Demon Hunter and His Hut

At this time, because of the heavy damage, the flames around Shinosuke dissipated, and everyone could clearly see what was happening in the field.

Roger pierced Shinosuke's throat with a sword, and at the same time Zuocheng also appeared behind Roger, his strength was like a mountain, his palms were red, and it seemed that he would fall on the back of Roger's head in the next moment.

Seeing the momentum, if the shot is true this time, Roger's head will definitely burst in an instant.

There was a heavy breaking wind sound from behind his head, and Roger felt the strength of the opponent's body without any hesitation. The red on his face flashed past, and his body leaped forward.

The sword of destiny was chopped down along with his forward thrust.

Shinosuke seemed to want to let out a scream, but his throat had been cut open, blood gushing out, and no sound could be heard.

Although Zuocheng attacked Roger, most of his attention was still on the hut not far away.

He was on guard, guarding the Jackdaw Sword Master.

But until his palm fell on Roger's back, the snow-capped mountains on the screen remained the same, the cold wind blew, and the house in the distance did not change.

laugh!

Wow!

Roger opened the Kunen Sword Seal, his defense power rose to withstand the pressure, and at the same time his arms slammed into force. From the throat to the crotch, poor Shinosuke was directly split in half under the double blow.

Roger steadied his figure, his face flashed, and under his feet, Shinosuke, who had been split in half, was not dead yet.

He was struggling as if he wanted to recover his injuries by absorbing vitality, but the next second Roger lifted the sole of his foot.

Click!

Shinosuke stopped struggling.

"brother!"

There was a voice from the crowd, and a figure rushed towards Roger with a roar. It was a woman in a tight red samurai suit.

He had short hair with ears and a beautiful face, but his eyes were full of resentment when he looked at Roger at this time.

"It's just a competition, you unexpectedly..."

Zuocheng roared, Yataruyu's swordsmanship has always been known for attacks. He did not expect that the young man in front of him not only attacked fiercely, but also defended very horribly.

An attack that was originally tenable and stable fell on the opponent but only changed his face.

And most of his attention was on the other side, and this mistake ruined one of his most proud disciples.

"Die!"

In a rage, Zuo Cheng made a bold move.

As if he was carrying a heavy mountain on his back, the movement of spiritual power became stagnant, and soon the feeling of the Lord Kurokawa reappeared.

But Roger was clearly aware of the differences between the two sides.

Compared with Lord Kurokawa, Zuocheng's deterrence was much weaker.

He saw that the opponent’s old face was full of hideousness, then opened his palms, his spiritual energy contracted to wrap himself up, every trace of spiritual energy was like a greedy python, trying to get into Roger's body and squeeze his every A trace of life.

The same power, exerted by Zuocheng, was much stronger than Shinosuke.

From a certain point of view, Midou and Cat have many similarities, one is to absorb spiritual power, the other is the vitality that contains more elements.

One is permanent and the other is temporary enhancement.

From a long-term point of view, it is obvious that misfortune without too many side effects is more suitable for inheritance, and cats seem to be too extreme.

It was for this reason that Roger showed great resistance to Shinosuke's special ability, but facing Zuocheng, his advantage disappeared.

"The same sword master, besides strength, is there any other division?"

The thoughts in his mind flashed, and the next moment Roger's eyes became solemn, Alder's sword prints spread all over his body, and Roger's body trembled slightly while holding the sword in both hands.

Click!

As if the imprisoned space was destroyed, a large part of the body's strength was instantly lost. At the same time, Roger also got rid of his control a little bit, and hid himself!

Boom!

The ground under his feet cracked, as if a layer had been dug out by an invisible palm.

After contacting several powerful sword masters, Roger also had some understanding of that level.

In his opinion, the so-called road should be an understanding of certain rules. Of course, this is not a control, but just understanding is enough to make the original ordinary attack erupt with terrible lethality.

This is the so-called Tao.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Zuo Cheng's face. He just wanted to attack again, but at this time, the woman in red had already jumped in front of Roger.

The rotating sticks in the hands are close together.

【red lotus】

In a rage, the woman made an all-out effort, and the timing he chose was just right.

Roger did not seem to have suffered any injuries, but getting rid of the control of the left city caused him to lose too much strength, the spiritual power in his body was in a disorder, and there was almost no way to mobilize in an instant.

