"It's a bit outrageous."

Feng Fan said to himself, he just waved the Qinghe Sword lightly, and the cold air could freeze the ground three feet, if he used it with all his might, how terrifying would it be? Moreover, the Qinghe Sword has not been completely repaired yet, and it is still in a broken state.

"It's still a little close, it's going to be complete, I'm really looking forward to it, how strong will the completely repaired Qinghe Sword be?"

As he was advancing, those dead souls were constantly devoured by the Qinghe Sword, and when Feng Fan felt that the Qinghe Sword was getting stronger and stronger, he found that he could barely hold the hilt of the sword. The cold aura exuded from the sword's body, permeating the surroundings and freezing the air! If Feng Fan hadn't wrapped his hands with the true qi in his body, I'm afraid his hands would have to be scrapped!

"It's no wonder that I had that kind of scene in my mind, and it was really extraordinary."

At the beginning, Feng Fan saw a scene in his mind, within a radius of thousands of miles from the Qinghe Sword, the sky was snowing, and the earth was covered with frost, such a scene was actually caused by a sword, you can imagine how terrifying the Qinghe Sword was in its heyday!

As the last wave of dead souls was swallowed by the Qinghe Sword, on the body of the sword, an endless cold light suddenly surged, and the cold light echoed in the underworld, seemingly suppressing the surrounding breath of death!

Feng Fan only felt as if his whole body was frozen, and he kept shivering, until finally, the cold light was great, even if the true qi in Feng Fan's body was running wildly, it was still difficult to resist the cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow! His hands were frozen purple, and Feng Fan had no choice but to let go of his hands, otherwise his hands would definitely be frozen and cracked!

The Qinghe Sword that fell off fell from Feng Fan's hand and plunged straight into the ground. Then, with the Qinghe Sword as the center, the earth continued to freeze. The earthy yellow ground was covered with endless frost, and it spread to all sides, until the end, Feng Fan couldn't see how much ice was frozen, because everywhere he looked, there was frost!

This is not over, the cold aura emanating from the Qinghe Sword not only freezes the earth, but also spreads towards the air. Wherever the cold air passed, the dead souls in the air retreated. It retreated a little slowly, and it turned into ice crystals under the extreme cold!

Feng Fan had to frantically run the true qi in his body, and the bursts of cold qi emanating from the air were really terrifying, and his physical body alone couldn't resist it at all! Even Dante had a powerful aura surging from his body, and the cold aura of the Qinghe Sword made him feel dangerous.

"Put it away quickly, we won't be able to resist for long if it goes on like this!" Dante said as he fended off the cold.

Hearing Dante's words, Feng Fan walked forward step by step, and every time he got a little closer to the Qinghe Sword, the cold air became more and more intense. In the end, Feng Fan trembled and approached the Qinghe Sword and reached out to hold it.

When he just held the Qinghe Sword with both hands, Feng Fan only felt as if his hands were torn, and they were directly cracked by the cold! But the cold in the air was too heavy, and the wound was already frozen before the blood could flow out! At the same time, Feng Fan felt that his mind seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness under this extreme cold, and an irrepressible negative emotion surged into Feng Fan's heart, making him feel that his whole person was falling into a bloodthirsty desire!

"Not good!"

The true qi in his body surged up, dispelling negative emotions, and did not make Feng Fan lose his mind for the time being, and he bit the tip of his tongue violently, taking advantage of the moment of soberness brought by the severe pain, Feng Fan hurriedly withdrew the hand holding the Qinghe sword, and looked at the extremely cold sword in front of him with palpitations.

"True Nyima Demon!"

Feng Fan took two steps back, and now that this sword has been completely revived, it has completely become a peerless fierce sword, even if he is its master, there is nothing he can do, or rather, he is still too weak. If it is replaced by an old immortal, even if the Qinghe sword is fierce, I am afraid that it will not be able to succeed in the hands of the old immortal.

"What can I do, it's not a problem to go on like this." Feng Fan was completely depressed, the Qinghe Sword at this moment was a landmine, it couldn't be touched at all, whoever touched it was unlucky.

"Find a way to take it! I can't hold on like this. Dante urged, but at this moment, Feng Fan really had no way at all.

"I can't take it! After the revival of this sword, it is simply too demonic, and it is not at all what I can control now! ”

Feng Fan was not only speechless but also very helpless at the moment, with the current state of the Qinghe Sword, that is to say, he would not even think about using the Qinghe Sword in the future, at least it would be impossible for a short time. His strength can't be improved, and with the Qinghe Sword, the first person to die is himself!

"God, you play with me, your uncle!"

As soon as Feng Fan's words fell, the frozen earth suddenly trembled, and then the ice cubes on the ground continued to crumble, and I don't know where the energy came from, those shattered ice cubes flew out quickly, flying towards Feng Fan like sharp daggers, pointing directly at his vital point! The strange thing is that Dante was standing not far from Feng Fan, but none of those ice cubes fell on Dante, and all of them stabbed at Feng Fan.

"Fuck you, uncle!"

The ice cubes flew at great speed, and Feng Fan hurriedly dodged in fright.

"What the hell is going on!?"

Feng Fan narrowly dodged the attack of these ice cubes, and then the trembling earth gradually calmed down, as if everything had never happened.

"Another accident! Who the hell am I messing with this Nima! ”

Feng Fan is now on fire in his belly, since he came to this world, accidents have been happening constantly, although there is no danger every time, but whoever is replaced, everyone has to fuck up.

"Forget it, let's find a way to put away the Qinghe Sword first."

Judging from the past accidents, as long as you dodge it, there will be nothing to do, and then wait for the next accident to happen.

"That's right! Scabbard! ”

Feng Fan touched his body and found a quaint scabbard. This scabbard has always followed the Qinghe Sword, and all along, Feng Fan only saw the strength of the Qinghe Sword, but forgot to load its scabbard. With such a powerful and demonic sword of extreme cold, the scabbard that can carry it must be something extraordinary!

"Maybe this scabbard can encapsulate the Qinghe sword."

Feng Fan took a deep breath, and then frantically poured the true qi in his body into his hands, and then he rushed over, grabbed the Qinghe Sword, and pulled it up! In such a short moment, the true qi that shrouded Feng Fan's hands had already been corroded by the cold qi! Then a tingling sensation came into Feng Fan's heart, and he felt that his hands were frozen and cracked again!

"Give me back!"

Feng Fan roared angrily, waved his right hand, and inserted the Qinghe sword into the scabbard accurately.

The Qinghe Sword, which returned to the scabbard, gradually gathered all the cold air, and everything returned to normal.