Hua Jitian grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand and couldn't help but shudder.

Cold.

Bone-chilling cold.

The hilt of the sword was cold to the bone, passing from his arm to his body, making Hua Jitian tremble.

It was too cold, colder than ice, Hua Jitian wanted to spread the hilt of the sword, but he couldn't open his hand, the hilt of the sword seemed to have a layer of glue, sticking to his hand tightly.

Hua Jitian felt colder and colder, and what he exhaled was white gas that only appeared in winter. In the end, his body seemed to be frozen, let alone moving, and he couldn't even tremble.

After a while, there was a layer of hoarfrost on his eyebrows, and after a while, hoarfrost appeared on his hair.

I'm about to turn into a popsicle in no time.

Hua Jitian secretly complained in his heart, if he continued like this, he would be frozen to death.

Call Huo Jiajia to help? Because he was speechless.

It is even more impossible to expect Huo Jiajia to want to sleep with him, come to his arms and give him a hug, and then find him trapped, and then save him.

Even if Huo Jiajia really wants to sleep in Huajitian, it is not too late now, she must still be doing a mental struggle, and when she makes up her mind and comes to Huajitianwu, it is estimated that it will be the second half of the night.

At that time, Hua Jitian froze to death at least twice.

In short, Huo Jiajia can't count on it.

Hua Jitian can only save himself.

There were still about three minutes left for the effect of the clairvoyant eye, and he didn't care about saving, so he frantically turned on the clairvoyant mode and stared at the big sword, hoping that this broken big sword could use that mysterious light to fight back against him, maybe he could get out of trouble.

But the big sword didn't react, let Hua Jitian see it from the head to the toe, from the top of the sword body to the tail of the hilt, it didn't react.

In two minutes, Hua Jitian looked at the big sword back and forth more than a dozen times with his clairvoyant eyes, but there was no obvious effect.

Hua Jitian stopped this futile effort.

Hua Jitian felt colder and colder, so cold that it was difficult for blood to flow, and his heartbeat was getting slower and slower, like a frog sleeping in winter.

Hua Jitian couldn't think about it and began to despair.

Your grandmother's just got this awesome and coaxing mending system, and she hasn't been mad yet, that is, she stepped on Qin Yong and beat up Silly Bin.

It's going to die, it's not scientific.

Because of the slow blood flow, the oxygen supply to the brain is insufficient, and Hua Jitian begins to be unconscious, in a semi-comatose state, sometimes awake, sometimes confused.

At this moment, the first-level subsystem of the Heaven Replenishing System, the Martial Dao, was automatically turned on, and Hua Jitian felt that there was a hot breath in his body that was born on the top of the parfai, wandering around his body, his heartbeat began to return to normal again, and his body was no longer stiff.

He struggled to control his body, and the little finger of his left hand moved slightly, then the second finger, the third, the fourth, the thumb, all began to be able to control.

Gradually, the entire left arm will begin to move.

He raised his left arm and rested lightly on the long hilt of the broadsword.

Now, he holds the hilt of the sword in both hands.

That warm breath flowed rapidly in the limbs, not only making Hua Jitian feel warm, but also giving Hua Jitian strength. However, this is still not enough to get Hua Jitian out of trouble, Hua Jitian didn't think much about it, opened the interface of the mending system in his mind, clicked on the martial arts system, and upgraded.

Bite.

"Martial Arts has been upgraded to Level 2, and there are 146 experience points remaining. ”

After the martial arts were promoted to the second level, Hua Jitian felt that the warm qi suddenly became stronger, and his body returned to normal, and he was even more powerful.

Hey.

Hua Jitian snorted softly, lucky.

The great sword rose in response and left the dark grid.

It's so heavy.

In addition to being cold, Hua Jitian's second feeling about the big sword is that it is really heavy.

The black big sword, I don't know what material it is made of, not gold or jade, not stone or iron, all in all, this material has never been seen before.

When the martial arts system was at the first level, Hua Jitian's strength was already far superior to ordinary people, and he had just been promoted to the second level, so he should be even more powerful, but it was still very difficult to hold this big sword in both hands.

Hua Jitian couldn't support it, so he had to stand on the ground with his big sword, still holding the hilt with both hands.

At this time, the cold feeling of the big sword faded, and Hua Jitian began to feel a burst of warmth coming from the hilt of the sword, and then the warmth turned into heat, scorching heat.

Soon, Hua Jitian felt that his hands were about to be roasted by the heat of the big sword.

This kind of heat should make your hands as if you were on a skewer on the grill.

But no, Hua Jitian found that his hands looked the same as usual.

Is it a hallucination?

It shouldn't be an illusion, because Fang Cai's breathing is indeed cold, and even his eyebrows and hair are frosted, and now Hua Jitian can feel that the hair on his forehead is still wet, which is the water turned into frost by Fang Cai.

The heat of his hands spread to his arms, and then to his whole body, and the temperature on his body became higher and higher, and the frost on his hair quickly evaporated.

He didn't sweat like rain, because the temperature was too high, and the sweat was evaporated before it could flow out of his pores.

Hua Jitian's face became more and more red, his scalp, neck, and whole body were all the same, as if he could drip blood at any time.

