Her hand slowly moved to the hilt of the sword, and as soon as she grasped it, she was ready to pull it out!

Result –

No matter how much force she used, the sword was as if it were growing on the ground, dead or alive.

Ye Xiyue tried and tested several times, and the results were all the same.

She stuck out her tongue in frustration, they were going to leave the sword mound early tomorrow morning, she was still empty-handed, and she finally looked at the right sword, but she couldn't pull it out.

Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly glanced to the side, almost next to the sword, next to a sword, the sword......

Ye Xiyue couldn't bear to look at it at all, what kind of sword was that, this is definitely not a mud egg?

If it weren't for this sword, it would be next to the sword she fancied, and she wouldn't have noticed it.

The hilt of the sword is black, as if it has been coated with a layer of black glue, and the sword body looks even dirty, as if it has been aged for a long time and rusty, and a lot of soil has fallen on the sword body.

The corners of Ye Xiyue's mouth twitched, is this sure to be a sword?

In a no-man's corner, almost no one notices it, and it has an unwelcome appearance.

Out of curiosity, Ye Xiyue casually landed on the hilt of the sword, and she didn't use any force, but just touched it lightly, and the sword 'bang!' Then he fell to the ground.

Ye Xiyue: "......"

The sword was just stuck in the ground, and she just touched it, and that's it? Doesn't this mean that she was able to pull out the sword, and that the sword was indeed unearthed because of her touch?

She squatted down speechlessly, picked up the broken sword, and the words that Bing Wu said sounded in her mind: Ye Xiyue, this time I entered the sword shrine, it was just the first time you and I met, I want to see what sword you will get next, maybe you don't know yet, after the sword shrine, it will be the sword fighting conference, and then you and I will inevitably be opposite, but don't take a broken sword and let me look down on you.

Ye Xiyue rubbed her forehead gloomily, and she replied to the ice dance very coolly: Don't bother with it.

Now, the words of the ice dance have come true?

She took a sword, and it was really a broken sword that couldn't be broken again!

Just when Ye Xiyue wanted to throw away this sword and find other good swords again, the small black box in her hand suddenly emitted a scorching light, burning her palm, she subconsciously let go, and the black box fell to the ground, slamming under the stone table.

Ye Xiyue frowned, it's okay if she is unlucky today, but this little black box is also going to be inserted?

Don't you think she's weak enough?

She squatted down to pick up the black box, and at the moment she turned around, her body suddenly stiffened, and she stood in place, unable to recover for a long time.

Her left hand, slowly reaching out, swept away the dust from the stone table, and saw a sign of a dent.

No matter how she looked at it, the sunken sign matched the black box.

She picked up the black box on the floor, tentatively put it in, waited for three seconds, and suddenly—

The ground seemed to shake faintly, and the situation came so suddenly that even she was defenseless.

At this moment, an exclamation came from outside:

"You're amazing."

"Wow! What a beautiful sword. ”

“……”

Ye Xiyue walked to the door of the sword room and took a look, Bing Wu was picking up a sword in the sword hall far away from her.