The dazzling sunlight shone down, the ice and snow began to melt, and bursts of cool air continued to rise, making the dazzling sunlight look quite pale.

The snow melted, and when combined with the blackened ruins, the ground looked dirty.

Occasionally, there was a terrible pale red blood gushing out, which was already lightened blood.

The fresh air, combined with the smell of earth and diesel, spreads in one fell swoop, and the smell is a little sour.

Such a strange smell, with bursts of coldness, stimulated Ye Fu's body, and Ye Fu's white fingers soaked in water trembled lightly in a drowsiness.

The speed at which the true qi in his body was running on his own had been reduced to the limit, and it was almost inaudible, but Ye Fu was supported by the extremely strong belief in living in his heart at such a moment when he was almost dying.

Long before losing consciousness, Ye Fu warned herself: "Ye Fu, you have to live, you must live!" You can't make your brother sad! ”

It was such a belief that at this moment, in a state of almost numbness and unconsciousness all over his body, Ye Fu stood up tremblingly.

Most of her hair had been burned by the fire, and the rest of it was now withered, with a few ice cubes hanging from it, glowing pale in the sun.

The hair was wet and sticking to the scalp, and the clothes all over the body were not in shape, clinging to the body, and the turbid water droplets kept dripping, and the upper part was also full of ice cubes.

The head was extremely dizzy, and the bright and pure light of the eyes had long been lost, and now, among these big eyes, only loneliness, indifference and resoluteness remained.

He took a difficult step, his feet were sour, he trembled, and he stumbled, and almost fell into the ditch again.

The long sword struggled to support the stumbling body, Ye Fu gritted her jade-like teeth, her eyes shot a cold and resolute light, and she struggled to leave the ditch.

The simple ditch is just a drainage channel, very shallow, if it weren't for this, Ye Fu would only be able to die at this moment.

Stumbling step by step, it was difficult to find the part where the pavilion was located, and at this moment, here, although the pavilion was there, most of it had been turned into ruins.

Ye Fu found a collapsed wooden pillar, sat down with difficulty, and then crossed his knees, not caring about his embarrassment and powerlessness at the moment, and began to cultivate hard.

The Li family has passed on the skills, "Biyang Sword Technique" and "Qiushui Sword Technique", Biyang Sword Technique, only male and female; The Qiushui Sword Technique, on the other hand, can be practiced by both men and women.

At this moment, what Ye Fu cultivated was the Qiushui Sword.

Qiushui sword, if the sword is Qiushui, it is more suitable for women's cultivation, although the cultivation to the fullest, it is always not as powerful as the cultivation of the sword duel, but the sword move is very smart, the trajectory is elegant, and, most importantly, it is light and gorgeous, which is very suitable for women's cultivation.

Ye Fu used to think like this, but now, when he cultivates again, he doesn't have the recklessness of cultivating if he wants to cultivate and not cultivating if he doesn't want to cultivate, as in the past, but he works hard to settle down, endures the severe pain all over his body, and almost destroys the delicate true qi with death.

Originally, his current body was already very weak, and Ye Fu's cultivation made his face even pale.

Cold sweat fell on his forehead one by one, and his face, which was as pale as paper, was full of absoluteness.

For this extreme pain, unconsciously, Ye Fu's body trembled, and he was constantly working hard to cultivate.

Not only to restore the body, but also to improve strength!

At this moment, Ye Fu felt that strength was really important!

The trembling body gradually calmed down, and Ye Fu slowly sensed that the bubbling true qi began to flow in a wide range of her body, and the feeling of heat and boredom in her body gradually disappeared, and the feeling of powerlessness gradually subsided, and a little bit of confidence began to gather.

In this way, after cultivating for nearly an hour, the meridians of his body were already unbearable, and the pain was like a scorching heat, and the true qi flowed through, as if a flame was burning through!

At this time, Ye Fu also knew that she had reached her limit, and if she continued to cultivate, she was afraid that it would have the opposite effect, so she stopped cultivating and stood up.

The clothes on his body and the messy hair on his head have long been dried by internal forces, and they have become even more torn.

But at this moment, Ye Fu just glanced at herself lightly, and stopped paying attention to these.

Ye Fu was only eleven years old, but at this moment, she already understood that that happy and carefree childhood had passed since last night's killing.

It doesn't matter if you go back to that home or not.

Brother, his purpose is to find his brother, and then, with him, work hard to live.

Ye Fu made a decision in her heart, and her slightly immature face was full of perseverance.

Lightly lifting the long sword, using force under his feet, Ye Fu's figure shot out almost instantly, the light power of the Qiushui Sword, Qiushui used it without a trace, and Ye Fu's body rushed towards the direction that Ye Fan left last night.

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After learning the news that Ye Fu might not die, Ye Fan squeezed the long sword tightly in his hand, and the long sword trembled again.

Cultivating the Dao of the Sword Soul, Ye Fan knew that although he was only at the peak of a third-rate master, because he knew the knife and understood the sword intent, therefore, to a certain extent, the control of the knife could already be compared to the control of the knife by a first-class master swordsman.

Ye Fan originally planned to cultivate himself into a flying knife, and cultivate his soul into a legendary sword soul, so he was very confident in controlling the knife.

It is this self-confidence, coupled with his deliberate speed of the knife, that as soon as his mind moves, the knife has a sense, the killing intent suddenly rises, and the blade trembles.

Knife intent is killing intent!

"Father-in-law, let's go back to Meditation Villa!" Ye Fan said indifferently, his eyes were deep and unfazed.

"Hmm...... Well, Fu'er, she should be fine, don't worry. Zhang Gui's voice was slightly heavy and vicissitudes.

After a brief conversation, the two were silent.

Ye Fan looked at the direction of Jingxin Villa, and immediately put a slight force under his feet, and his whole body rushed out at great speed.

Zhang Gui followed behind him easily, staring around vigilantly, the long sword in his hand pressed tightly, as if he would desperately defend Ye Fan as soon as there was a change.