It was only a few minutes before and after, but it was two heavens of ice and fire.

Whether it's ice or fire, it's unbearable.

He was so depressed that he managed to escape from the glacier, and before he could rejoice, he jumped into the fire pit again.

The second-level martial arts flowed wildly, but it couldn't offset the heat from the big sword, and Hua Jitian's hands still held the hilt of the sword, unable to get rid of it.

His current posture was a little strange, like an old man with a cane in both hands, but the crutches were a little short, so he had to bend down, put his hands down in front of him, and hold on to the crutches.

The second-level martial arts are useless, and it is useless to open the perspective eye in the sky.

He used a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and even the cooking system was turned on, and the practice of thousands of dishes flowed in his heart, and he even created a dish to cook pork knuckles.

However, there is still no use for eggs.

The hilt of the sword remained firmly attached to his hands.

Hua Jitian felt that his hands had become the dish he had just created, cooking pork knuckles.

His blood seemed to boil, and his breathing grew heavier and heavier.

Although there was no change in his appearance, Hua Jitian felt like a balloon that was inflating, slowly inflating, and if he didn't inflate, the balloon would eventually be unbearable.

It seems that it is still expanding, and Hua Jitian can't bear it anymore.

Boom.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard from upstairs.

Hua Jitian trembled in his heart, Nima, he was scared to death, and he thought he had really exploded.

Although there was no explosion, Hua Ji was innocent and couldn't hold on, just now he froze into a dog, he wanted a pot of coals, and now, he felt that if he threw him to Antarctica, he could also jump alive, give him an iceberg, and he could melt it.

Hua Jitian has reached the limit and cannot bear it.

At this moment, there was a change in his heart.

Hua Jitian didn't know why he could see his heart, but he did.

Above his heart, a drop of blood swirled. Neutrality, peace, magnificence, and even simplicity and heaviness are not enough to depict this drop of blood.

Strangely, when it comes to blood, people often think of words like "glamorous" or "charming". But this drop of blood does not feel this way at all.

Hua Jitian believes that the closest word is simple and heavy, and there is inheritance.

This drop of blood spun faster and faster, and suddenly scattered and flew in all directions, turning into stars and dots, and melting into the limbs and bones of Hua Jitian.

Hua Jitian didn't have time to be surprised, only felt a trace of coolness all over his body.

The great sword also seemed to be affected by this drop of blood, and suddenly withdrew the heat that made Hua Jitian feel painful.

Hua Jitian suddenly found that his hands could already move, so he hurriedly let go of the big sword. He then took a few steps backwards and sat on the edge of the bed, sweating like rain, as if he had collapsed.

He looked at the black greatsword again.

The big sword didn't fall, but stood on the floor, and from the direction of Hua Jitian, it seemed to be inserted on the floor.

It seems that because of that drop of blood, Hua Jitian recovered a few pieces, and after a while, he was alive and well, and even felt better, with infinite strength in his body.

Hua Jitian got up and came to the big sword again.

Instead of being reckless, he stretched out a finger and tapped the hilt of his sword lightly.

Nima, can you suck my palm, can you suck me a finger?

There was a hard touch to the fingers, and there was no other sensation, neither cold like ice, nor hot like fire.

Hua Jitian thought for a moment, and then tried to hold the big sword again.

The hilt of the sword is comfortable to hold and seems to have been tailor-made for Hua Jiten.

With a single hand, he sneered at the big sword, slid on the floor, and then rose off the ground with the movement of Hua Jitian's arm.

Huh, the greatsword seems to have become lighter.

Soon Hua Jitian knew that it was not the big sword that became lighter, but that his strength had improved again.

The martial arts were promoted to the second level, and there was that mysterious drop of blood, which made his physical fitness improve by leaps and bounds.

The big sword is almost more than three hundred catties, and Hua Jitian can lift it with one hand, although it feels a little heavy and can't be used easily, but after all, it can be lifted, and it can even dance a few times.

If it is recycled, how much experience can the Heaven Replenishment System give?

Hua Jitian suddenly became interested in this question, so he turned on the recycling system.

Bite.

"This item can be exchanged for experience points...... Hmm, it's a pity to exchange experience points for this item, so it can't be exchanged. ”

Hua Jitian was dumbfounded, Nima, the Heaven Replenishing System actually could think? This is the first time that there has been an anthropomorphic performance, and it used to be a cold notice. I don't know if the main quest of death is negotiable.

It seems that this big sword is very extraordinary, although it is a remnant, it is also very valuable, otherwise, how could the always cold heaven-mending system suddenly go down and have a humanized performance.

Hua Jitian picked up the big sword and observed it up close.

On the other side of the sword body there is a large letter, 'Chop'. Because Hua Jitian's perspective eyes couldn't see through this big sword, Hua Jitian never saw this word.

This character is not engraved on the body of the sword, Hua Jitian touched the word 'chop' with his hand, and it was flush with other places, with neither bulges nor depressions, but the color was slightly lighter than the surrounding area.

The blade is thick, more than two fingers thick, but the blade is extremely sharp. Hua Jitian let the blade face up, pulled one of his hair, placed it on top of the blade, and let go.