The fresh river in memory, the red cuckoo in the mountains.

I have been there once, but the impression is too deep, Master He Rouyu is dressed in jasper, and she is particularly eye-catching when she stands in it.

"In the bitter cold land, there is also spring." Master said.

turned around, rode the wind with a sword, turned into a cuckoo in a thousand springs, and used a handsome sword.

I miss her so much, I miss Master so much.

Hui Huan carried a wooden stick and looked at the opponent in front of him.

The so-called "Xianchuan Butcher" and "Bone Knife", this Dan Li is really a freak.

The man was supposed to be tall and thin, but he was so hunched that he could only hold the ground with his hands, which were obviously longer than ordinary people, to prevent him from toppling.

His head was small, as if it had been hit by some kind of heavy blow, in an irregular depression, and it hung low, buried in its strangely large belly.

It may be that he has fought too many times in this gladiatorial arena, and a coarse cloth garment on his body has become greasy and hard, red is blood, black is mud, but he can't see the original color.

This is not so much a person, a "butcher", but rather a living corpse, an unknown arthropod monster.

"You...... Hello. But he was indeed a living man, and he even greeted him politely.

Hui Huan reciprocated with a shallow smile, and this laugh caused a commotion in the crowd, and the screams rose one after another.

Just because he laughs beautifully, Hui Huan Achebe is probably the most handsome gladiator in the Colosseum of all time.

How can this beauty and beast not be good-looking?

What about the life and death struggle between the beauty and the beast?

I'm afraid it's more than just making people's blood boil.

Needless to say, this is the charm of the Colosseum.

"Xianchuan Butcher" had already moved at this time, he rolled up, and somehow two sharp knives burst out from his palm, and the knives swept over like fallen leaves.

Only then did Hui Huan see his eyes buried deep in his chest, two points of ghostly light, just like the blood red of the cuckoo.

Hui Huan took a big step back, raising his sword to make an arc.

This trick is called "a goose in autumn".

The butcher missed, turned upside down, and threw two longer sharp knives out of his feet, slicing back at both legs.

Huihuan jumped, hit the ground with the stick, slammed it twice, and flicked the leg knife.

This is "wind and rain in the night".

The two moves have passed, and Huihuan knows that the person in front of him is not his opponent.

He then shouted, "Enough, admit defeat." ”

"Impossible!" The butcher was shocked and angry: "I can't kill you!" I've killed seventeen in a row, fifteen living people! ”

He lifted his head.

The blood-red eyes were like cuckoos, and the killing intent was full of intent.

So he suddenly became straight and no longer a hunchback.

Then, his body became a knife, a butcher's sharp, boning knife.

No wonder he is also called "the knife of the bones".

The butcher unleashed a series of attacks on Huihuan with incredible speed.

Cut. Cut. Scrape. Drill.

Finally he spun his whole body like a windmill.

No, a hurricane.

Hui Huan only felt that he saw countless knife lights, like a meat grinding machine, crushing towards his body.

"That's it."

Huihuan sighed lightly and simply closed his eyes.

The wooden stick in his hand was pointed upward, aimed at the tip of a knife, lightly slashed, and then pressed the ground.

This type is called ten thousand households pounding clothes.

That is, when you do the laundry, pick up a piece of clothing and slap the clothes on the washboard.

The meat grinder suddenly fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

The butcher was slaughtered and died.

"Welcome to the Colosseum of Us, the winner of the seven thousand three hundred and eighty-sixth!"

"Please remember his name, the third prince of Chebe, the world's most beautiful blonde sword cultivator, Huihuan Achebe!"

The music and applause sounded again, and it lasted for a long time, and it was like falling into a dream, driven by a red-clothed girl with a double hair, and took on the posture of a winner.

The girl in red was dressed openly, and almost everything that could be exposed was exposed, and when she saw that Hui Huan looked at herself a few more times, she whispered a little shyly: "Your Royal Highness, good swordsmanship." ”

Only then did Hui Huan realize that she was the one who had always reported the curtain, so he returned to the doorway under her guidance, and before he could catch his breath, he only heard the music outside again.

In the 7,386th game, the opponent was a bloody tengu.

In the 7,387th game, the opponents were a pair of deranged felons and a pair of pitiful and hateful twin siblings.

In the 7,388th game, the opponent was a degraded red immortal, who made a good hook and sickle, and in this battle, Hui Huan was slightly injured.

In the 7,388th game, the opponent abstained, and the red-clothed girl referee said that the abstaining person would be dragged into the fifth basement to feed the army ghost fish.

Seven thousand three hundred and eighty-nine games, it is not easy for Hui Huan to win, the opponent is a foreign Taoist who refines evil arts, refining an evil thing called "Sannuan", after this battle, the wooden stick in Hui Huan's hand is only half the original length.

In the 7,390th game, the wooden stick was shortened again, and a Luo Zhu Demon Boy who shot arrows used his bones as arrows, and almost hit the vital point of Huihuan several times.

……

In this way, he came to the 7,393rd game, which was the tenth game of Huihuan, and he finally got a little tired.

But his opponents seem to be more tired than him.

It was a down-and-out armored general, dressed in bronze armor and an ancient style, and the big one behind him was already riddled with holes, and he barely stood up with a broadsword, gasping for air.

It was as if he had just experienced a vicious battle, and there were thousands of people on the entire battlefield, and only one of them survived.

Huihuan was most moved, but it was still his face under the hood.

At first glance, it was a cracked face, either weather-beaten or simply cracked, like a piece of land that had been dry for three or five years, and the ground was cracked and rolled up, perhaps because of the desire for water, they were all rolled up like waves.

And the one eye he lost was like a deep hole in the land, dark and distant, and seemed to connect to the unknowable.

But it wasn't cracked, it was a scar, a scar left by a fight.

War, it turns out, can change a person's appearance.

"Seven thousand three hundred and ninety-one, let's welcome the challenger—the nameless undead general—the god of the ancient battlefield eight hundred years ago—"

The host continued to preach loudly, and before he finished speaking, Huihuan had already stabbed him with a sword.

This was the first time that Hui Huan had made the first move, because when he saw this general standing there, his heart was already in turmoil.

He felt that his opponent was not a man, not just an ancient general with a broadsword.

He felt that his opponent was an army, a battle.

The scarred one-eyed general sits in the midst of a million troops, quietly waiting for Huihuan's sword to keep approaching.

Call.

Call.

Call.

When it finally arrived at what he thought was the right fighter, he suddenly held his breath, then smiled and waved the giant broadsword in his hand.

Smack.

The wooden stick in Huihuan's hand was cut off again, and now only the length of the dagger remains.