Demon Hunter and His Hut

Miyazori Chiyoko left with Cardinals.

The body of Won Gwanghae was also taken away. Roger stood there, looking at the house with a big hole not far away.

If it wasn't for Gong, who took the infusion method that Yuan Guanghai and the two had stolen, then Roger really wanted to quietly take the infusion method, and then take Rigyu Qianxia and leave here.

Roger can infer a lot from the identity of Cardinal and Won Gwanghae. .

First of all, inside the Fu Niu Jian Hu, it is forbidden to have any personal relationships between the formal disciples.

The ratio of males to females in Funiu Jianlu is very exaggerated, there are more males than females, which has not attracted too many people's attention.

But at this time, thinking of some rumors about the Funiu Sword Lodge, as well as the vast event similar to the draft not long ago, Roger was able to speculate too much information.

He could almost conclude that the origin of the inheritance of Funiu Jianlu must be inseparable from the supernatural beings in the Western world.

This apparently blood-like connection is unique to the Western world.

"How long ago was it?"

"Did a huge family come to Changshi by mistake, or..."

If the Western world, the place where the privy council exists, and the eternal world where the sunrise is located, there are also channels that communicate with each other.

What about other places?

This is not a simple regional connection, a geographical border.

It involves the evolution of the rules of the world, which will be an extremely complex issue.

Without thinking any further, Roger simply searched the house to confirm that there was nothing missing, then quickly left the village and returned to Blacktail City.

At the same time, there were several more figures on a high mountain far away from the village, and the leader was a man wearing a red tengu mask.

The robe on the man's body almost reached the ground, and the whole body was tightly wrapped. The red color on the mask seemed to turn into blood and drip down at any time.

"It's from Jianlu, are we going to take action?"

A thin man bowed and said.

"Do you want to die?"

"This is the place of the Funiu Sword Lodge,

The woman who just appeared was Chiyoko Miyazaro, one of the three peak masters. "

"What are you going to beat him with?"

"With your tongue?"

The man wearing the tengu mask kicked the talking guy over.

"Let's go back!"

"Sir, is that enough?"

"We still have a chance. It seems that Hanchuan's progress is very fast. What do you think the Sword Master of Jackdaw sent his new students here?"

The man sneered.

"There may be something we want in that kid."

"I heard that God Lord Lanying wanted to kill that kid but was blocked by Sword Master Jackdaw. If we can kill him..."

Someone spoke.

The man wearing the tengu mask didn't say a word, he jumped up and disappeared into the sky.

Everything is silent.

In front of the dilapidated hut, there is only a pool of blood left by Won Gwanghae before his death.

Blood seeped into the ground along the damp soil.

Disappear little by little.

It has been a few days since Roger left Qinglu Mountain. After returning to Heiwei City, he did not return immediately, so he needed to give Gongze Chiyoko some time.

He took out the book that Chiyoko Miyano gave him, but the thin booklet was all-encompassing, and Roger was dazzled.

He didn't know whether the inheritances that Chiyoko Gongze had handed over to him were all collected since the establishment of Funiu Sword Lodge.

Thinking about it, it shouldn't be, but even if it's just what she has access to, the number is amazing.

Without spending too much effort on it, put books into the library, which becomes more powerful as more genre information is collected.

Unconsciously, even the inheritance of the cat school has been revised many times.

At about the same time, Roger Point directly teleported back to the city at the foot of Qinglu Mountain.

Spring is just right, the streets of the city are filled with the smell of cherry blossoms, and it becomes very lively after not being here for a few days.

It seems that it should be the day when the girls selected for the girl's festival not long ago went up the mountain together.

In addition to the selected girl, other people came to watch in an endless stream, and every girl was dressed up.

The specific selection criteria should not be beauty, because in the crowd, Roger also saw a few girls who were not very outstanding in appearance.

When they walked to the mountainside, Roger separated from the crowd. The whole ceremony was cumbersome and unusual. Before going up the mountain, the girls had to go to the other courtyard on the mountainside to bathe and repair.

Only after understanding some basic information etiquette and corresponding taboos can they be sent to the top of the mountain in batches.

Guessing the truth of the matter, he couldn't help sighing for a while, and this huge event in front of him changed the fate of most people.

