The one-eyed general succeeded in the blow, and instead of pursuing, he retreated.

Hanging his head, he continued to gasp for air, as if enjoying the moment of silence.

Only then did he realize that except for being blind in one eye, the general was still deaf.

He tentatively handed out another sword.

Singing on the shore.

Only harassment on the periphery, and is not in a hurry to succeed.

Sure enough, the general was lame even with a leg.

This is a tired, tired, blind and lame general, but he is still fighting, still fighting, and still killing the enemy.

What can he do?

What will he do?

He could only hold on.

He has a broadsword and a sword, which is a array.

The general looked up suddenly, his broadsword like a ship's saber, and suddenly pointed forward.

The man who was still on the shore almost slipped his feet and was about to fall into the water.

Huihuan is determined, the sword qi comes out again, the river is there, the cold moon is not, and there is an ambush on all sides.

Ten swords come out together.

But this general is a real battle-hardened battle, so he ranks up, blows, points generals, lines up, marches, charges, roundabouts, small fights, breakouts, until victory.

Huihuan was shocked, and he retreated, and he fought with people so many times, and this style has never been dealt with and cracked so perfectly.

The broadsword in the general's hand was originally a very domineering swordsmanship, but now this domineering is unabated, and it is a little more desolate.

After a battle, this desolation has made up for the lack of this domineering.

Think about where this desolation came from and why it was born, although Hui Huan can't empathize, he vaguely understands that every bit of desolation may be a battle.

He swung ten swords, which was ten fierce battles, and Huihuan seemed to see the beacon fire in the sky, and the liver marrow flowed into the wilderness.

The general died in a hundred battles, and I was alone.

Why don't I descend or retreat, I still have to keep it.

For the blood that flowed out, for the life that was fought out.

After guarding it for 800 years, I am afraid that the physical body is long gone, and now only this unyielding thought remains.

This is not a living person, this is a soul.

How can this be fought?

Huihuan is a person, in addition to being impatient, but also a little sentimental.

He then took the stick and took fifteen steps back, trying to think about what to do.

Do you want to abstain from meeting the flesh-eating military ghost fish on the fifth underground floor for a while?

Or ponder and ponder again, and then fight this down-and-out general for 300 rounds?

Wait a minute...... Does this Colosseum have five underground floors?

Hui Huan's heart sank, and at this time, he heard countless boos from the stands because he was dissatisfied with Hui Huan's attack.

"Till death rest!" "Blood for blood!" "Till death rest!"

It's just exciting.

Hui Huan frowned, and then looked at the down-and-out general.

As if thinking of something, Huihuan smiled, as if talking to himself, and as if he was deliberately saying it to others, and sighed: "Don't fight." I'm tired and want to rest. ”

As soon as these words came out, the boos became louder, and the rotten vegetables and rotten eggs began to be thrown down.

"Till death rest!" "Blood for blood!" "Till death rest!"

It all seems a little wrong.

But he heard the general suddenly roar at him: "Doll, come to war!" ”

No, isn't he deaf?

At this time, the red-clothed newspaper girl with a double bun floated over like a ghost, blinked her innocent big eyes, and wondered: "Your Royal Highness, why did you stop?" 10,000 pairs of eyes are watching! ”

"Alas...... You don't know......" Huihuan's voice became quieter, beckoning the girl to come closer: "Come here, I'll tell you quietly." ”

The girl smiled shyly, twisted her body, and stuck to it.

"What...... Such a god......

The wooden stick in Huihuan's hand stabbed out against the girl's abdomen.

With one blow, the wooden stick and sword qi instantly pierced the girl's abdomen, and the huge force made her bounce up, almost flying.

"You ......" The girl turned around in the air, and suddenly felt that the world was suddenly turned upside down.

Then the girl's face changed, and everything around her changed, the Colosseum, the guarded general, and the 100,000 enthusiastic spectators, all of them were gone.

"I'll just say, the Colosseum, built on the lake, where did it come from?"

Huihuan began to look at everything in front of him.

It was an empty and full room.

Empty, it was a very empty room, thousands of feet of space, only Huihuan, the assassinated girl, and a red object like a sky lantern.

Full, the four walls, floor, and ceiling of this room are all covered with this kind of "sky lantern", colorful, mostly red and white, and it seems that this is a jar used for storage.

In addition, the size of the room is in line with the appearance of the Eight Immortals Building, and Hui Huan is sure that he is indeed still in the Eight Immortals Building.

This is the "sixth layer" that he entered through the missing corner.

"Yo, I still found out." The red-clothed girl stood up, rubbed her belly, pulled out the bloody stick, and threw it aside.

Then she carefully picked up the red "sky lanterns" scattered outside, and stuffed them back into the "group lights".

"When did you first find out?" The girl stood on tiptoe and walked towards Huihuan.

Hands in the void stroked, each stroke to a place, the "sky lantern" in that place will light up some, after the "sky lantern" is lit, Hui Huan saw that there are vague shadows inside, some people have beasts, some are broken, some do not know what they are, but most of them are human figures.

As soon as the "sky lantern" was lit, the miserable sounds in my ears reappeared, but they were not as numerous and intense as before.

"This is the 'Soul Pot'?" Hui Huan seems to understand a little bit that the cats of the Eight Immortal Towers are tired.

"I really want to put the powerful soul of His Royal Highness the prince into it, I really want to think about it." The girl in red smiled very sweetly, and suddenly seemed to think of something, stopped and stomped her foot, "Oh, by the way, there is an acquaintance of His Royal Highness the Prince here, let me look for ......"

"Huh? Where did you put it? The girl in red flew with her hands and searched everywhere.

The soul pot kept lighting up, and as soon as it lit up, the figure in the pot, the soul in the pot struggled desperately as if it was activated, and the poignant voice came from here.

It's just that the soul pot in this room, the sound and the sound are far less poignant than what Huihuan heard in his ears before.

"Yikes! Got it. The girl in red screamed and retrieved a soul pot from a rooftop.

This soul pot shone with a white light, and there was a shadow in it, but it was not in a commotion, and no sound came out.

Seeing this, the girl in red laughed, opened her mouth, spit out a ball of fire, and wrapped the soul pot in it.

The shadow in the pot moved slightly, and then fell silent.

"Yo, pretty sure."

Stir up the flames, so that the temperature of the flames will continue to rise, and the flames will be scorched repeatedly.

Even when Huihuan stood in the distance, he could feel the heat of the flames.

Then he saw that the shadow finally could not bear it anymore, and what seemed to be sitting now stood up.

Hui Huan rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

This is a graceful woman, and it is also a back figure that haunts her dreams.

"Mother...... Queen mother? His voice trembled, and Hui Huan rushed forward, trying to kick the fire-spitting girl away.

This time, the girl was alert and easily dodged.

The fire is finally gone.

Huihuan picked up half of the wooden stick, and his tone was like ice: "Report your name, I will not kill the nameless and nameless people when I return to Huan." ”