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Binghun clenched the Ice Soul Sword with both hands, which is a precious sword compared to the Blood Soul Sword. He raised the sword, waved away layers of cold air, and cut through layers of ice. He wanted to make Huoyanshan become A world of ice and snow, freezing the flame mouth, freezing the billowing magma, and even freezing the figure about to fall into the abyss.

When the tragic cries sounded everywhere, when the several elders who formed the formation gave up their hands and retreated, they escaped from this frozen land of thousands of miles, leaving behind only the snow-white figure standing in the sky, and the man standing between the sky and the earth. Shadow of Fire.

Binghun looked down, his hand holding the sword was slowly frozen, leaving only a pair of eyes, blinking, turning, watching, he looked down at the frozen fiery red figure below, that A figure that brings you a different warm feeling.

Binghun said, "Huopo, get up, get up."

Huo Po blinked, he looked at the sky, he looked at the figure floating down.

At this moment, the pain in his heart was so painful that it pierced into the bone marrow, spreading to all limbs and bones, and impacting the heart veins of the whole body. He remembered that he wanted to stand up and look at the falling figure.

Binghun said, "I don't need your Firehunt, never have."

Huo Po's heart trembled, his whole body trembled, he wanted to ask why?

However, he couldn't open his mouth, and couldn't move.

Binghun was kneeling in the distance, he knelt on one knee, he held the Binghu sword with one hand, and pounded the ground with the other. In his sleeve, blood dripped down and condensed into red ice picks.

"Huo Po, you asked me why I didn't listen to you, then, have you ever listened to me once?"

"I told you not to bother me. Do you know that every time I see you resisting my ice and snow formation with ease, I feel that I am a failure and vulnerable. You will master it as soon as you learn it, and I have practiced it." After so many years and only entering the mid-term, you just don’t understand, you just don’t understand.”

Binghun looked down at the ice and snow on the ground. Some of the snow-white frost was melted, and some were quickly condensed. He relied on the Ice Soul Sword in his hand. Wanting to see the body lying on the ice and snow stand up, stand up, he said, "Huo Po, stand up."

Huo Po struggled, he wanted to turn his head, he wanted to ask, "What did you do? Huo Soul, what did you do? Why did this place become like this?"

Binghun couldn't hear the man's questioning, so he said, "Huopo, I'll give you everything back, your first fire soul; your second fire soul; your first glass of wine; your drop Blood; your breath...I will give it back to you."

He held his palm forcibly, he curled up his fingers, and when he looked at the person lying on the ground not far away, he raised his hand and dug towards his heart, if he couldn't force it out, then he dug it out, Give it all back to you!

Huo Po shook his head, he wanted to shout, he wanted to shout, what did he want to say?

However, he could not move, nor could he speak.

The Ice Soul Sword trembled, and the Blood Soul Sword trembled violently. The two swords seemed to sense the emotional fluctuations of their respective masters. They trembled violently, as if they could shake off the frozen ice layer.

Binghun took out the two fire souls in his heart, and he held the fire soul that was still blazing in the ice and snow in his right hand. It was more like that person's heart, which had been warmed and burned fiercely. Then one day, he said, Don't want it, give it up, stop entanglement, and then I feel unwilling.

Huo Po blinked, his fingers moved slightly, he was finally able to move, he struggled hard, he wanted to shout, "Ice Soul!"

However, Bing Hun's right hand was holding two burning and spinning fire souls on his palm, looking helpless and unclaimable. He lowered his head, he lowered his head, and he looked at the two fire souls in his palm, which were the size of night pearls. , that is the exclusive fire soul in that man.

Huo Po struggled, he wanted to shout, he wanted to move, but he couldn't.

A strand of blood flowed out from the corner of Binghun's mouth. With a movement of his throat, strands of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. The blood remained on his lips, and the blood stagnated at the corner of his mouth. He exhausted all his strength, and finally said, "Huohun, return to him, return to your master, let him stand up."

The two fireballs seemed to understand the words, they spun, twirled, fluttered, and jumped. After trying several times, they finally flew over quickly under the urging of the muttering formula, and flew directly to the place lying on the ice and snow. On the body of the person who was about to be covered with snow, and then smoothly submerged into that person's body.

Huo Po blinked, he felt heartache, his heart was aching, he called, Ice Soul, Ice Soul, Ice Soul...

He hurriedly got up, stood up in a panic, stumbled, and walked towards the ice sculpture not far away.

"Binghun, look at me, open your eyes and look at me, you can't do this, Binghun..."

He stroked the person frozen into ice, he kept calling the person with closed eyes, he wanted to lift his face, to see his expression.

"I was wrong, Binghun, I was wrong, I won't force you, can you look up at me?"

"I don't beg you anymore, I don't embarrass you anymore, I..."

Huo Soul carelessly touched the frozen person, he wanted to break the ice, he wanted to melt those ice layers, but it was useless, even Huo Soul couldn't melt, and he couldn't even touch his heart.

He knelt in front of an ice sculpture. He didn't know how many days and nights passed, until someone floated up. It was a woman in luxurious clothes. He heard her call, "Brother?"

Huo Po slowly turned his head, he saw a woman approaching lightly, the woman was graceful and graceful, she said, "It was you who killed my elder brother?"

She raised the icy sword, Huo Po faced the icy tip of the sword, and he looked at the cold blade.

He said, "I killed him."

The woman held the sword, the sword trembled frequently, Huo Po said, "I killed him, it was me, I killed him."

He kept repeating, he kept talking to himself, he said, "It was me, I killed him!"

When Yu Cup came, she saw her brother, he looked stupid, he kept mumbling something, he spoke very softly, she couldn't hear clearly, when she tried her best to comfort him and calm down for a while, She brought him home, and brought him back to the Fire Palace, which was empty and empty, like a barren hell.

She said, "Brother, you see our home has become like this, is this what you want to see?"

Yu Cup wanted to ask, "Are you still going to persist? Brother, are you going to give up, right? I heard that there are countless bad news on the battlefield, and there are countless casualties. There are still people dying, and there are still people going to the battlefield one after another."

Huo Po stared blankly at the intricate patterns all over the floor. On the marble bricks, there were intricate traces carved, which looked like patterns and cloud patterns.

Yuzhang said, "Brother, the Ice King still has an afterlife, if you want to find him, you have to cheer up."

After Huo Po heard these words, he finally had a slight reaction, yes, his ice soul still has an afterlife, and he can be reincarnated, his ice soul, and an afterlife, he will come back...

In an instant, his gloomy expression recovered a little, he was no longer stupefied, his eyes were shining, yes, he was going to find the reincarnated ice soul, he was going to find him, just like when we first met , In order to get closer to that person, every day, every day, he followed the other person's footsteps, followed his left and right, reluctant to leave half a step.

Yuzhang put on a robe for her elder brother, and she said, "Brother, do you think Bing Wang will remember you? It is rumored that a person who enters the way of reincarnation, after crossing the Naihe bridge and drinking Mengpo soup, he will soon die." Remembering nothing, he will forget the past, and he will be born again."

Yuzhang talked about some rumors to herself, and she said, "Reincarnation, that means to do it all over again, so he will forget it."

Huo Po looked down at the snow under his feet, the frost and snow all over the ground, the frozen streams and rivers, he couldn't see the figure standing in the ice and snow, he couldn't find the white and elegant figure.