There is a long saddlebag that has just been opened.

Inside, there was a sword lying there.

This sword is not very long. Yang Ruoqing visually estimated that it is only as long as her arm.

It is inserted into the scabbard. From the outside, the blue scabbard looks simple and unremarkable.

It doesn’t even have any patterns. It looks elegant and compact, and is indeed suitable for women to use for self-defense.

However, there are two small flower-like fonts carved on the hilt of the sword.

"What's that word? Is it the name of this sword?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Qi Xingyun leaned down and read the two words carefully, his breathing became rapid.

"Moye!"

"This is the legendary female sword Moye!" He cheered excitedly.

The other three people were also very excited and worked hard to verify whether the legend was true or not. It really existed!

Qi Xingyun reached out and was about to take out the Moye Sword, but was stopped by Yang Ruoqing.

"Don't worry, just take a look at the candle over there first," she said.

People light wax and ghosts blow out lamps. If the candle goes out, even if there is Shang Fang's sword in the coffin, it cannot be touched!

Of course, when Yang Ruoqing took the half bead by mistake, she forgot to look at the candlelight.

So at this moment, she herself felt a little guilty, and she went to see the candlelight with the intention of getting lucky.

If the candle flame was abnormal, she would secretly put back the half bead.

The four of them stared at the candlelight over there without blinking. After staring for a while, they found that the candlelight was very calm.

"It should be fine. Let's take it out and take a look." Yang Ruoqing said.

Qi Xingyun nodded, held up the Moye sword with both hands, and then, carefully and piously, took out the sword and placed it in front of everyone.

"You can't see much from the outside. Pull it out and take a closer look," Tuoba Ling said.

Qi Xingyun nodded again, holding the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other hand, and pulled it out with all his strength.

"Huh?"

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Tuobaling asked.

Qi Xingyun shook his head without saying a word, and used more strength.

"Strange, why can't the sword be drawn out?" he said.

After exerting force again, the sword blade seemed to have grown into one with the scabbard. In the end, Qi Xingyun was sweating profusely and his demeanor was almost gone, but the sword remained motionless.

"Brother Qi, let me try." Tuobaling said.

Qi Xingyun hesitated for a moment, then handed Moye Sword into Tuobaling's hand.

Tuobaling also tried his best to suck the breast, but still couldn't pull it out.

"Is this sword fake? Why can't it be pulled out?" he asked in confusion.

Qi Xingyun said: "It's impossible,"

His eyes fell on Luo Fengtang, "Brother Fengtang, your strength is worse than mine, why don't you give it a try?"

Luo Fengtang glanced at the sword and was a little curious.

"Okay, I'll try too."

As a result, even Luo Fengtang couldn't pull it out.

Looking at these three confused and puzzled men, Yang Ruoqing, who was watching the excitement, couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.

"Ouch, I was laughing so hard that my stomach hurts. Three gods of war, three generals, and three masters of weapons can't even pull out a small Moye sword."

"If others knew about this, they would really laugh out loud." She said.

He sighed again and said: "Hey, it seems that this sword is destined to have no fate with you. It's all in front of you, but you still can't bite it! What should I do?"

Hearing her teasing, Tuobaling was a little embarrassed.

"Forget the sarcastic remarks. If Mrs. Luo is really in a leisurely mood, why not give it a try? Then you will know our difficulties." Tuobal Ling said.

Yang Ruoqing gave Tuobaling a blank look.

"I'm too lazy to pull it out. I'm not interested in swords in the first place. I just like to use my black-gold soft whip," she said.

Qi Xingyun said: "Mrs. Luo, since you followed us and went through all kinds of hardships to get here, why not take it easy and pull it out too?"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head.

"I'm really not interested. This sword belongs to the queen. We have seen it and know that the legend is true." She said.

"The sword can't be pulled out. Obviously the queen doesn't want to give the sword to you. You have to be self-aware. I've disturbed the queen for so long, so it's time to leave." She added.

Qi Xingyun looked embarrassed and stood beside the coffin with a sword in his hand, wanting to cry.

Tuobaling looked even more unwilling.

Seeing this, Luo Fengtang came to Yang Ruoqing's side and coaxed in a warm voice: "Qing'er, good boy, why don't you come and give it a try? Anyway, we are here."

"If you can't pull it away, then no matter how good the sword is, no matter how mysterious it is, it's just a piece of scrap metal, and there's not much point in taking it out."

"Brother Qi, Brother Tuoba, do you think this is the case?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Qi Xingyun nodded hurriedly: "Yes, if Mrs. Luo can't pull it out, we will give up and let this sword continue to sleep underground with the queen."

After hearing this, Yang Ruoqing's attitude relaxed a bit.

She cast her gaze on the Moye sword in Qi Xingyun's hand, tilted her head and looked at it, and said: "I can pull it out, but if I pull it out, then this sword will belong to me, and neither of you are allowed to follow me."

Grab it, can you agree to it?"

She said that on purpose. She didn't intend to pull it out anyway, just to tease the two of them.

Qi Xingyun nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, as long as you can pull it out and let us see the style of the legendary Moye Sword, then this sword will naturally be yours."

Tuobaling curled his lips and said nothing.

But that look clearly told everyone that he didn't believe that Yang Ruoqing could pull it out at all. He just wanted one more person to give it a try.

So that I can have some psychological balance. Look, it's not that I can't pull it out, but that no one can pull out this sword at all.

Yang Ruoqing was not interested in paying attention to Tuobaling's little thoughts. She reached out and took the Moye sword and looked it over in front of her eyes.

Then, with a movement of his wrist, he held the scabbard of the sword with one hand and the hilt of the sword with the other hand, and gently lifted it up.

"Ding……"

As a subtle yet crisp trembling sound reached his ears, a majestic sword energy shot out.

Several stone pillars in the tomb suddenly shook, and the thick iron chains that tied the other six sarcophagi also swayed and collided together, making a clattering sound.

"Qing'er drew her sword?"

Luo Fengtang exclaimed.

Qi Xingyun and Tuobaling were also stunned.

Yang Ruoqing herself was also surprised. Immediately, she jumped down the steps and landed firmly on the ground.

He drew his sword out of its scabbard and pointed it straight at the thick iron chain over there.

The raised hands drew a graceful arc, and where the sword light pointed, a subtle 'Crack!' sound was heard in the ear, and the iron chain was broken into two parts and dropped to the ground.

And the blade of the sword in her hand, as thin as a cicada's wing, was flowing with a ball of brilliance, like a hibiscus emerging from the water, fresh and cold.

The sword energy spreads and emits a deep light.

"Bah bang bang!"

Qi Xingyun couldn't help stroking his hands and walked towards this side, his eyes and eyebrows filled with surprise and shock.

"Moye Sword, it is truly a peerless sword!" he said.

Tuobaling also murmured: "After seeing this sword, I suddenly felt that the ones in the arsenal are all scrap metal."

Luo Fengtang came to Yang Ruoqing excitedly.
Chapter completed!