In the quiet courtyard, a young girl in a green dress sat quietly on a chair, the flush on her beautiful cheeks stretched all the way to the root of her ears, and her white jade neck was plated with a layer of pink, her eyes were shy, and the water was shining, which was moving.

The girl's long skirt was lifted slightly, revealing a flawless calf, perhaps because Mo Li'er was born with inconvenient legs and feet, and these legs were almost never affected by the day after tomorrow, which was particularly moving. The complexion is as white as frost and snow, the jade legs are slender and round, and there is a sense of pity for the delicate, like flying flowers in the wind, beautiful and sad.

Such a beautiful pair of legs, but it makes people sigh, they are so cold and weak, they can't support a delicate woman, so that the girl in her most beautiful years can only sit quietly in the chair day after day.

Xue Qinghan sat beside Mo Li'er, the stars in his eyes were circulating, and the lines were flickering, revealing a hazy meaning, and there were faint wisps of sword intent around his body, enveloping the entire courtyard.

Xue Qinghan's fingers were lightly placed on Mo Li'er's calf One by one, the mysterious runes shone brightly, one by one, and the Dao chains were dense, like a long sword staggered, and the cold light flickered.

At this time, an ice-blue air stream was continuously absorbed from under Mo Li'er's skin, wrapping around Xue Qinghan's arm, covering Xue Qinghan's arm with a layer of hard ice in an instant, and quickly stretched towards Xue Qinghan's body.

With the appearance of this ice-blue airflow, the temperature of the entire small courtyard dropped sharply, the moisture in the air condensed into ice slag in an instant, and the plants in the courtyard were directly shrouded in a layer of light frost at this moment.

The intensity of this cold intent, even a cultivator like Mo Jiuqing can't ignore it, and he needs to use his spiritual power to protect himself, you must know that the cultivation of the realm of Xue Qinghan and others is generally invasive.

A cultivator like Mo Jiuqing is still like this, not to mention Mo Li'er, who has no cultivation but is just an ordinary person. At this time, Mo Li'er's face was unnaturally pale, and her lips trembled slightly, but fortunately, Mo Jiuqing protected it with spiritual power in time to resist the chill that wanted to freeze her soul.

Mo Jiuqing looked at Mo Li'er's pale face, a look of worry flashed in her eyes, and there was still a glimmer of hope. The cold qi that was entrenched in Mo Li'er's body, he had also tried various methods over the years, and invited an unknown number of alchemists, but he was always helpless with it.

Now Xue Qinghan has absorbed this terrible cold, and he is no longer as unresponsive as before, which makes him faintly rise a ray of hope in his heart.

Xue Qinghan's face was solemn, his body was free and free, and the breath on his body was even more ethereal and transcendent, like an immortal in the dust, not a mortal. Wisps of sword qi that were also filled with an icy aura roared, all of which swirled around his arms, competing against the extreme cold qi that had eroded.

However, it can also be seen that on the erosion of that extreme cold qi, the sword intent condensed by Xue Qinghan is retreating one after another, moving all the way back from the position of the palm, and soon Xue Qinghan's entire arm is covered in ice blue, which makes Mo Jiuqing and Mo Li'er two brothers and sisters frightened. Mo Jiuqing opened his mouth several times, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing that although Xue Qinghan's face was solemn, he was still calm, and finally didn't say anything, just stared at Xue Qinghan's arm, and the spiritual power on his body surged.

What made Mo Jiuqing and Mo Li'er a little relieved was that after that extreme cold qi covered Xue Qinghan's entire arm, it was finally resisted by the sword qi that permeated Xue Qinghan's body, and they could no longer advance an inch.

Time passed, half a day passed, but the ice-blue air flow flowing out of Mo Li'er's body showed no sign of abating, as if what Xue Qinghan absorbed for half a day was just the tip of its iceberg.

However, Xue Qinghan's body was covered with a faint layer of frost white, and between breaths, the white mist quickly condensed into ice slag. What made Mo Jiuqing breathe a sigh of relief was that after half a day, the ice blue air flow that had been continuously absorbed was being dissolved by Xue Qinghan in a mysterious way, not only did it not hurt him, but it also seemed to make the sword qi on Xue Qinghan's body stronger, a little purer, faintly carrying the same aura as the cold qi flowing out of Mo Li'er's body, glowing with an ice blue luster.