"Die, die!"

The woman snarled, with hard hatred in her eyes. Even if it was Shinosuke's first murderous intention, in her eyes, Roger waiting to die is the right choice.

Rebellion has become unforgivable.

Then the flying spinning stick smashed its head and face.

She wants to blast this man into meat sauce!

Spiritual power disorder, Roger did not seem to have any means to cope, but what they didn't know was that there was not only one force in Roger's body.

【Queen Sword Seal】

Roger's defenses skyrocketed.

Sword Seal is his core method.

In fact, it is not spiritual power that drives this force, as long as any force recognized by the rules of this world can become Roger's nourishment.

The only reason to choose spiritual power as the core of promotion, this is only because at sunrise, this is the easiest power to obtain and promote.

The power of blood can also be used as support.

When the spinning stick fell, the woman did not see the scene where Roger's skin was broken, her attack was completely blocked.

"How is it possible? He has obviously..."

At a moment of hesitation, the disordered spiritual power in Roger's body was sorted out, and the cold light bloomed in the next second!

Only a little dazzling white flashed in front of him, and his mind was stunned, and his movements became slow.

At this moment, there was a violent traction behind her, and when she retreated quickly, she saw the sword light flashing by.

Snapped!

The woman in red appeared instantly more than ten meters away, everything around returned to normal, and only then did she notice the tingling in her throat.

Reached out, blood flowed.

The heart was beating frantically, and the fear of death surged into my heart.

"He He……"

She opened her mouth and stammered but couldn't say a whole word.

"Go back, there is nothing for you here!"

Zuo Cheng snorted coldly. If he hadn't rescued him just now, he would have watched his second disciple die in front of his eyes.

This made Zuo Cheng extremely angry, and what made him even more unacceptable was that he saw something familiar from the young man opposite.

He thought of the man in his youth.

The same calm and powerful, outstanding swordsmanship.

And, this one in front of you is a completely enhanced version!

Younger but stronger!

The appearance of one person like the Jackdaw Sword Master is enough to make other contemporaries feel sad, if there is a second one.

So in a few decades, will the rising cold river still allow others to exist?

Must die, the young man in front of him must die!

A young face appeared in front of Zuo Cheng's eyes. That was his best son. Even before he died, the only thing he couldn't let go of was not his father, but it turned out to be the guy's hope.

Destroy him!

A long stick broke out, and Zuocheng's body violently burst. At this moment, he no longer has any reservations. Without considering the Tengu Shrine's plan, there is only one goal...

Roger was holding swords in both hands, and the pressure on the old man in front of him was like tide, rising from wave to wave. In this state, instead of flinching, he quickly mobilized his body's strength.

But at this moment the wind on the top of the mountain suddenly stopped.

From extremely dynamic to extremely quiet.

The wind stopped and the snow fell.

then……

it's dark.

Roger saw the change in the expression on the face of the old man opposite, and the next moment he realized something. He tilted his head slightly, and an extra figure appeared in front of the open door.

Thin but tall.

The loose robes hung over the body, revealing half of his chest.

He had no weapons in his hands and stood barefoot.

The soles of the feet stepped on the snow, but they didn't sag.

Jackdaw Sword Master-Yata Xunyue.

Roger raised his head, and he realized at this time that it was not that the surrounding environment had changed, but that the appearance of the Jackdaw Sword Master had blinded his perception.

Under the impact of the powerful force, the senses even became disordered, causing his eyes to make wrong judgments.

"Does it affect other people's perception?" Roger guessed.

Zuo Cheng seemed to have completely forgotten Roger's existence, and all his attention was attracted by the old figure.

"You are finally willing to come out."

"Hehe, afraid that I will kill your most proud student?"

Zuocheng sneered.

"You can't kill him."

The Jackdaw Sword Master smiled.

"You are the weak in my heart, you have always been."

"It seems that you really care about him. In order to save him, you are finally willing to leave the broken house."

The power in Zuocheng surged, like a volcano ready to go.

The Jackdaw Sword Master shook his head.

"No, I said you can't kill him. I came out to kill you."

After speaking, the Jackdaw Sword Master stretched out his thin arm.

