Mr. Jin stared blankly at the leaves and twigs he took out of the thin cotton coat.

At this moment, he understood everything.

"No wonder... no wonder you can make a fire in the ice and snow... no wonder you are the only one who can make a fire... no wonder you won't let me see..."

This battle-hardened and determined veteran cried like a child.

Everything has an answer!

In the ice and snow, he took out the cotton wool from his cotton-padded coat as a kindling!

Relying on the flames he raised, the soldiers survived the cold nights and finally survived!

And his own thin cotton-padded clothes became thinner and thinner, and became colder and colder.

This monster leader who is not afraid of the cold may also be afraid of the cold.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t stuff cold leaves or dead branches into my cotton-padded clothes, but those things can’t keep out the cold at all!

Maybe he had hesitated, but the young warriors were all counting on him. A ball of flame could save everyone's life!

Those young faces were looking at him!

Mr. Jin also understood that that night, the group leader found that the remaining food was not enough to support everyone back to Daxia, so he left everything he had.

They even kept the branches and leaves that had been stuffed into cotton-padded clothes and dried by body temperature, for fear that the soldiers would have no fire starter!

He might not have even gone far, but was hiding in a snow pit, chewing the ice and snow, and smiling at the anxious expressions of the soldiers looking for him but unable to find him.

He might even quietly follow the soldiers, walking together in the direction of Daxia in the ice and snow, without meeting the soldiers!

Just so as not to occupy the last rations, all the rations are left to the young soldiers!

"You, you are really a monster leader... not afraid of cold, not afraid of hunger, not afraid of death..." Jin Lao remembered the leader's boast, his voice trembled: "Wearing these shabby clothes, no dry food, swallowing ice and snow, you have crawled to the ground

here……"

"If you just eat a few more mouthfuls of dry food, maybe, maybe you can..."

Mr. Jin was crying so hard that he was almost speechless.

This monster leader, despite the ice, snow and hunger, managed to crawl to the country's gate!

What a terrifying body and what a terrifying will!

That will defeated the biting ice!

The endless ice and snow could not stop him from going home. Even if he died, he would die in Daxia; even if he crawled, he would crawl to the country's gate!

But, on the other hand...if he only eats two more mouthfuls of dry food, maybe he can go home alive!

But he left all the dry food to the soldiers, and even left the leaves and twigs that he had dried with his body temperature, letting the soldiers use them to make fires, and he stuffed the frozen leaves into his clothes again to resist

cold.

"You liar...you said you would come back alive." Mr. Jin shouted heartbreakingly.

"Sigh." Lin Fan sighed and did not comfort Mr. Jin. He knew that Mr. Jin also needed to vent his emotions.

Lin Fan walked aside and sat cross-legged.

Two swords appeared in his hands, one with blazing fire and the other with cold light!

Ten Fist Sword, Grass Pheasant Sword!

Lin Fan slowly exhaled, the Shura divine power surrounded him, and the Shura domain opened!

The sky seemed to turn into darkness, and the white ice and snow on the ground were rendered by Shura's divine power, becoming as sticky as a dark swamp.

The young man sat in the dark abyss, and four big characters slowly emerged.

"Pain Shura"!

This is Lin Fan's changed priesthood. It is still Shura, but it is no longer an ordinary Shura!

Shura who masters [Pain]!

At the same time, behind Lin Fan, the strange woman slowly appeared. She seemed to be aware of her master's thoughts. She licked her scarlet lips with her long tongue, and her white eyes became excited and expectant.

"Master, am I going to have a weapon again?"

Lin Fan looked down at the two swords and nodded slightly.

Ever since the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was shattered by the elemental treasure Ocean Crown, Lin Fan no longer had a Shura Sword.

It's not that Lin Fan doesn't have high-level artifacts.

Just because the Shura Sword must be an absolutely powerful artifact!

At least it cannot be weaker than the Qinglong Yanyue Sword!

Otherwise, once broken, the Shura God who is connected to the Shura Sword will suffer backlash. Although ordinary high-level artifacts are powerful, they are not indestructible to powerful gods.

At that time, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword broke, and Lin Fan was directly seriously injured. Fortunately, he recovered with the opportunity of being promoted to a high god.

"Grass Pheasant Sword, Ten Fists Sword..."

"In the mythology of Gaotian origin, it has an extraordinary status."

The number of powerful gods in the Takamagahara pantheon is rare, but each one is very powerful. Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo are the gods that support a pantheon.

The status of Kusanagi Sword and Ten Fist Sword among them is self-evident.

"It's just right to refine them into Shura Swords." Lin Fan said softly: "Just right, the high-ranking Shura God can have two Shura Swords..."

In fact, the most powerful weapons in Lin Fan's hands are not the Grass Pheasant Sword and the Ten Fist Sword.

But the first blade.

But that thing, Lin Fan could barely use it to its limit. He could only swing one sword at most in each battle, otherwise his body would be shattered by the backlash of [Killing].

As for refining the Shura Sword... it's just a dream.

That's Cain's Shura Sword!

With Cain's strength, he would not be able to forcibly refine it into his own Shura Sword unless he died. What's more, it contained the ancestor of ghosts and gods born in Cain's body.

If you don’t refine yourself with this first blade, then it’s not bad.

"Start!" Lin Fan suddenly grasped the two swords with both hands, making ten fists on the left and Cao Pheasant on the right!

Just a moment.

"Crash!"

Dark chains surround the sword, binding it!

The sticky Shura divine power surges and covers it!

"Crash!"

The chain shrank, as if it was about to merge into the sword.

Shura's divine power was like a pitch-black beast, frantically hitting the sword blade, trying to get into the sword body.

Lin Fan's spiritual thoughts were also forcibly poured into these two swords, trying to control these two swords.

As if feeling the restraint of Shura and the invasion of divine thoughts, the two swords shook suddenly!

"boom!"

The ten-fist sword suddenly rose in flames, and in an instant, it transformed into a figure and appeared in front of Lin Fan.

The Grass Pheasant Sword vibrated suddenly, and the sharp edge that split the space twisted, turning into a giant snake with eight heads spitting out messages and looking at Lin Fan with cold eyes.

This is Sword Spirit!

All powerful weapons have spirituality within them.

Because the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was used by the Martial Saint, and Lin Fan was approved by the Martial Saint at that time, he could directly refine it.

And these two swords are sacred weapons of Gao Tianyuan's divine system, and they don't want to be used by Lin Fan at all!

Under the invasion of Lin Fan's spiritual thoughts, the spirituality of these two swords also appeared in Lin Fan's eyes.

"Roar!!"

The giant python that spits out letters roared and lunged forward with overwhelming power!

"Even Susanoo was killed by me."

"You are a little snake that was killed by Susanoo, and you are screaming at me?!"

Lin Fan slowly raised his eyes, which were a pair of pure white eyes!

"Clatter!"

The Shura chains are wrapped around each other!

Behind Lin Fan, the ghost laughed ferociously, stretched out its sharp claws in an instant, and grabbed the snake into his hand like a plaything!

"Sword Spirit?"

"It's just food."
To be continued...