Sealing swordsmanship, the meaning of the basic supernatural power of the Great Freedom Sword, is like a kind of swordsmanship that promises the life of wood to be endless, and the burning sword technique corresponds to the violent destruction of fire, and the sealing sword technique also corresponds to the power of an elemental attribute, and this elemental attribute is ice.

Freezing everything, freezing time, freezing space, and freezing life with the ultimate cold qi is for sealing the sword. Although Xue Qinghan comprehended the Ice Sealing Sword Intent, he needed to use the corresponding ice attribute spirit object as a medium to condense the sword species, so that he could truly cultivate the Sealing Sword Technique.

And the extraordinaryness of the Great Freedom and Freedom Sutra also indicates its high requirements for things as media. When Xue Qinghan saw Mo Li'er's scene, what he thought was actually just that he planned to use the control of the sword sealing technique to control the power of cold ice to expel the cold qi in his body, so that Mo Jiuqing owed himself a favor, and it could also make Xue Qinghan feel more at ease. Of course, the reluctance to owe is also a reason.

To Xue Qinghan's surprise, the strength of the cold qi in Mo Li'er's body actually met the requirements of Xue Qinghan's cultivation of the sealing sword technique, which can be said to be an unexpected joy.

"Whew~"

After another moment, Xue Qinghan withdrew the finger that was placed on Mo Li'er's calf, the Xuan Ice on the arm receded, and an extremely rich ice-blue air flow was still lingering on Xue Qinghan's arm, showing no signs of dissipating at all.

Similarly, the sword intent on Xue Qinghan's body was still strong, and the sword aura glowing with ice blue light appeared to be a little more condensed, constantly devouring that cold aura.

Xue Qinghan opened his eyes, and there was a faint flash of ice-blue sword light in his galaxy-like eyes, which was extremely sharp.

Mo Jiuqing naturally had already noticed that Xue Qinghan was not only dissolving the cold qi accumulated in Mo Li'er's body, but also using this to practice some magical powers, but for him, Mo Li'er's injuries could recover, and everything else was not so important.

As the snow clears and colds no longer absorb the cold, the temperature in the space has faintly recovered, but it is still a bone-chilling cold.

Xue Qinghan raised his head, looked at Mo Li'er, whose face had slightly recovered a little ruddy, and then turned his gaze to Mo Jiuqing and said: "I didn't expect the cold qi in Miss Li'er's body to be so pure, I thought that healing her injuries could be regarded as a small reward for Commander Mo to do things for me, but now it seems that he is taking advantage of it." ”

"Don't say that for the city lord, as an attribute to do things for the city lord is the duty, for Mo, Li'er's injury can be recovered is the greatest joy. I know what the city lord wants to say, but all chances must also be blessed and eliminated before they are chances, otherwise it will just be a disaster. It's enough for my sister to recover, and I don't dare to ask for anything else. If the cold in Li'er's body can be useful to the city lord, this is better, the ghost thing that has tormented my sister for nearly twenty years, I don't think Li'er herself likes it. ”

Mo Jiuqing looked at the pair of starry eyes, as if he knew what Xue Qinghan was thinking, shook his head and smiled. The things in Mo Li'er's body, he is the most knowledgeable person, no one knows better than him, but what he can't control is just a disaster in the end, not because of it, why has Mo Li'er never stood up since he was born?

"Thank you to the city lord for healing Li'er's injuries. Mo Li'er also showed a moving smile on her face and said, her face was slightly pale, which showed the delicate beauty that I saw pity.

"The cold qi in Miss Li'er's body has been accumulated for many years, and it is not possible to completely resolve it overnight, I can feel it, what I have absorbed today is only a drop in the ocean, the tip of the iceberg, with my current ability, it is difficult to completely dissolve it, and it is impossible to completely dissolve it without a few years. ”

Mo Jiuqing frowned, his eyes fixed on Xue Qinghan.

Xue Qinghan stood up, walked in front of Mo Li'er, and suddenly pointed at Mo Li'er's eyebrows, which surprised the two Mo brothers and sisters, but when he felt that Xue Qinghan did not have a trace of killing intent, Mo Jiuqing stopped the spiritual power fluctuations in his body that were surging instantly, and stood quietly behind Mo Li'er.