When entering the sword room, Bing Wu told her enthusiastically: In the next sword fighting meeting, you'd better get a sword that you can take out, and don't use a broken sword to make me look down on you.

depressed!

She lowered her eyes and held too much emotion in her eyes.

Bingwu knew Huang Junye, and she also knew that Huang Junye came from a medium interface. Just from this point of view, the relationship between the two was extraordinary.

Although she didn't mind this matter, she stood on Huang Junye's side unconditionally and chose to believe him.

However, if the sword fighting conference is really held, what would happen if Bing Wu, who had already looked down on her, saw her appearing with a broken sword?

Cang Mo and Huang Junye were all watching in the dark, she didn't want to embarrass Huang Junye!

No longer looking at the broken sword on the table, Ye Xiyue took out the black box and covered it with the lid, "Although you may be in harmony with the spirit and form, I think you are really not suitable to be by my side. I still have very important things to do."

She comforted herself secretly, but at this moment, she couldn't take out the black box at all. The sword on the table seemed to understand her words, jumped up from the table with a "click" and inserted it behind her.

Ye Xiyue's expression moved slightly, "Are you stopping me and not letting me out?"

She was just joking and didn't think that this sword could really understand her words, but she really couldn't bear to leave the black box. Ye Xiyue tried a lot of effort and could not hold it off.

She focused on the broken sword in front of her again, turned her mind and picked it up, then turned around to get the black box. This time, the box could actually be held in her hand.

The spirit and form were united. Thinking of these four words, Ye Xiyue curled her lips powerlessly, "Everyone says that the sword in the sword tomb is spiritual. In fact, I feel that you are quite spiritual. At least you know that you are crazy and blocked me. Maybe no one wants it, so you will choose me."

If you choose, choose, she admits it too.

After putting away the black box, she decided not to give up the broken sword. Even if it was broken, it was still pulled out by her, and she was destined to be with it.

In fact, she has always had a doubt in her heart.

The stove outside just now lit up, the earth trembled, and a red light emerged. At that time, Bing Wu pulled out the blood-colored glass sword. As she expected, it was the black box that opened and the sword spirit appeared, fusion with the time in this broken sword.

As for the red light, she remembered it very clearly. After the sword god was integrated into one, when she touched it, she clearly saw the red light flashing on its sword. The red light was more dazzling than the sword in Bingwu's hand. Although it was only a moment, it was enough to shock her.

"Time, a strange phenomenon from the sky, was it derived from the sword of Bingwu, or was it because of you?"

He murmured, and Ye Xiyue smiled mockingly. How could such a strange phenomenon be derived from the broken sword in her hand?

It’s not that she has no confidence in this sword, but that it has an unbelievable appearance.

Ye Xiyue took the Breaking Sword into the God-Slaying Space. Not long after she put it in, she felt that her wrist was burning and unbearable. She took out the Sword of Time again. This time she felt much better.
Chapter completed!