The mud-stained hands clutched at the soft mud walls, and the fingers were deeply buckled into it, and the cold, biting mud was embedded in the fingernails, which was painful, cold, and unbearable.

Fan Shi climbed a few meters, but the soft mud was easily picked off, and from time to time a large piece of soft mud would be pulled off the wall by his fingers digging into the dirt, or the mud under his feet would be trampled off, which made Fan Shi unable to climb out of the pit after several efforts.

Fortunately, the wall of this pit has a certain slope, and Fan Shi climbed up before evening after several efforts.

It was slightly dark, and the sun was starting to set to the west.

The clothes on his body were shabby, and he was covered with frosty wet mud, which would be cold even in the scorching sun, let alone at this moment.

Fan Shi looked around in confusion, but he didn't see any movement, in the ice and snow, there was a white sky and earth between the sky and the earth, as if he was the only one.

A feeling of loneliness and helplessness filled Fan Shi's heart.

In the ice and snow, the cold wind was biting, and the sword tied to Fan Shi's back was covered with a layer of frost, which was tightly adhered to the bare skin behind his back, and it looked extremely cold.

It's just that when he reached such a situation, Fan Shi didn't realize the cold on his back, he only knew that he was unconscious on his back, and now he was numb. Slowly, he found that his hands were also gradually losing sensation in the cold and piercing, and then his legs, which had been moving, and then even the whole person was unconscious.

Fan Shi fell, he fell into the snow, and smashed the snow out of a human-shaped pit, thanks to the fact that there was no snow, otherwise he would have been buried alive here.

A person lying upside down in the snow is difficult to spot from afar, but it is easy to be spotted by a falcon in the sky.

......

"Old man, are you alright?"

"He's not dead yet, take him away, go to a suitable place and set up camp first, and boil some hot water for him. ”

"Okay master, there's a pit over there, why don't you go over there and take a look?"

"Look at his footprints, didn't he come from that side? ”

"Where are you going?"

"Just go to the pit!"

"Uh......"

......

Recently, spring has begun, but the weather has not warmed up much, and light snow will fall from time to time.

Spring snow is the same as spring rain, and it doesn't rain continuously for a whole day, but it usually rains for a while before the day opens.

In a pit on the edge of a small rock cliff, the firewood was burning vigorously and crackling.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

A small mud basin contains half a basin of water, and the rocks on the cliff are constantly seeping out of the spring, condensing on the tip of the stone along a stone that protrudes slightly downward, and then dripping into the basin.

The droplets of water dripped a little high, and after the drops fell into the basin, some of the droplets still fell back into the basin, but some of the droplets splashed out of the basin and fell on the stone surface, and then instantly became frost.

It is very rare that the water in this basin will not freeze in such a cold, if it is in other places, the water droplets have become ice when they are in the air, how can they fall in the basin, and it is not the water droplets that fall in the basin, but the ice particles.

"This is a good sword. ”

The little doll was eating roast rabbit meat while looking at the sword in front of her.

The sword has no scabbard, and two days ago, it was glued to the frost of the rescued old man, and it was taken off by Kong Wei after dissolving the frost with warm water.

Kong Wei wiped the old man's body beside him, and now he is putting on a padded jacket for him, but the old man is tall, and Kong Wei's padded jacket is a little tight.

Kong Wei looked at the little doll and said, "Master, I have already notified the barracks, and someone will come to pick up this old man in two days." ”

"A sword is a good sword, and a man is also a nobleman, do you remember the first time we saw him lying in the snow? There is not much clothing on his body, only a few pieces of rags left, but he can survive in the ice and snow, if he is an ordinary person, he would have become a popsicle a long time ago. ”

The little doll glanced at the old man lying on the ground in an ill-fitting padded jacket, grasped the long sword in her little hand, and handed it to the flames of the fire.

After a little roasting of the sword, the sword became hot, and the little doll withdrew the sword.

Then the little doll took out a piece of wood from her side, and it was evident that the little doll was ready to carve the wood with her sword.

This wood has been carved into shape, but the blade has not yet been opened, it looks like a knife, the blade has about seventy points, the handle has about thirty points, the Xiangyun knife grid is carved very finely, the layers are very good-looking, the knife body has no carved lines, just like the common Tang knife among the people.

