Ever since it saw Ye Fan, the Departing Fire Sword seemed to have recognized Ye Fan as its master.
Ye Fan also felt that the Departing Fire Sword had acknowledged him. Back when he fought with Incheon Daxiong for the first time, the Departing Fire Sword's performance had greatly surprised him.
The sword's performance in Hattori Qianxiong's hands was completely different from his!
After hearing Ye Fan's words, the Departing Fire Sword hovered in the air and continued to release heat.
Compared to the cold and calm Frost Dragon Sword, the Departing Fire Sword's temper was more explosive.
When it saw that its master was being attacked by the cold, it immediately protected him and refused to listen to Ye Fan's advice.
"If you recognize me as your master, then listen to me." Ye Fan frowned and said to the Departing Fire Sword, "Come down."
Buzz … The Departing Fire Sword hummed and withdrew the red halo.
Clang! Just like the Snake Shadow Sword, the unsheathed Departing Fire Sword stabbed into a rock on the other side of Ye Fan!
The two Divine Weapons loyally protected their master, one on the left and one on the right, one cold and one hot, one yin and one yang!
Ye Fan closed his eyes again.
The cold air made a comeback once again.
Ye Fan knelt for two hours.
At this time, the heavens seemed to be testing Ye Fan. It was almost the beginning of summer, but it was snowing heavily.
The snowflakes, blown by the wind, mercilessly whipped Ye Fan's thin, naked body.
Ye Fan quietly knelt in the snow, like a stone statue.
His consciousness was already in a semi-conscious state.
At this time, he knelt in the snow with a pale face and numb body. He could not feel anything. If he did not bite the tip of his tongue to maintain consciousness, he might have already fainted.
The thick snow had already covered him from the waist down.
The biting cold wind blew his snow-like silver hair and made it dance in the air.
Inside the wooden hut, Ye Ming sat on a praying mat with his eyes slightly closed and his brows slightly furrowed.
He opened his eyes, got up from his seat, and walked to the wooden door.
Creak! The wooden door opened automatically.
Ye Ming, who was standing at the entrance with his hands behind his back, looked at the half-naked Ye Fan in the wind and snow, as well as the two Divine Weapons that were stabbed into the limestone on either side of him. His frown deepened.
After a long time, Ye Ming returned to the wooden hut and sat down on the futon again.
"Why didn't you help him?" Inside the wooden hut, a voice identical to Ye Ming's came from the longsword hanging on the wall.
This saber was four feet long, straight, wedge-shaped, and simple in design. Red light swirled around it.
The scabbard had two sides. One side was carved with a lifelike auspicious beast known for its benevolence and righteousness, the Qilin. Its body was surrounded by flowing clouds and flames, while the other side was carved with a ferocious beast Yazi that would seek revenge for any enmity. Its murderous aura was on the verge of bursting out!
Two eyes were carved on both sides of the hilt. One of the eyes was benevolent and kind, shining with golden light, like a true Buddha or Bodhisattva. The other side was the complete opposite. The eyes were blood-red, with blood vessels entwined around them. The gaze was sinister and filled with burning resentment, like a demon from hell!
Two great spirit beasts, one benevolent and the other ferocious, with one eye golden and the other red.
This saber was the peerless divine weapon that Ye Ming had extracted from his own demonic nature and sealed it within. It was the demonic saber, Blood Saber, that had severed Kuju Junichiro's blood chrysanthemum!
"He's a member of the Ye Family. I won't help him," Ye Ming said calmly.
Although Ye Ming said that, his brows were still tightly knitted.
"Then you're just going to watch him freeze to death?" The voice from the demonic saber sounded again, its tone calm.
"How can someone that the Underworld doesn't accept die?" Ye Ming said as he slowly closed his eyes.
"Actually, you want to help him. You just lack a reason, right?" The demonic saber exposed Ye Ming's worries.
On the futon, Ye Ming opened his eyes and glanced at the demonic saber hanging on the wall.
"You want to help him, but you don't want to go against your oath," the demonic saber continued.
"Believe it or not, I'll break you if you talk any more nonsense," Ye Ming said coldly.
The demonic saber hanging on the wall didn't speak and didn't move.
Ye Ming closed his eyes again and thought hard.
The demonic saber wasn't wrong. He needed a reason, a reason that didn't contradict his oath.
Buzz … Just as he was deep in thought, a crisp bell rang from outside the wooden house.
This ringtone gave Ye Ming, who had been racking his brains, a flash of inspiration!
He opened his eyes, got up from his seat again, and went directly to the door of the wooden house.
Outside the wooden house, the snow piled up to Ye Fan's chest.
In the wind and snow, his body was frozen stiff with his eyes closed, and his breathing was weak.
If it weren't for the spiritual energy in his energy reserve and the support of his two inner cores, he would have died long ago.
Now, his consciousness was on the verge of dissipating. He was in a daze, as if he was in a dream.
In the beginning, he could still bite the tip of his tongue to stay awake, but later on, his body was frozen stiff, and the tip of his tongue was bleeding. He didn't even realize it. In the end, even his teeth were completely numb from the cold, and he couldn't move at all!
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