Her hand slowly moved toward the hilt of the sword, grabbed it and prepared to pull it out!

result--

No matter how she used force, the sword was like it was on the ground, and she would not move any longer.

Ye Xiyue tried it several times, but the result was all the same.

She stuck out her tongue in depression. They were about to leave the sword tomb tomorrow morning. She is still empty-handed and finally saw a sword, but she still can't pull it out.

She suddenly glanced at the side from the corner of her eyes, almost next to this sword, next to a sword, that sword...

Ye Xiyue couldn't bear to look at her at all. What kind of sword was that? Is this sure it wasn't a mud egg?

If it weren't for this sword, she wouldn't have noticed it next to the sword she was interested in.

The hilt of the sword is covered with black paint, as if it is coated with black glue, and the sword body looks even more dirty, as if it is old and has rust. Moreover, there is a lot of soil on the sword. If you poke it with your hand, it can still cause dust to fall.

Ye Xiyue's mouth twitched, is this sure it was a sword?

In the corner of no one noticed it, and it had a completely unpopular appearance.

Out of curiosity, Ye Xiyue landed on the hilt of the sword. Without using force, she just touched it gently, and the sword fell to the ground with a "bang!"

Ye Xiyue: “…”

The sword was inserted into the ground just now, but she just touched it for a while, and that was it? Doesn’t this mean that she could pull out the sword, and that the sword was indeed unearthed because of her touch.

She squatted down speechlessly and picked up the broken sword. Bing Wu's words immediately sounded in her mind: Ye Xiyue, this time she entered the sword tomb, it was just the first time you and me to confront each other. I want to see what sword you will get next. Maybe you don't know yet. After the sword tomb, there will be a sword fighting meeting. Then you and I will inevitably face each other. Don't take a broken sword to make me look down on you.

Ye Xiyue rubbed her forehead depressedly, and she replied to Bingwu in a very cool way: You don’t have to worry about it.

Now, has the Bingwu's words come true?

She took a sword, and it was really a sword that could not be broken anymore!

Just when Ye Xiyue wanted to throw away the 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 and rolled down under the stone table.

Ye Xiyue frowned. It would be fine if she was not lucky today, but she would also have to kick the little black box?

Do you think she is not bad enough?

She squatted down to pick up the black box. At the moment she turned around, her body suddenly stiffened and she stood there, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Her left hand slowly stretched out, swung away the dust on the stone table, and saw a sunken sign.

No matter what angle she looks at it, the sunken logo is consistent with the black box.

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

The ground seemed to be swaying faintly, and the situation came too suddenly, even she was unprepared.

At this moment, there was a scream outside:

"You are so awesome."

"Wow! What a beautiful sword."

“…”
Chapter completed!