31, Kirin Double Sword Spirit

Under the cold air, Han Jing looked at the ice sword sluggishly and remained motionless. There was a layer of white frost on the surface of her body, and even her breath quickly froze into white frost.

Time, in this strange space, seems to have no meaning. At least Han Jing did not feel hungry and did not wake up. With the passage of time, the white frost became thicker and thicker, and she looked like a white cocoon.

Yang Feng has never come back, so he did not interrupt the white cocoon and continue to grow bigger.

"Hee, my sister hasn't found Binger yet!"

"Decline! It's really bad to have such a rookie owner!"

"Sister, come and find Binger!"

"I'm so stupid!"

After a while, the childish child's voice alternately said the opposite meaning. Han Jing turned into a pair of teenage twins in front of her. The clothes were the same in style and color, one was sweet and cute, and the other was arrogant and irritable.

The boy who claimed to be Binger tilted his head and smiled, which was particularly loved.

Another handsome face was distorted by anger, and his expression was contemptuous and cold. His unfettered black hair danced like a wild snake behind him. Not to mention being close, Han Jingguang looked at it, and his heart was suffocated by the violent killing machine all over his body.

Binger clapped her little hand and said, "My sister is not stupid. Look, isn't my sister here!"

The awkward child known as the soul said contemptuously, "At this speed, it is simply a difference from the former owner."

"Okay, Po'er, don't be so harsh. We have to be happy that we can finally go out." After humming coldly in her nose, Binger was a little like coaxing a child: "Don't you want to see the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and rainbow again? If you want, we should listen to our sister. Otherwise, she will be angry and won't take us out.

"Binger, you pig brain, isn't this for her to hold the handle!" The soul suddenly scolded.

The dull eyes suddenly appeared, and Han Jing smiled and said, "Hey, bad boy, do you think that if Binger doesn't say anything, your sister can't see your ghost thoughts?"

"That's right, soul, we recognize the Lord. The sword master will know what the sword spirit thinks. Don't forget that my sister is the sword master, the same as the former master. If she is unhappy, she can also lock us up here for 10,000 years. Binger seemed to think of something terrible, and her little face changed a little.

"This fool can't give us another 800 years if he wants to call us like his former master." The soul said conceitedly.

Uh, well, I was despised by the sword spirit! Han Jing is ashamed.

It's a dead duck with a hard mouth. She learned the tone of spirit. First, she hummed coldly, and then said, "This disobedient sword spirit wants my sister to use it. I'm not interested yet."

Bing'er quickly shouted, "Good sister, don't be angry. Po'er's mouth is a little bad. In fact, she is the most loyal to the sword master."

"Well, Binger, I hate this soul. It has nothing to do with you." With her eyes turning, Han Jing pretended to be understated and said, "Bing'er, I will take you out. In the future, just don't appear with this bad boy.

"No, we are together."

"Sister, Binger and Soul can't be separated."

Pyoer shouted in unison with Binger.

At this time, Han Jing suddenly thought strangely and asked, "Is Binger a beautiful girl?"

Even the sword spirit who recognizes the Lord, Binger and Soul can't adapt to Han Jing's thinking jump and ask in unison, "What is a beautiful girl?"

"Beauty is a beautiful girl, a beautiful little girl." Pointing to the tip of her nose, Han Jing added, "Just like my sister."

"How does my sister know that Binger is a female unicorn?" Binger covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly.

The soul looked at Binger, and her violent eyes softened.

She opened her mouth and looked at Binger and then at the soul. After a long time, Han Jing asked, "Is it from the Kirin clan? So is it?"

"Well, we are sealed into the sword together, so the ice soul sword is a rare double sword spirit." Binger's eyes were indifferent, but she couldn't see the sadness of being sealed.

The anger of the soul soared at this moment.

The mind was shocked by the anger from the communication room in the sword, and Han Jing's mind was shocked. I feel pity for Bing'er and the soul. Without thinking about it, she blurted out, "My sister will improve her cultivation in the future. I will definitely untie the seal and let you go. No, my sister will take you home."

The indifference in Binger's eyes turned into tears.

Although the soul laughs disdainfully, the violent anger subsided, and there was a faint sense of closeness.

After all, the transformed form of sword spirits represents the degree of their spiritual enlightenment. In the form of soul and ice, these two sword spirits are only equivalent to children in their teens, and their minds are quite simple. Sensing that Han Jing's words were sincere, it was indeed sincere. Not only was Binger moved, but she also sincerely accepted Han Jing.

Sucking her nose, Binger said, "Sister, don't bother. Our body has melted into dust and unsealed thousands of years ago, and we will completely disappear immediately."

Puffy added depressedly: "It's better to stay in the ice soul sword and be a sword spirit."

