People talk about blood.

It's often out of helplessness.

Who in the world doesn’t want to be romantic, snowy, and lie drunk on the shore of willows, blowing the morning breeze, and looking at the waning moon.

But reality can only make people talk about blood.

Whether it is in the mountains where snow falls all year round or in the evergreen forests.

Blood is always flowing, sprinkling every corner.

Now it is finally the turn of this Dingxi Prince's Mansion.

There will definitely be someone bleeding today.

But Huo Wang firmly believes that it is not himself.

The drunkard and swordsman also felt that it was not himself.

The night became a little deeper.

The candlelight in the hall began to pound irregularly.

It has been a long time since no one has been cutting the wicks for these lamps.

The wax oil is almost burning out.

What is coming soon is complete darkness.

The drunkard and swordsman grabbed the last part of the light and slashed out with one sword.

Not a prick, but a slash.

This sword does not have the dazzling sword light as before.

Just a soft slash.

But when the sword hit the front, a lightning-like sword light rose.

He instantly reached Huo Wang's neck and head.

Huo Wang didn't want to draw his sword yet.

He felt it was not worth it.

He moved his feet back and pushed them a few feet away.

Unexpectedly, the drunkard and swordsman did not change his moves and did not stop him.

Instead, he slashed down at the position where Huo Wang had stood before.

Although the only object that this sword hit was air.

Empty air.

No amount of air.

But he had already struck Huo Wang.

There is no slight slack.

"I don't see much of such a thorough sword move."

Huo Wang said.

"Because you are also an extremely thorough person, only a thorough sword move can kill you."

The drunkard and swordsman had already finished his move and spoke.

"Only a thorough person can use such a thorough sword move. At this point, you and I are the same passers-by."

Huo Wang said.

The drunkard and swordsman shook his head.

"A truly and thorough person will not change himself because of anything. Just as the ancients said that they should not be happy with things or be sad with themselves."

Huo Wang frowned.

Of course, he has also heard of the eight words "not happy with things or sad with yourself".

But he always suspected that no one in this world could do it.

Huo Wang thought he was strong enough.

But I will still be crazy to get the Star Sword.

He even attracted the Magic Puppet Colored Opera.

He suddenly thought again that this magic puppet colored opera master had not appeared for a long time.

In the past, I would appear beside me like a ghost every day, and say a few strange words from time to time.

Huo Wang rarely takes over his words.

But he doesn't seem to need a response.

Still talking about himself.

It seems that as long as someone can listen, he will be satisfied.

But he didn't know where he went these days.

Have you stopped pestering yourself?

At least one must know a certain number.

Huo Wang has experienced too much life and death.

His attitude towards death was a silent separation.

But this time, he hoped that the Demon Puppet Colored Opera Master could appear openly and say to him:

"Hao Wang, I'm leaving."

However, once such a thing happened, Huo Wang felt a little relieved.

Huo Wang didn't know why he had such a relationship.

But he really wanted to hear a saying like this.

"Why are you happy and what kind of sadness?"

Huo Wang asked.

"I thought that nothing could bind me. I like swords, but swords are not good. I love drinking, but wine is not good. Until I met her, I realized that people will always be tied up several times in their lives."

The drunkard and swordsman said.

Then another sword thunderbolt.

The sword was waving in his hands.

He came straight to the body that wanted to be afraid of the thunder.

It seemed to be about to split him from head to toe in half. Huo Wang turned slightly.

Dodged the sword again.

However, the blue bricks underground were broken into fifteen pieces.

These blue bricks, one piece of craftsmanship, take three years and five months.

There have also been many battles in this hall.

But its door was never damaged at all.

Even a white seal has not appeared.

The martial arts cultivation of this drunkard and swordsman can be seen.

"You didn't use a sword."

Huo Wang said.

“It’s not.”

The drunkard swordsman nodded and said.

"You use a knife?"

Huo Wang asked.

Because he used a knife before.

Only after obtaining the Star Sword did he abandon the sword like Tang Zhongsong and use the sword.

"I don't need anything."

The drunkard and swordsman shook his head and said.

Huo Wang was silent.

It's not that he doesn't believe it.
To be continued...