The formation she bought for a lot of money.

She spent hundreds of high-grade Xuanjing formations.

It's ruined.

Bing Lan'er blushed with a blue face, took out a bag of high-grade Xuanjing from the ring, and said word by word: "Zaibu!" ”

……

When he finally filled the water attribute with the cold blade and could build the ice attribute, Luo Qingyin suddenly remembered a very important matter.

The reason why she went down to the ice abyss was to find the drift ice outside the sky to build the foundation of the ice attribute.

If she had used these cold blades to construct the Ice Attribute, all her efforts would have been in vain.

But she has thousands of cold blades, what should she do?

With a ruthless heart, Luo Qingyin poured the cold blade into the dantian.

Wow!

At that moment, Luo Qingyin almost closed his breath in pain.

The rampage of the cold blade left distinct marks on the meridians and bones, and if you look closely, they are actually the marks of snowflakes.

The transparent meridians, the crystalline bones like jade, and the white snowflakes have a faint taste that is almost mysterious.

But Luo Qingyin couldn't feel it.

She just felt pain!

In order not to poke the dantian into a thousand holes, Luo Qingyin gritted his teeth and dragged the cold blade retrograde into the meridians!

That's the route of the Flame Forge Soul.

Now, it's a Chill Blade Forge Soul.

The fire of the Flame Forges is under her control.

But these cold blades are out of her control.

They poke and poke in the meridians, slash and chop, like countless knives, chopping the meridians and regenerating them again and again.

That hurts.

The cold blade that I installed myself has to be solved with tears.

Luo Qingyin endured and endured, couldn't bear it anymore, and finally decided to expel the cold blades.

The moment the cold blade passed through the meridians in her hand, she raised her hand and pointed forward.

Phew!

Pure power erupted, and an ice-blue cold blade shot out from his fingertips!

The extremely small and thin cold blade was smaller and more delicate than the cold blade that came onward in the ice abyss, but the power contained was stronger and more ferocious.

Luo Qingyin's eyes widened and he looked at his fingers in disbelief.

Is this comprehending the cold blade?

Her ice attribute is obviously not finished yet!

An indescribable surprise rose in Luo Qingyin's heart, and his five fingers were in unison.

Phew!

Five cold blades were sent out at the same time, striking the ice wall like lightning, leaving five one-inch-deep marks on the ice wall.

Gather your strength and try again, the traces left by the cold blade on the ice wall are one point deeper.

Unexpectedly......

Originally, it was to expel the cold blade, but he inadvertently comprehended a new martial art.

Luo Qingyin couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, and her eyes showed a comfortable smile for the first time since going down to the ice abyss.

Now, even if she can't find the drift ice outside the sky, it's worth the trip.

Look up at the handwriting left by the people who came before you on the ice wall.

At a depth of 5,000 feet, there were only three lines of writing left on the ice wall.

One is Yu Xuanjun and his sword: "Five thousand feet, unstoppable!" ”

The other is the Snow Clan's Snow Feihua: "The forging body is at the beginning of the formation, comprehend the Ice Spirit Frost Sword, and make persistent efforts." ”

The last one was the person who swore to get the drift ice outside the sky: "Vomit three liters of blood, where is the drift ice outside the sky?" ”

Luo Qingyin's gaze fell on Xue Feihua's handwriting, only to feel that the font was much colder than before, with silver hooks and iron paintings, iron bones, and it seemed to contain a sword aura.

These words contain the sword aura of the Frost Sword?

Raise your hand and shoot a cold blade that struck the font.

Sonor!

The sound of metal clashing sounded.

A shadow of the Ice Frost Sword appeared on the font, blocking the Endless Cold Blade.

The cold light and sword shadow are murderous.

Unexpectedly, it's comparable.

At that moment, Luo Qingyin had a feeling of pity in his heart.

Snow is not a flower, an ice spirit frost sword, but I don't know what kind of character it is?

The corners of his lips hooked up a touch of arc, and the fingertip cold blade **** landed on the ice wall, and after a burst of ice chips, there were two more words: "Endless Cold Blade!" ”

It is written with the power of a cold blade, the murderous wind will not disperse, the rain will not be extinguished, and it will be preserved forever.

If there are descendants who want to try their edge, just let the horse come!

Behind him, the corners of Zi Yunchen's lips unconsciously hooked up a touch of arc.

In a short period of time, she comprehended her own Endless Cold Blade.

This ability to comprehend is astounding.

However, in order not to make her proud, he decided not to praise her.

Zi Yunchen laughed and said loudly: "Little kitten, you don't actually have to compete with him on the ice wall. ”

Luo Qingyin raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned to look at him: "What do you say?" ”

"I've just learned the Ice Spirit Frost Sword." The corners of Zi Yunchen's lips raised a touch of lightness, "You can fight with me." ”

So fast?

Luo Qingyin's eyes showed a touch of shock.

Sure enough, are people more popular than people?

The wine fairy silently covered his face and did not speak.

It only took half an hour for one to learn the Snow Clan's famous stunt, the Ice Spirit Frost Sword.

It only took two days for one to comprehend the Endless Chill Blade on his own.

These two teachers and nephews are too wicked.

He's under a lot of pressure.

What is he doing at his age?

…… It's either drinking or hooking up with beauties everywhere.

The more he thought about it, the more unbearable he became, the wine fairy didn't even have any hope of leaving his name on the ice wall, patted the huge wine gourd under him, and complained: "If you don't agree with me, you will abuse me, and I will be hurt......"

Luo Qingyin glanced at Zi Yunchen helplessly, and took out the monkey wine from the ring and gave it to him: "Don't get hurt, drink and drink." ”

The wine fairy immediately smiled: "What a filial child." ”

Touching the wine bottle with him, the crystal clear glass bottle made a crisp sound, Luo Qingyin raised his head and drank the wine, and said proudly: "Don't stop until you reach the bottom of the abyss!" ”

As if to confirm her words, a strange cold surged up from the bottom of the abyss, and Luo Qingyin only felt that her internal organs were stiff, and she couldn't say anything at once.

Five thousand feet ago, the cold was like a knife.

Five thousand feet later, the air was a condensed icy blue.

Faintly, there is a feeling of the origin of ice, and it is beyond it.

The cold here is like nothingness, but the coldness seems to rise from the depths of the soul, as if something is guiding her in the dark, making her involuntarily throw herself down!

Luo Qingyin's body shook for a moment, and the voice of the snow ginseng doll suddenly came from his ears: "Sister! ”

She turned her head in a daze, and was quickly pulled by the wine fairy's eyes so that she didn't fall.

The wine fairy's other hand was still holding Zi Yunchen, whose face was pale.

The Brewmaster was equally uncomfortable.

Urging the wine gourd to rise back to the place five thousand feet ago like lightning, as soon as he turned his head, he saw the words left by Xue Feihua: "Below five thousand feet is like going to hell, return temporarily!" ”

Then there was the person who wanted to take the drift ice from the sky: "If you don't say it earlier, I will almost die!" Hurry back, hurry back. ”

However, Yu Xuanjun's words did not appear for a long time.

The wine fairy frowned slightly.

Did Yu Xuanjun go down or stop there?

There is no answer.

Soon, Zi Yunchen calmed down, took a deep breath, and held Luo Qingyin's hand.

Luo Qingyin hadn't yet woken up from the terrible pain like the tearing of his soul, and his hands as cold as frost trembled violently, as if he was trapped by a nightmare.

Mao Dun Literature