In the palace hall.

Behind the drunkard swordsman.

Month.

It's already rising.

It's just that there is only the moon in the night sky tonight.

There is not a single cloud in it.

Nor a single star.

It hung alone in the sky.

No partners, no friends.

Undisguised, naked to reveal the whole picture of himself.

Huo Wang watched as the moon rose little by little.

The drunkard swordsman still reveled in the beauty and sharpness of the sword in his hand.

Suddenly.

Huo Wang saw several large stars twinkling next to the moon.

It made him smile.

Because the appearance of the big star means that the moon is not alone.

At least not like him.

Although it has thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, thousands of horses are galloping.

But the only thing that really belonged to him was his hands, legs and a head.

Even the star sword in his hand does not belong to him.

At least for him, the Star Sword was just a tool, a key, and a way.

There is an appointment tonight.

There are also stars tonight.

But tonight there were two people.

Whatever the man's purpose.

At least Huo Wang is not alone.

He can see the movements of the person on the other side and feel the feelings of the person on the other side.

For good and evil, it is at least much better than the cold ground and silent pillars of the great hall.

The night outside the main hall was darker than inside the main hall.

Because there are at least a few lamps lit in the main hall.

Huo Wang didn't like the bright environment very much.

Because the lights are brighter.

The longer his shadow grows.

The more lonely people are.

Therefore, the main hall of this palace is very dark after nightfall.

It's chaotic, and you can't see anything real.

The shadows don't seem too abrupt either.

Since I can't see it really.

It will not be covered by loneliness.

Human fear often comes from the unknown.

If you can't see what you are afraid of.

The thing that is feared cannot scare itself.

There was a haze on both sides.

And everyone rejoiced!

Huo Wang suddenly heard a cicada chirping in his ears.

How can there be cicadas this season?

Cicadas are only seen in the height of summer.

Huo Wang has been in the Dingxi Royal Domain for so many years, and he has never heard the cicada chirping in the spring.

However, it was only a flash of effort for him to understand.

It's not the cicadas that come to my ears.

Rather, it was the hum of the drunkard swordsman flicking his sword with his fingers.

It's just that this burst of buzzing from time to time is like the chirping of cicadas.

For a while, it actually made Huo Wangdu have some illusions.

"A good sword indeed!"

Huo Wang exclaimed.

Only a sword with both toughness and strength can make such a humming sound.

The rest of the shoddy swords would not have such a miraculous effect at all.

"Of course. The people are good, and the sword is good!"

The drunkard swordsman said.

A different kind of light appeared on his face.

Although his expression was still very haggard.

But at this moment, together with this brilliance, a very special harmony is produced.

It's like the end of the sunset, and there is always a burst of the most beautiful sunset.

This sunset not only dyed the sky red, but also inlaid a circle of gold edges on the mountains at the end of the face.

It's not long-lasting, but it's magnificent.

The drunkard swordsman raised his sword.

The tip of the sword pointed at Huo Wang.

However, the tip of his sword trembled slightly.

"You're telling me to face the present, but you don't seem ready. ”

Huo Wang said.

He frowned as he looked at the shaking tip of the drunkard swordsman's sword.

"No, I'm ready. ”

The drunkard swordsman shook his head and said.

"Your sword is shaking. ”

Huo Wang said.

But my hands didn't shake. ”

The drunkard swordsman said firmly.

"Your hand isn't shaking, why is the tip of your sword shaking?"

Huo Wang asked.

The words of the drunkard swordsman are extremely illogical.

If the hand is not shaking, how can the tip of the sword tremble?

No matter how beautiful a sword is, it is still a dead thing.

It will never shake unprovoked.

"Maybe it's because I drank too much alcohol earlier and didn't eat. ”

The drunkard swordsman said.

"So you're using a drunken sword?"

Huo Wang said with a smile.

Although the drunken sword has always been very famous in the rivers and lakes.

But Huo Wang has always scoffed at this.

I just think it's a drunkard who writes a little bit of martial arts foundation, and he drinks to make the sword a good name.

"I don't get drunk, I just love to drink. ”

The drunkard swordsman said.

Huo Wang nodded.

I think he's still honest.

It's not fun enough, but at least it doesn't make you that annoying.

That's all there is to it.

Huo Wang felt that there was not much to talk about.

Speaking of which, the two of them have nothing to talk about.

It's nothing more than a drunkard swordsman who sees that his fame is in sight, and his heart is excited.

Huo Wang felt that the night was long, but he was finally no longer bored and lonely.

The drunkard swordsman took a step back.

It seems that he will return the salute for his sword first.

In his mind, killing a person is not enough.

You have to defeat him thoroughly to count.

There are some people you can kill with a sword.

But if you can't convince the other party to die, it will be useless to kill 10,000 people.

The drunkard swordsman does not waste his time on these futile futiles.

"Today, you will die!"

The drunkard swordsman said.

Because he saw that Huo Wang had also drawn his sword.

The word 'death' has not yet fallen.

The sword light of the drunkard swordsman filled the entire hall.

It was even more dazzling than the midday sun on the top of the mountain on a clear day!

Huo Wang's eyes narrowed slightly.

He drew his sword though.

But he wasn't ready to strike now.

Tonight, there is a rare thing to do to pass the time.