"There must be another way. When my sister finds a way to get you out of this sword world." Speaking of this, Han Jing screamed, as if she had encountered something terrible.

"What's wrong with my sister?" Bing'er asked worriedly.

Han Jing returned to a sluggish state, as if she had never heard of it.

Pier urged impatiently, "Why are you in a daze? Tell me quickly, what's the matter!"

"Where am I?" Han Jing asked in a daze.

At this time, Han Jing found that she was no longer in the palace just now, but in a crystal clear igloo.

There is no light, and I don't know where the light comes from. The room is bright, and the ice furniture is exquisite.

The ice and spirit seem to float on the ground.

"Nonsense, where else can it be!" Po'er was even more impatient and sincerely recognized Han Jing and did not add prefixes such as "stupid, stupid".

Compared with the soul, Bing'er is much more patient and explained carefully: "Sister, you are now ideologically entering the sword spirit space. When your strength improves in the future, the gods can freely enter and exit the ice soul sword."

After swallowing dryly, Han Jing stammered and asked, "Can the body come in too?"

nodded heavily, and Binger shook her head and said, "The ice soul sword is a very powerful sword. Sister needs to practice quickly. Come in early and play with us."

wanted to laugh, saying that Binger must be joking, but Han Jing pulled the corners of her mouth and couldn't pull out a smile, but seemed to cry. Is it an illusion? She thought.

"Come in here to practice, which is better than the outside world." After saying it coolly, he disappeared.

"Wait for me!" Binger shouted and disappeared, with only one more words, "Sister, come quickly."

"Hey, don't run away, sister still has something to ask!" Han Jing shouted, but there was no reply. She shouted unremittingly, "Is that Qingyu Mountain a mysterious weapon? How can you collect it?"

A voice came from afar, and Bing'er and Po'er spoke at the same time.

"That's the original owner's cave, called Qingxiaju. It can be collected."

"You are not strong enough. That's an artifact, not a mysterious weapon.

It's really uncomfortable to be despised by the sword spirit, even if it's such a cute sword spirit - at this time, Han Jing has classified the spirit as cute. Children have been locked up for so long, and it's normal to have a little temper!

Don't compete for the steamed bread. Han Jing decided to take over the mysterious treasure of Qingxiaju anyway.

Thinking about it, Han Jing also had to admit that she was not strong enough and decided to seize the time to practice.

Almost at the moment of conversion, Han Jing entered the state of practice. It seems that she can enter the best state of practice anytime and anywhere, which makes Binger and Soul secretly happy.

Han Jing's white cocoon-like body suddenly burst into awe-inspiring cold, and the white frost on her body suddenly cooled down and turned transparent, faintly light blue.

More and more cold air poured in from the outer hall. After a while, the cold air in the hall was frighteningly strong, gradually changing from white to translucent ice blue, and then slowly deepened.

Yang Feng appeared quietly at the door, with purple thunder shining on his body. What on earth is this girl going to do? She makes such a big noise. He looked at Han Jing fixedly with an incredible look on his face.

The whole room is frozen, and Han Jing is like a frozen fish, and she can't even blink.

The ice Xuanli in her body runs wildly along the third route of Bing Xuangong, and it is an autonomous cycle. This is the realm that many high-level monks dream of, but it is so easy for her to come naturally.

I feel that Bing Xuanli is growing rapidly. If it was a small ditch at the beginning of cultivation, it must be said that it is a river now. Han Jing was happy, but she was also worried that she was about to break through the third priority of Bing Xuangong.

Worried or not, when it's time for Bing Xuangong to break through the shackles, it's as easy as piercing a blister. With the freezing cold surging, Han Jing reached the fourth weight of Bing Xuangong and had been held on the ice soul sword handle in her hand. The pattern was clearer, and the word "ice soul" on it was clearer.

Bing Xuangong has reached the fourth, and the cold air pouring into the body is like a flood from the sluice gate. It seems that the riverbed suddenly enlarged, and the veins in Han Jing's body also expanded.

Other children of the Han family will only be happy when they encounter this situation, but Han Jing is not happy at all: Now that she has broken through, where can I find the fourth practice of Bing Xuangong?

"It's a breakthrough like this. The master of this girl is completely looking for a blow and abuse." Yang Feng muttered, a little depressed, but more appreciated.

Unimaginable, Han Jing cheered herself up: It's going to rain, and my mother wants to get married, so I risked to create a follow-up skill of Bing Xuangong!

Huh? Something is wrong. This girl doesn't look happy with constipation. Could it be that there is no follow-up practice? Yang Feng's heart moved and almost shouted.

Then, as if he had seen a ghost, Yang Feng shouted, "What does she want to do!"