What they don't know is that to those who live on top of the mountain, they are just tools.

Continuing to walk up, a figure suddenly blocked his way.

Roger raised his head and looked at the young man more than ten meters away.

"Are you a disciple of Sword Master Jackdaw?"

Seeing the eagerness to try in the other's eyes, Roger remembered the vicious face in front of the gate of Barbarian Sword House a few days ago, and he instantly understood something.

"No, you are mistaken."

He shook his head and continued to walk up.

The young man's aura was slightly chaotic, and at this time Roger had passed by him, "You are that Roger, right?"

The young man shouted loudly, but Roger didn't even have the mood to look at him, but soon his face sank slightly because a figure with a sword appeared again on his way.

"Draw your sword, I know you're a student of Sword Master Jackdaw..."

Roger let go of his perception, and on the only way up the mountain, there were one after another looming spiritual power fluctuations.

All these people came to him.

"This is Qinglu Mountain..."

"But Fu Niu Jianlu has no right to interfere with our revenge!"

It was the young man behind Roger who spoke.

"Are you out for revenge or for fame?"

Roger sneered.

The famous Yatako is famous, and he walks outside all the year round, but Roger has never heard of anyone finding the famous Yatatag so that he can repay the life debt owed by the Jackdaw Sword Master.

With the character of the Jackdaw Sword Master, the guys who can really be regarded as enemies by him are probably dead, and the real purpose of these people is self-evident.

All they needed was a name on Roger's body and a head on his neck.

"Kill you to avenge my family!"

There was a loud shout from behind, and the young man's expression changed. When Roger heard the call of the other party, the sound of the breaking wind of the weapon was close to the back of his head!

"As you wish."

Roger could almost imagine the expression and tone on the face of Sword Master Jackdaw when he uttered these two words.

"Is this all in his expectations?"

While thinking about it in his heart, Roger's hand did not stop moving. Fate suddenly appeared in his hand, his body stepped back, and the sword of fate blocked the opponent's attack at the moment of lightning and flint.

when!

laugh!

Immediately afterwards, Roger's wrist shook, the sword of fate rubbed the opponent's blade, and he turned around with force from his waist and came to the opponent's side.

In the next second, the Sword of Fate pierced out like a poisonous dragon, and Roger slashed one arm with blood light!

what!

And the screams had just sounded.

Roger turned around and looked at the other person standing in front of him.

"Are you still going?"

"I promise, whoever draws a sword to me next, will be ready to be killed by me!"

The face of the man standing in front of him changed wildly, but at this moment, there was a sound of breaking wind and someone passed over his head.

"Go away!"

"You don't come and I come!"

It was a man as strong as a lion, and he roared as a green lion burst out of him.

The man was holding a long stick as thick as an arm, his spiritual power vibrated, the lion roared loudly, the man fell from the sky, and the long stick in his hand hit Roger like a meteorite!

"It was Tang Shishi Yutian Guangzhi who killed you!"

This is the middle stage of the fourth stage. The strength is much stronger than that of the young man who attacked Roger just now. The guardian spirit Tang Lion is known for its violent attacking power.

The opponent first stunned Roger with a roar, and then seized the opportunity to shoot out brazenly!

There were not too complicated moves, and before he could get close, the coercion of spiritual power enveloped the entire space, and the young man whose arm was cut off by Roger just now was close to fainting in the roar.

Coupled with the impact of spiritual power, the body actually rolled down the hillside like a gourd.

Three months ago, in the face of this completely head-to-head style of qi-machine locking, Roger could only see tricks and tricks, but at this time he didn't even think about it, and subconsciously appeared in his mind the genres he had learned. inherited.

The body only shook slightly, and the ripples formed by the spiritual power shattered the imprisoned space around him, and got rid of the lock of the air machine. He moved his body sideways to avoid the opponent's attack.

When he raised his hand, the Sword of Fate had already landed on the opponent's guardian spirit.

At this moment, Roger's brain even had time to think about which one of the dozens of moves he should choose?

"The so-called solution is not dismantling, not breaking tricks, there is an essential difference between the two."

"Seeing the tricks, no matter how strong they are, they are still inferior."