But it must not end so hastily.

At the same time, he also wanted to see how much ability this person who was ashamed to kill himself had.

Huo Wang stretched out his left hand.

In his left hand he held the scabbard of the Star Sword.

Without hesitation, he reached into the cloud of sword light.

Although this sword light is brighter than the sun.

But there is no trace of temperature.

Neither could he bathe his left hand in enthusiasm, nor could he feel the slightest coldness.

Huo Wang's left hand loosened.

The scabbard falls to the ground.

Smashed on top of the green bricks on the ground.

There was a "dang chang"!

This sound was against the sword light.

However, the drunkard swordsman did not react.

He neither advanced this cloud of sword light, nor did he let it go and let it dissipate.

Instead, he stood in place like this, puffing up all his strength, desperately urging.

It's like a child has just gotten a favorite toy, and it is inevitable that he will have to play around with it in front of his friends.

Huo Wang retracted his left hand.

Carry your sword behind your back.

Quietly look at everything in front of you.

He wasn't in a hurry.

On the contrary, I think the longer the better.

I think that at the beginning, he was also temperamental when he first got the Star Sword.

If it weren't for secrecy.

He had to walk out of the hall and howl loudly at the heavens and the earth to express the pride and happiness in his chest.

Everyone will have one such stage.

Huo Wang can understand this very well.

It took about a cup of tea.

This cloud of sword light gradually faded away.

The sword-bearer behind the sword light was revealed.

The drunkard swordsman smiled a little awkwardly.

"Sorry...... It's just that I'm a little too excited. ”

The drunkard swordsman said.

Huo Wangwei smiled slightly and nodded in understanding.

"Are you excited about the sword in your hand, or are you about to kill me?"

Huo Wang asked.

"To be honest, I'm a little confused right now......"

The drunkard swordsman said with a deep frown.

His heart is indeed very entangled.

Obviously, he became famous all over the world for killing Huo Wang.

After he became famous all over the world, he could go to the purple and red garden in the Zhenbei Royal Domain to find the woman who gave the sword.

But just a moment.

The joy and excitement that this sword brought him far exceeded anything else.

"I can't tell the difference, but there is a little bit of everything. ”

Huo Wang said.

The drunkard swordsman pondered for a long time, but finally shook his head.

"If you can't tell the difference, then you can't tell the difference. There are too few things in this world that can be distinguished. ”

Huo Wang continued.

When the drunkard swordsman heard this, he smiled.

The wrinkle on his forehead suddenly loosened.

Huo Wang untied the knot in his heart with a single sentence.

Should he be honest? or is he innocent?

An honest person is not necessarily simple, but a simple person must be honest.

The minds of honest people may be more colorful than those of dishonest people.

It's just that due to personality problems or lack of ability, he doesn't have the opportunity and time to implement it.

However, simple people never have any thoughts.

If you recognize the right thing, you must do it.

You say you can't dig a well in the desert.

He just wants to dig out a bite for you to see, even if he doesn't dig it up until he dies, he won't admit that he is wrong, it's just that he doesn't have enough time.

So simple people are often very stubborn.

The things that can't be figured out must be figured out until they are figured out, and the things that can't be distinguished must also be sorted out.

Huo Wang originally thought that this drunkard swordsman was an extremely simple and honest man.

But I didn't expect that one sentence could make him laugh.

This is not something that a simple honest person can do.

A simple honest person will not just listen to the authority of others.

No matter how fanciful it is, it's useless.

The drunkard swordsman flicked his sword again.

But this time, the buzzing sound of the sword body was much different from the last time.

The drunkard swordsman's face changed suddenly.

Anxiously flicked a few more times.

But it's not as good as one time.

This sword.

There is no longer the sound of cicadas chirping.

It's so light and at the same time, it's extremely penetrating.

Strong enough to pierce the night sky, cross those big stars, and go straight to the moon.

Finally dissolved in a bright moonlight.

But now the buzz is thick and rustic.

It's like a bronze bell in a temple.

Although it seems more distant.

But there is no movement.

"Why on earth is that?!"

The drunkard swordsman was puzzled.

It's just getting more and more anxious.

It even became a little irritable.

Huo Wang lowered his body and touched the green bricks on the ground in front of him.

He saw that his hands were stained with a little dark red powder.

Immediately, Huo Wang understood why the sword of the drunkard swordsman had such a change.

"Your sword needs blood. ”

Huo Wang said.

The drunkard swordsman looked up at the sound.

But obviously he didn't understand the meaning of Huo Wang's words.

"Your sword will only make a light and agile sound when it is stained with blood. It was a cheerful one. ”

Huo Wang stretched out his hand and said with his palm facing outward.

It turned out that the dark red powder on his hand was a blood scab.

It was the blood scab that had congealed on the sword the last time he killed.

The drunkard swordsman erupted with a cloud of sword light, but it shook all the blood scabs to the ground.

There was no blood on the sword, and the voice naturally changed.

"When there is no blood, it chooses to hibernate. It's like a poisonous snake needs to sleep in the winter. ”

Huo Wang said.

It's just that what awakens the poisonous snake from its dormancy is the rising weather day by day after the spring returns to the earth.

And it was only blood that awakened this sword.

Whether it's your own, or your enemy's.

It's all just as easy to use.