The little doll has not dared to use the bone knife to open the blade, because it is afraid that the bone knife is not enough to open the blade, the blade needs to be smooth, smooth and unified, and it is best to carve it at one time to avoid secondary carving.

Although the sword is not his own, and the owner of the sword has not yet woken up, it is indeed a little inappropriate to use his sword without authorization, but this is the opportunity, and if he misses it, it will be difficult to have it again.

The little hand grasping the hilt of the sword looked a little uncoordinated, like a little doll who had not yet walked and secretly crawled to play with the sword that the elders had placed aside.

It is difficult for anyone to imagine that a small hand that is not yet the size of a sword can swing a relatively heavy long sword so smoothly.

The little doll has no sword energy, nor does it have sword energy, but even when the vitality on her body is conveyed to the sword in her hand, the sword body trembles and is unwilling to obey.

Who is the little doll? I saw his other small hand casually slap the sword body, and the sword body trembled even more, and let out a crisp but low sword sound, as if the sword in his hand was whining aggrievedly.

The little doll felt uncomfortable that her palm was shocked by the sword, and said, "Give you face, don't make trouble for me!"

As soon as these words came out, the sword body immediately stabilized, and the little doll's vitality was finally covered on the sword body, and the little doll didn't bother to inject the vitality into the sword, it was enough to attach it to its outer layer.

I saw the little doll pick up the wooden knife, insert it upside down into the hard mud on the ground, hold the long sword in his hand, his wrist was slightly forced, the blade of the sword cut through the wood slightly, he lifted it up forcefully, and saw that one side of the blade had been completed.

It is indeed very simple to have a good tool, and then it is concocted in the same way, both sides of the blade are beveled, and I don't know if the little doll has good control or good carving skills, the bevel on both sides of the blade is almost the same, and it doesn't look different.

Although he had been carving this knife for a long time and had been forming it for a long time, when this knife really became a knife, he was very surprised in his heart.

The little doll casually threw away the long sword in her hand, just like a little doll who saw her beloved toy, and hurriedly grabbed the hilt of the wooden knife.

I saw a silver-white and a golden light light from the little doll's hand, and a pitch-black light like miscellaneous iron also lit up from the wooden knife, from then on, the two were in line with each other, you are me, I am you.

The little doll's little hand held a somewhat thick handle with a layer of fur wrapped on the handle, and the delicate touch coming from it made the little doll a little excited.

A dark golden sword qi came out from the blade, and it spread like an impact.

The flame was cut into two sections, and the upper part quickly turned into sparks and annihilated, and the tent was cut open, the wooden brackets inside were broken, and a trace was carved into the stone around it, and layers of frost continued to fall from the stone wall.

Thousands of miles away, there was a young man in tattered clothes suddenly raised his head, in a desperate situation, his heart beat wildly, a burst of inexplicable excitement surged into his heart, the long sword in his hand suddenly lit up with a dark golden light, looking at the demon general in front of him, regardless of his own body bruises, raised his sword.

On the body of the sword, the dark golden light gathers three colors again, one is brown and yellow, which is the sword qi of the Spirit Palace, the other is fiery red, which is the sword qi of the Xiao Palace, and the other is silver and white, which is the sword qi of the ink court.

In front of him, the demon general was holding a giant axe, and he was about to slash towards Qi Sichen who fell in the snow, and Qi Sichen's pupils trembled suddenly.

"Sword Kill!"

Kill them with a sword. The Sword Killing Sword Technique, one of the simplest sword techniques, is also one of the fastest to start, because it doesn't need to use the vitality to stimulate too much cave power, it just stabs forward.

The axe fell on the snow, and landed on the left side of Qi Sichen's head, just a few points away from Qi Sichen's head, but the not sharp axe blade was cut right on the left shoulder, and the wound was not deep, but it was very painful to be soaked in ice.

Su Yu looked at the dust and smoke blown away by the winter wind, and the rough breath in his mouth continued to turn into white smoke and blow away with the wind, and finally his body was still weak and he also fell into the snow.