Even the people who were looking for the sword not far away couldn't help but look sideways curiously, in their opinion, the ice dance was not only beautiful, but also more mysterious, and now they openly picked up a sword they had never seen before in the sword mound, red glass, the sword aura was compelling, it was really a good sword.

Bing Wu held the sword in his hand, and subconsciously glanced at the second sword room, through the narrow gap, Ye Xiyue's gaze intersected with hers, and the fire was shining.

Bing Wu retracted his gaze and looked intently at the sword he had just picked up in his hand.

Xiao Lan'er was also watching from the side, she was different from the flattery of others who were happy to ice dance, she was just looking at a sword.

"Girl, this sword looks so powerful."

"Yes, girl, you're in luck."

"I came to the sword mound this time, I heard that the sword is about to be born, and there will be a vision when the time comes, you see that as soon as you pull out this sword, the ground is moving, and this rusty furnace for a hundred years suddenly burns a fire, you are clearly the rhythm of the sword."

"Can I touch it?" One of the girls couldn't help but have a strong curiosity.

Bing Wu nodded, and laid his sword in front of everyone, "Yes." ”

The man reached out and touched it, and suddenly— 'Bang! With a bang, the girl's hand was bounced back by the red light before it could touch the sword.

The girl subconsciously shrank her hand, "Okay...... It's so powerful, my arm is numb from the shock, I heard that the divine sword is spiritual, it seems that this sword, we can't touch it. ”

Everyone looked at each other, and while envying the ice dance, most of them had a trace of jealousy in their hearts.

However, with this Ice Dance Sword in hand, they didn't dare to provoke it, so they had to flatter it.

At this moment, the ice dance is the deepest, although with her cold temperament, there has never been any elated expression on her face, but there is already excitement between her eyebrows.

She looked at the sword-forging furnace in front of her, the flames that were burning high reflected the sword in her hand, and the ground was still trembling faintly, and as time went on, it had gradually stopped.

But the fire in the furnace is still thriving, and it can illuminate the dim sword hall.

"Excalibur! Excalibur! Excalibur! ”

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, and more than twenty girls celebrated the ice dance.

Xiao Lan'er frowned, what about Xiyue?

Why didn't you see her?

Ye Xiyue, who was in the sword room, glanced at the fiery atmosphere outside, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the sword on the stone table.

Compared with the thin and red-glazed sword in Bing Wu's hand, her sword can't be described by the word 'broken', it is simply broken and can't be taken out at all.

Covered in rust, it looks so dull that it can't even split a large stone.

The black box was still open, Ye Xiyue's hand fell on the broken sword, and the word 'years' flashed by in a flash, this was the second time she saw these two words.

Years?

"Your name is Years?" Ye Xiyue raised her eyebrows, "The name of the years is good, but you are really too broken!" ”

There is a feeling of a pit daddy.

"Years, can I not want you? I'm going to pick up another sword, okay? Ye Xiyue was good-natured and discussed with the sword in front of her, she was completely talking to herself, and she was also thinking about not wanting this sword in her heart, because it was really broken.