"Didn't they want you to test something?"

"Now I am out."

"Give you the answer!"

The familiar feeling struck again, the senses seemed to be deprived, and the line of sight was deviated. It was clearly still blue, but in a flash, night fell, and the moon hung high.

There was a black moon in the sky, like the pattern Roger had seen on the back of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

In the next second, Roger saw the Jackdaw Sword Master reach out and take off the black moon in the sky!

"An illusion, it must be an illusion!"

The strange state made it impossible for Roger to distinguish what he saw, but he immediately heard the screams from Zuocheng.

"You unexpectedly...you unexpectedly...ah!"

The black moon hung down, and then completely enveloped Zuocheng's body.

The flame burst out, madly devouring everything around it, but soon after swallowing the power belonging to the black moon, that part of the energy was not transformed into vitality and was absorbed by the left city.

On the contrary, the more the flame burns and the more things it absorbs, the faster the flame enveloped Zuocheng's body will collapse.

"How can it be?"

"There is no vitality in your body, how can such a person survive!"

Zuocheng's voice was full of horror.

"You are no longer a human, you are no longer a human!"

Zuocheng shouted loudly.

Roger felt bloodshot in his eyes, and he tried to perceive everything around him.

This may be the only time the Jackdaw Sword Master has made a move in the past two decades.

The people who lived in the same age as him are probably already dead. Many people have spread the power of the Jackdaw Sword Master, but no one knows how powerful he is.

At this moment, Roger felt it.

Blood oozes from the corner of his eyes. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, the darkness disappears, and everything around him has returned to normal.

Only a kneeling bone was left on the snow.

That powerful domineering old man was wiped out by the Jackdaw Sword Master and died on the spot.

After so many years, the Jackdaw Sword Master has fallen into a state of aging, Zuocheng must be full of confidence in himself, but it is a pity that he overestimated himself and underestimated the opponent.

In addition, the practitioners who were standing behind Zuocheng also disappeared without exception, kneeling on the ground with their heads on the snow, facing the Jackdaw Sword Master in a kneeling posture.

Among the disciples brought by Zuocheng, only one remained standing in place.

The woman in red who attacked Roger just now.

"Go back and tell the people at Tengu Shrine that I am indeed dying, but the second before I die, I have enough power to kill anyone!"

Bang!

The woman's body was pushed out by a force and rolled down from the top of the mountain.

Seeing the fiery red figure turning into a snowball, getting farther and farther, Roger turned his head.

"Blame me for not killing her?"

Jackdaw Sword Master asked.

Roger shook his head but didn't say a word. Based on his understanding of the Jackdaw Sword Master, the old man in front of him was definitely not merciful.

really.

"A messenger tool, but I have left some special things in her body, and she will return to Tengu Shrine unswervingly."

"Then life is better than death."

Snow flies, and everything on the top of the mountain seems to be back to normal again.

The Jackdaw Sword Master turned around and walked into the room, "Roger, come in!"

No footprints were left on the snow, and from beginning to end, he only took one step out of the room.

Roger followed closely, and as soon as he walked in, the door behind him closed automatically.

The screen blocking the door disappeared, and the furnishings in the room came into view.

Everything was the same as when he left, but Roger soon discovered the anomaly in the Jackdaw Sword Master.

Step forward, but with every step taken, the momentum of the Jackdaw Sword Master's body is declining, and with it, his tall body also shrinks.

When he walked to the low table where he was drinking on weekdays, the strong man who had just been smashed and killed himself had disappeared, and his body was shriveled badly.

Roger even suspected that he tore the skin under his clothes, leaving only pale bones inside.

"teacher……"

Roger frowned ~www.NovelMTL.com~ It is no exaggeration, he thought the old man in front of him could die at any time.

Thinking of what Zuo Cheng said not long ago, Roger even had a weird thought in his mind.

No life...

With the guardian spirit fighting, Zuocheng definitely has the most say in this regard. If he said that he hadn't, he would definitely not read it wrong.

In fact, Roger felt that the old man sitting behind the low table was not a living person, but a statue.

His heart burst.

Had the Jackdaw Sword Master already died, so what was that powerful force just now?

Where is this man in front of me?

Roger's eyes drooped slightly and his breathing became much smoother.

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