"Many principles in swordsmanship are interlinked. You have to understand your principles. As for other people's paths, just crush them!"

Sword Master Jackdaw's words flashed through his mind, and the Sword of Fate in his hand hesitated for a moment, but in the next instant, Roger held it even tighter.

Tang Lion is huge, and it looks like a small house lying there. Roger is standing in front of it, and it is even ridiculous to be small.

But soon, no one could laugh anymore.

The Sword of Destiny landed on Tang Shishi's forehead at a seemingly slow but fast speed.

crackle!

A faint voice sounded, followed by a series of explosions, the sound became louder and louder, and then, under the horrified eyes of others, the huge guardian spirit shattered!

"what happened?"

On the way up the mountain, many people stopped in front of Roger.

The only rule that these avengers abide by at the foot of Qinglu Mountain is one-on-one. As long as Roger can go up the mountain and enter the core area of ​​Funiu Jianlu, no one can attack him again.

But although the road in front of him is narrow and short, it is almost ten steps away, and even one-on-one is almost impossible.

The guardian spirit was shattered, and the sturdy middle-aged man couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, but then a trace of panic appeared on his face.

"My guardian spirit!"

The spiritual power in his body is disordered. He has worked hard several times, but every time he has not waited for it to take shape, an inexplicable force will explode in the body, crushing the spiritual power he has condensed!

When he was stunned, Roger had already used his sword again. No one noticed that Roger was in a strange state at this time. Although he locked the enemy in front of him, his eyes seemed to have no focus.

Because in his eyes, what appeared at this time was not anyone, but the trajectories of spiritual power.

"Is this the solution?"

Roger didn't know how he swung the sword just now, the perfect combination of the seal and the swordsmanship, the freewheeling release!

laugh!

Under the horrified gaze of the middle-aged man, his forehead was penetrated by the Sword of Fate, Roger's eyes were cold, and he didn't notice when he drew out the sword, the blush on the edge of the Sword of Fate became even more dazzling.

Goo, goo, goo!

There was silence on the mountain road, only the sound of the middle-aged man's forehead cracking and blood flowing from his brain.

Roger moved forward with his sword. Although others were standing at a low place, his gaze swept over them. Everyone had the illusion of being overlooked.

"Next!"

No one noticed that there was a hint of eagerness in Roger's calm voice.

"I come!"

A figure swept across the mountain road like a gust of wind and appeared beside Roger. In the violent charge, a fierce horse with flames all over its body came out of the sky!

Guard the Ling Yan colt!

"Remember me, I'm Mishima...ah...!"

After a scream, the silhouette that swept past was split into two as soon as it appeared, and his guardian spirit also disintegrated at the same time.

Roger's eyes were calm, and he didn't even look at the corpse that was cut in two. He continued to look forward to the next figure.

"Next!"

In just three seconds before and after, a fourth-order died tragically on the spot.

Tread.

On the quiet mountain road, only the sound of Roger's feet stepping on the world could be heard.

With two corpses lying on the road, everyone who shoots needs to think carefully.

Because the next one is likely to be him.

"Next!"

A mechanical yet indifferent voice urged.

At the same time, in the hall at the top of Qinglu Mountain.

"You just allow those clowns to do those filthy things in the name of a so-called fair duel for revenge in the Qinglu Mountain?"

Miyazaki Chiyoko sneered.

The Barbarian Sword Master's eyes were calm, and it wasn't until after a while that he frowned.

"That's the price he pays."

The Barbarian Sword Master snorted coldly.

Miyazori Chiyoko seemed to want to say something, but after a moment of hesitation, she chose to remain silent.

Because of this, she is also responsible.

"Whatever you do, this is the last time."

"Rules are rules!"

Gong Ze Chiyoko's expression changed, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "What about you?"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted it.

"go out."

The barberry sword master said bluntly.

"Go to the door and have a look, don't let that kid really die."

Miyazori Chiyoko lowered her head, she seemed to want to apologize, but in the end she gritted her teeth and left.

"Is it so easy to take things from the Funiu Sword Lodge?"

Gong Ze Chiyoko snorted coldly, but when she came to the vicinity of the mountain gate, she saw a different scene.

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