The fresh river in memory, the red azaleas all over the mountains.
I had only been there once, but the impression was too deep. Master He Rouyu was dressed in jasper and stood out among them.
"There is spring even in a bitter cold place." Master said.
Turning around, he rode the wind with his sword, Qianchun turned into a cuckoo, and used a very handsome sword.
I miss her so much, I miss Master so much.
Huihuan held the wooden stick in hand and looked at the opponent in front of him.
The so-called "Butcher of Xianchuan" and "Bone-carving Knife", this Danhao is indeed a freak.
This man was supposed to be tall and thin, but he was stooped so much that he could only use his hands, which were obviously longer than ordinary people, to hold the ground to prevent him from falling over.
His head was very small, as if it had received some kind of heavy blow, and it was in an irregular sunken shape. His head was drooped and buried in his surprisingly large belly.
Perhaps because he had fought too many times in this arena, the coarse cloth on his body had become greasy and hardened. The red part was blood and the black part was mud, but the original color could not be seen.
Rather than saying that this is a person, a "butcher", it is better to say that this is a living corpse, an unknown arthropod monster.
"Hello... hello." But he was indeed a living person, and he greeted him politely.
Hui Huan responded with a faint smile. With this smile, the crowd was in a commotion and screams began one after another.
Just because he has a beautiful smile, Huihuan Achebe may be the most handsome gladiator in the history of the Colosseum.
How could this beauty and the beast not be beautiful?
What about the life-and-death struggle between beauty and beast?
I'm afraid it's more than just exciting.
There is no doubt that this is the charm of "Colosseum".
The "Butcher of Xianchuan" had already moved at this time. He rolled up his body, and for some reason two sharp knives shot out from his palms. The knives were like fallen leaves and they were swept over.
When I returned to Huan, I saw his eyes buried deep in his chest. The two dim lights were as red as the blood of a cuckoo.
Hui Huan took a big step back and raised his sword to draw an arc.
This move is called "Autumn Comes a Wild Goose".
The butcher missed with both knives, turned around, and swung two longer sharp knives from his feet, cutting off Hui Huan's legs.
Hui Huan jumped up, hit the ground with the wooden stick, banged twice, and flicked the leg knife away.
This is "a storm that comes at night".
After two moves, Hui Huan knew that the person in front of him was no match for him.
He then shouted: "That's enough, surrender."
"Impossible!" The butcher was shocked and angry: "There is no way I can't kill you! I have killed seventeen times in a row and killed fifteen living people!"
He raised his head.
His blood-red eyes bloomed like cuckoos, filled with murderous intent.
Then he suddenly became straight and no longer a hunchback.
Then, his body turned into a knife, an extremely sharp bone-picking knife used by butchers.
No wonder he is also called the "bone-carving knife".
The Butcher launched a series of attacks on Hui Huan at an incredible speed.
Cut. cut. shave. Drill.
Finally, he rotated his entire body like a windmill.
No, a hurricane.
Hui Huan only felt like he saw countless daggers, like a meat grinding machine, crushing him.
"That's all."
Hui Huan sighed softly and simply closed his eyes.
The wooden stick in his hand was pointed upward, pointed at the tip of the knife, lifted it gently, and then pressed it hard against the ground.
This style is called Wanhu Daoyi.
That is, when doing laundry, pick up a piece of clothing and pat it on the washboard.
The meat grinder suddenly fell to the ground and fell into pieces.
The butcher was eventually slaughtered and his body was left intact.
"Welcome to the Uth Colosseum to welcome the winner of the 7386th game!"
"Please remember his name, the third prince of Qibei - the most gorgeous blond swordsman in the world - Huihuan Aqibei!"
The music and applause sounded again, lasting for a long time, and Hui Huan was like falling into a dream, being led by a girl in red with double buns, and made a winner's posture.
The girl in red was wearing open clothes, revealing almost everything she could. Jian Huihuan looked at her a few more times and whispered shyly: "Your Highness, your sword skills are good."
Only then did Hui Huan realize that she was the one who announced the curtain all along, so he returned to the doorway under her guidance. Before he could take a breath, he heard the music starting again outside.
In the 7386th game, the opponent was a Blood Haotian Dog.
In the 7387th game, the opponents were a pair of mentally disturbed felons, a pair of pitiful and hateful twin brothers and sisters.
In the 7388th battle, his opponent was a demoted Red Immortal who was good at hook and sickle. In this battle, Hui Huan was slightly injured.
In the 7388th game, the opponent abstained. The girl in red referee said that those who abstained would be dragged to the fifth floor underground to be fed to the army's ghost fish.
In the 7389th game, Hui Huan also had a hard time winning. His opponent was a heretic who practiced evil arts, and he had refined an evil thing called "Three Warmths". After this battle, Hui Huan's hand was The stick was only half its original length.
In the 7390th scene, the wooden stick was shortened again. A Luo Zhu demon boy who was shooting arrows used his own bones as arrows and almost hit Hui Huan's vitals several times.
…
In this way, when he reached the 7393rd game, which was the tenth game after his return to the world, he finally felt a little tired.
But his opponent seemed more tired than he was.
He was a down-and-out armored general, wearing bronze armor of an ancient style, and the cloak behind him was riddled with holes. He could barely stand still with a broad sword, breathing heavily.
It was as if he had just experienced a fierce battle. There were thousands of people on the battlefield, but he was the only one who survived.
The most touching thing about Huan Huan's return was his hunched face.
At first glance, it looked like a cracked face, either weather-beaten or simply cracked, like a piece of land that had been dry for three to five years. The land was so dry that it cracked and rolled up. Perhaps because they were too eager for water, they actually All rolled up into waves.
And his blind eye was like a deep hole in this land, dark and far-reaching, and seemed to be connected to an unknown place.
But those are not dry cracks, but scars. Those thin and broken lines are scars left after fighting and injuries.
It turns out that war can change a person's appearance.
"Game 7391, let us welcome the challenger - the nameless immortal general - the god of the ancient battlefield eight hundred years ago -"
The host continued to preach loudly, but before he finished speaking, Hui Huan stabbed him with a sword.
This was the first time Hui Huan took action first, because when he saw the general standing there, he was already upset.
He felt that his opponent was not a person, not just an ancient general holding a broad sword.
He felt that his opponent was an army, a battle.
The one-eyed general with a scarred face is sitting among millions of soldiers, quietly waiting for the returning sword to approach.
call.
call.
call.
Finally, when he arrived at a fighter plane that he felt was suitable, he suddenly held his breath, then showed a smile, and waved the giant broadsword in his hand.
Snap.
The wooden stick in Hui Huan's hand was cut off again, and now only the length of the dagger remained.
