Chapter 171 The sword weighs 365 pounds!
Song Kaiming didn't dare to play this for him.
Chen Yang was about to look back when he suddenly noticed that there was a stick lying horizontally under the wall where the shotgun was placed.
It was blocked by other debris, and a section was exposed. It was dark in appearance and looked like metal.
He thought it was a gun barrel and reached out to grab it.
Get it cold.
So heavy!
I mentioned it slightly, but didn’t mention it.
Song Kaiming saw it, but he smiled, "Let's forget about this thing, you can't do it..."
"Huh?"
Chen Yang was a little stunned when he heard this.
He moved the debris beside him, and the thing revealed its true form under the light.
Like a gun but not like a gun, like a knife but not like a knife.
It looks like a one-meter-long broadsword connected to a stick nearly two meters long.
Mo Dao!
Such a word came to Chen Yang's mind.
This is an ancient cold weapon, popular in the Tang and Song Dynasties. It is a heavy cold weapon used to deal with cavalry - Mo Dao.
Single-pointed and double-edged, the blade glowed with a cold light. Although the ground was damp, there was no trace of rust.
It lay there quietly, denting the soil on the ground.
Song Kaiming said, "I don't know how old this thing is. My grandfather said it was dug out from the Erlang Temple in Sipan Mountain..."
"It is said that when the Erlang Temple was built, a piece of fine iron was transported from Luoshan. I originally wanted to cast a three-pointed two-edged sword for the statue of the god, but for some unknown reason, it could not be shaped. In the end, it was cast into a single-pointed two-edged sword. The blade has been kept in the temple..."
"Later, when the temple was renovated, this knife was dug out. For some unknown reason, it went to Jiapigou. When my family was building a house, we dug the foundation and dug it. After it was dug out, no one dared to touch it, so it has been kept here..."
In other words, this knife has always been here, and their family only built a house on the blade.
“This knife is incredible. It is three meters long and weighs 365 kilograms. Let alone picking it up, even if you find several people to lift it, you may not be able to lift it.”
Song Kaiming kept saying it Shaking his head, 365 pounds, what is the concept?
If it presses on you, it can even force Xiang out of you.
"Shall I give it a try?"
Chen Yang became interested, this is simply a magic weapon.
“Heh.”
Song Kaiming was happy, “Okay, try it. If you can pick it up, it doesn’t hurt to give it to you.”
Everything in their family has been in trouble since his grandfather's generation. By his generation, they were even more disabled and impoverished. Sometimes, he wondered if this was the reason why the knife was placed here.
After all, this is something from the temple. Some weird things may have disturbed their home.
"Uncle, step aside!"
Chen Yang put the snake aside and took a stance.
“Take it easy, be careful of flashing your waist.”
Song Kaiming took two steps back, wanting to laugh a little.
He could even imagine Chen Yang's embarrassment when he couldn't hold up the Mo Dao.
Chen Yang spit some saliva into the palm of his hand, rubbed it vigorously, and grabbed the handle of Mo Dao.
More than three hundred kilograms is indeed very heavy for ordinary people, but Chen Yang is obviously not an ordinary person.
His physique is at least five times that of ordinary people.
It weighs more than 300 kilograms, so it will definitely be no problem to pick it up.
“Drink!”
Chen Yang gave a low drink and pushed hard.
The next second, Song Kaiming's smile froze on his face.
The pupils suddenly shrank, and his expression changed to one of surprise.
Get up.
Really got up.
The sword, which weighed more than three hundred kilograms, slowly lifted off the ground, and was actually lifted up by Chen Yang.
What a ghost.
Song Kaiming rubbed his eyes in disbelief and opened his mouth slightly.
Is this kid so strong?
“Hmph!”
Chen Yang snorted, and he lifted the broadsword flatly. Heavy, indeed heavy.
With his current physique, he should be able to pick up anything weighing less than 500 kilograms. However, being able to pick it up and being able to lift it easily are two different things.
Heavy, really heavy.
Now this knife gave Chen Yang the feeling of an ordinary person carrying something weighing fifty kilograms.
I can hold it, but I can't dance with it.
The space here is small, and he can only carry it so flat.
Hundreds of kilograms of weight pressed on his body. Adding his own weight, it already exceeded 500 kilograms. His feet dug two holes in the soft ground.
"Hurry up and put it down, your waist is flashing." Song Kaiming said anxiously.
"It's okay, I can hold it."
Chen Yang shook his head gently, "Uncle Kaiming, does what you just said count?"
Song Kaiming nodded, "Count it, count it..."
Chen Yang smiled, "You give it, I'll take it out."
"Okay."
Song Kaiming quickly got out of the way.
He wanted to go up and help him, but he still had the crutch under his arm. He had no ability and could only help Chen Yang pick up the snake.
......
The cellar was too narrow, and the Mo knife was long and heavy. After more than ten minutes, Chen Yang spent a lot of effort to take it out of the cellar. .
"Hoo!"
In the yard, Chen Yang tried to dance.
It is indeed very heavy and very strenuous.
With his current physique, he is still unable to use it freely, and can only do some chopping movements with great reluctance.
Just after waving in circles a few times, Chen Yang felt his arms sore, panting, and sweating profusely.
Bang!
The long knife hit the ground, and the ground shook. The long handle trapped a deep pit.
The blade and handle are three meters long, with an oak flagpole stuck there, which is higher than the house of Song Kaiming's family.
Song Kaiming's family stood at the edge of the yard, with expressions as if their jaws were about to drop to the ground.
Three hundred and sixty-five pounds.
What's the concept? Many pigs don't grow that heavy.
Huang Can stepped forward and tried to pull it up.
Not moving at all.
"Chen Yang, fierce general, I would like to make you the best in the world."
Huang Can couldn't help but give Chen Yang a thumbs up.
He knew that Chen Yang was very powerful, but he didn't have a solid idea. Now he was really convinced.
I used to hear that some people were born with supernatural powers. Overlord Xiang Yu was able to carry a cauldron, and Lu Zhishen uprooted a weeping willow tree. I just thought it was fantasy. Now it seems that these legends may be too conservative.
Chen Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Uncle Kaiming, can I take this knife away?"
"Take it."
Song Kai Ming gave a rare smile and said, "If I put this thing here, it would be worse than scrap metal. As the saying goes, a good horse deserves a good saddle, but you should also take it easy. This knife is too heavy. Be careful of hurting yourself when playing with it."
"That's called giving a sword to a hero. Can you speak?" His wife Huang Xia followed closely.
Song Kaiming was embarrassed when he heard this, "Are you the only one who is educated?"
"My sister has attended junior high school at least."
Huang Can said Song Kaiming to It won’t happen anymore.
“It’s amazing to have studied in junior high school...”
Song Kaiming's eyes widened.
He drank a few ounces of wine in the evening, and now he is probably drunk.
Chen Yang saw that the atmosphere was not right and quickly left.
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ps: Thanks to the book friend [Yuanding Sansheng III] for the 500 reward, Gui Gu thanks for the support.
(End of this chapter)