over, and there must be something wrong with it.
Chapter completed!