The one-eyed general succeeded with one blow, but instead of pursuing him, he retreated.
He lowered his head and continued to breathe heavily, seeming to be enjoying this moment of silence.
After returning to Huan, I discovered that in addition to being blind in one eye, the general was also deaf.
He tentatively held out another sword.
Singing on the shore.
Only harassing on the periphery, not eager to succeed.
Sure enough, the general was even lame in one leg.
This is a general who is tired, tired, blind and lame, but he is still fighting, still fighting, and killing the enemy.
What can he do?
What would he do?
He could only hold on.
Each of them has a broad sword, forming a formation.
The general suddenly raised his head, his broad sword as long as a ship's hull, and suddenly pointed forward.
The person still on the shore almost slipped and fell into the water.
After returning to the world, the sword energy comes out again, the river flows, the cold moon does not exist, and there is an ambush from all sides.
Ten swords come out at the same time.
But this general is truly battle-hardened, so he sets up camp, beats, orders generals, lines up, marches, rushes, detours, fights, and breaks through, until he wins.
Hui Huan was shocked and retreated. He had fought so many times with others, but this technique had never been so perfectly handled and cracked by anyone.
The broad sword in the general's hand originally used a very domineering sword technique, but now it is not less domineering and a bit more desolate.
After many battles, this desolation made up for the lack of such dominance.
You can think about where this desolation comes from and why it arises. Although Hui Huan cannot empathize with it, he vaguely understands that every time he adds to the desolation, he may have won a battle.
He swung ten swords, which was ten fierce battles. When he returned home, he seemed to see a war in the sky, and his liver and marrow were in the wild.
Generals died in hundreds of battles, but I was the only one left alive.
Why don't I surrender or retreat? I still want to defend.
For the blood shed, for the life fought for.
After eight hundred years of guarding, the physical body is probably gone long ago, and now only this unyielding thought is left.
This is not a living person, this is a soul.
How can we continue to fight this?
In addition to being impatient, Hui Huan is also a bit sentimental.
So he put away the stick and took fifteen steps back, trying to think about what to do.
Do you want to abstain and go meet the flesh-eating and bone-eating military ghost fish on the fifth floor underground?
Or should we think about it again and fight this down-and-out general for another three hundred rounds?
Wait...does this Uth Colosseum have five underground floors?
Hui Huan's heart trembled. At this time, he heard countless boos from the stands as Hui Huan stopped attacking due to dissatisfaction.
"Till death do we part!" "Blood recommends blood!" "Till death do we part!"
There was simply excitement.
Hui Huan frowned and looked at the fallen general again.
As if he thought of something, Hui Huan smiled, as if talking to himself or deliberately telling others, and sighed: "I won't fight anymore. I'm tired and want to rest."
As soon as these words came out, the boos became louder, and rotten vegetables and rotten eggs began to be thrown down.
"Till death do we part!" "Blood recommends blood!" "Till death do we part!"
This word seems a little wrong.
But he heard the general suddenly roaring at him: "Baby, come and fight!"
No, isn't he deaf?
At this time, the girl in red with double buns who announced the curtain floated over like a ghost, blinked her innocent big eyes, and asked doubtfully: "Your Highness, why did you stop? Ten thousand pairs of eyes are watching. !”
"Alas...you don't know something..." Hui Huan's voice gradually became quieter, calling the girl to come closer: "Come here, I will tell you quietly."
The girl smiled shyly, twisted her body, and leaned closer.
"What... so amazing..."
The wooden stick in Hui Huan's hand was pointed at the girl's abdomen and stabbed out quickly.
The blow was successful, the wooden stick and sword energy instantly penetrated the girl's abdomen, and the huge force made her bounce up, almost flying.
"You..." The girl turned around in the air, Hui Huan suddenly felt that the world had suddenly turned upside down.
Then the girl's face changed, and everything around her also changed. The Colosseum, the defending generals, and the hundreds of thousands of enthusiastic spectators were all gone.
"I'm just telling you, the Us Colosseum is built on a lake. How come it has five underground floors?"
Hui Huan began to look at everything in front of him.
It was a room that was both empty and very full.
Empty means that the room is very empty. In the thousands of feet of space, there is only Huihuan, the assassinated girl, and a red object like a sky lantern.
The four walls, floor, and ceiling of this room are all covered with this kind of "sky lanterns". They are colorful, mostly red and white. They seem to be jars used for storage.
In addition, the size of the room was consistent with the appearance of the Eight Immortals Tower. Hui Huan was convinced that he was indeed still in the Eight Immortals Tower.
This is the "sixth floor" that he just entered from the missing corner.
"Hey, I finally found it." The girl in red with double buns stood up, rubbed her belly, took out the bloody stick, and threw it aside.
Then she carefully picked up the red "sky lantern" scattered outside and stuffed it back into the "group lanterns".
"When did you first discover it?" The girl stood on tiptoes and walked toward Hui Huan.
He moved his hands in the void, and every time he moved to a place, the "sky lantern" there would light up a little. After the "sky lantern" lit up, Huihuan saw vague shadows inside, including people, animals, and some They are broken and incomplete, and there are some that I don’t know what they are, but most of them are human figures.
As soon as the "sky lantern" was lit, those miserable sounds in the ears appeared again, but they were not as numerous and intense as before.
"Is this a 'soul pot'?" Hui Huan seemed to understand the tricks of the Eight Immortals Tower.
"I really want to put His Highness the Prince's powerful soul into it. I think about it so much." The girl in red smiled sweetly, and suddenly thought of something, she stopped and stamped her foot, "Oh, by the way, there is a His Highness the Prince here. An acquaintance, let me look for him..."
"Huh? Where did you put it?" The girl in red fluttered her hands and looked around.
The soul pot kept lighting up. Once it lit up, the figure in the pot and the soul in the pot seemed to be activated, struggling desperately. The shrill sound came from here.
It's just that the sound made by the soul pot in this room is far less shrill than what Hui Huan heard before.
"Ah! Found it." The girl in red exclaimed and retrieved a soul pot from a roof.
This soul pot emits pure white light, and there is a shadow in it, but it is not commotion and makes no sound.
When the girl in red saw this, she laughed playfully, opened her mouth, spit out a ball of fire, and wrapped the soul pot in it.
The shadow in the pot moved slightly, then fell silent again.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure."
Stir up the flames, let the temperature of the flames continue to rise, and burn repeatedly.
Even Hui Huan standing far away could feel the heat of the flames.
Then, he saw that the shadow finally couldn't bear it anymore. It seemed to be sitting at first, but now it stood up.
Hui Huan rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
This is a graceful woman, and she is also a figure that haunts the world.
"Mother...mother?" His voice became trembling, Hui Huan rushed forward and tried to kick away the fire-breathing girl.
This time the girl was alert and easily dodged.
The fire was finally gone.
Hui Huan picked up half of the stick and said in an ice-like tone: "Give me your name. I will not kill nameless people when I return to Huan."
