Youth's Cultivation

"Do you want Feiyan to come here? This sword should be integrated into her efforts. Soothing with divine knowledge should play some role!" Wang Xiaohu asked.

Master Mo frowned, "her accomplishments are not damaged, but her physical strength is not enough. I'm afraid she can't bear the Yin cold force of the nine Yin cold spring!"

Wang Xiaohu also hesitated.

"It doesn't matter to me. I can. I'm shuilinggen. I can insist!" Ling Feiyan's imperial sword flew over.

"Well, you stand next to me. If there is danger, I will take action!" Master Mo nodded.

The three exhaled at the same time. The last moment came, and success or failure was in one fell swoop.

"Hoo!"

"Ready, here we go!"

Master Mo opened the ice soul jade box without their intervention. The Jiuyin spring water immediately got into the ice blue sword. For a moment, the cold hit. Even master Mo played an exciting spirit, not to mention Ling Feiyan, a woman who didn't refine her body, but she was a water spirit root after all. She was consistent with the attributes of the Jiuyin spring. After a short impact, she finally stabilized her feet, He hurriedly comforted some grumpy sword spirits with his own thoughts.

Wang Xiaohu spilled his blood skillfully, affecting bloody silk threads one by one. His fingers were painted in the sword in the void. He didn't have the slightest thought to pay attention to Ling Feiyan's situation.

However, master Mo imprisons the sword body with the power of space and props up the spiritual wall to protect Ling Feiyan!

"Click, click!"

The sword body vibrated violently, Wang Xiaohu looked more dignified, and the depiction speed was much slower. There was no way. Otherwise, if the depiction was wrong, all the previous efforts would be wasted. Although the spirit sword would not be abandoned, Ling Feiyan had no strength to control for a long time.

As time went by, as Wang Xiaohu's depiction came to an end, Ling Feiyan's appeasement seemed to play a role, and the shaking of the sword body was much weaker.

After three more breaths, it was over. Wang Xiaohu was a little relieved, but he looked meticulous. He must not make any mistakes at the last moment!

"Buzzing, buzzing!"

But it backfired. At the last moment, the sword body suddenly shook violently. It was obvious that the spirit of Jiuyin spring was not small. The accumulated strength was the last fight. The cold increased more than three times in an instant, and Wang Xiaohu was almost frozen!

"The spirit explodes a turn!"

"Spirit explosion two turns!"

"Spirit explosion three turns!"

。。。

Wang Xiaohu's momentum jumped three times in an instant, suppressed the cold, and his men were not in any disorder. Finally, he painted the last line!

"Hoo!"

Wang Xiaohu finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ling Feiyan at the same time, but at the moment, Ling Feiyan was in bad condition. When Wang Xiaohu finished the last stroke, the ice blue water sword also entered Ling Feiyan's body, but Ling Feiyan seemed to be affected by the final cold impact, his face was iron blue, and his body's breath was falling sharply.

Wang Xiaohu panicked and hurriedly rushed to see the situation!

"Wait, don't touch her. It doesn't seem to be a bad thing!" Master Mo's voice rang.

Wang Xiaohu was stunned. Isn't this a bad thing?

"She is the root of water spirit. Although the cold just hurt her body, it also completely poured the meaning of water into her body. If she can seize the opportunity, maybe she can understand the true meaning of water. This opportunity is not small, but if she can't resist the cold, the damage to her body is not small. Now it's a blessing or a curse. It depends on herself. Outsiders can't intervene!"