Demon Hunter and His Hut

At this time, because of the heavy damage, the flames around Shinosuke dissipated, and everyone could see everything that happened in the field.

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

Looking at the momentum, if this shot is real, Roger's head will definitely burst in an instant.

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

The Sword of Fate slashed down along with his forward charge.

Shinosuke seemed to want to let out a scream, but his throat had been cut open, blood poured out, and he couldn't make any sound.

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 landed on Roger's back, the snow-capped mountains on the screen remained the same, the cold wind blew, and the houses in the distance remained unchanged.

laugh!

Whoa!

Roger opened the Kunen sword seal, his defense increased, and he resisted the pressure. At the same time, his arms violently exerted force, from the throat to the crotch, the poor Shinosuke was directly cut in half under the double blow.

Roger steadied his body, the light flashed on his face, and at his feet, Shinosuke, who was divided in two, was not dead.

He struggled and seemed to want to recover from his injuries by absorbing vitality, but the next second Roger raised the soles of his feet.

Click!

Shinosuke stopped struggling.

"elder brother!"

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

He has short hair that matches his ears and has a beautiful face, but at this moment his eyes looking at Roger are full of resentment.

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

Zuocheng roared, Yatagaryu's swordsmanship has always been known for attacking, he did not expect that the young man in front of him not only attacked fiercely, but his defense was also terrifying.

An attack that was originally guaranteed to fall on the opponent only made him change his face.

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

"Die!"

In a fit of rage, Zuo Cheng made a bold move.

As if carrying a heavy mountain on his back, his spiritual power became stagnant, and the feeling he had when facing Lord Kurokawa not long ago reappeared.

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

Compared with Lord Kurokawa, Zuocheng's deterrent power is much weaker.

He saw that the old face of the other party was full of hideousness, and then he opened his palm, and the spiritual power contracted to wrap himself around. Every trace of spiritual energy was like a greedy python, trying to rush into Roger's body and drain his every breath. A trace of life.

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

From a certain point of view, Fudou and cats have many similarities, one absorbs spiritual power, and the other contains more elements of vitality.

One is permanent and one is temporary enhancement.

From a long-term perspective, a feud without too many side effects is obviously more suitable for inheritance, while cats are too extreme.

It is for this reason that Roger showed great resistance to Shinosuke's special ability, but in the face of Zuocheng, his advantage disappeared.

"It's the same sword master, apart from strength and weakness, are there other divisions?"

The thoughts in his mind flashed away, and the next moment Roger's eyes became solemn, Alder's sword marks were all over his body, Roger held swords in both hands, and his body trembled slightly.

Click!

It seemed that the imprisoned space was destroyed, and a large part of the power in the body was instantly lost. At the same time, Roger also got rid of the control a little and ducked to the side!

Boom!

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

Having contacted several sword master-level powerhouses, Roger also gained some understanding of that level.

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

This is the so-called Tao.

A hint of surprise flashed across Zuo Cheng's face. He was about to attack again, but at this moment, the woman in red had already jumped in front of Roger.

The swivel sticks in the hands are close together.

【red lotus】

In a fit of rage, the woman took the shot with all her might, and the timing of his choice was just right.

Roger didn't seem to be hurt, but getting rid of Zuo Cheng's control caused him to lose too much power, and the spiritual power in his body was in chaos, and he could hardly mobilize it in an instant.

"Die, die!"

The woman roared, her eyes filled with bitter hatred, even if Shinosuke was the first to kill, but in her eyes, it was the right choice for Roger to wait until he died.

Rebellion becomes unforgivable.

Immediately afterwards, the flying rotating stick smashed down.

She is going to blast this man into meat sauce!

The spiritual power is disordered, and Roger seems to have no means to deal with it, but what they don't know is that there is not only one power in Roger's body.

【Kunen Sword Seal】

Roger's defense soared.

Sword seal is his core means.

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

The reason why spiritual power is chosen as the core of promotion is simply because at sunrise, this is the easiest power to obtain and enhance.

The power of blood can also be used as support.

When the rotating stick fell, the woman did not see the scene of Roger's skin, flesh, bones, and tendons, and her attacks were completely blocked.

"How is that possible? He clearly has..."

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

There was only a dazzling white flash in front of him, his mind was taken away, and the movements in his hands became slow.

At this moment, there was a violent pulling force behind her, and when she quickly retreated, she saw a flash of sword light.

Snapped!

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

He stretched out his hand, and blood flowed.

His heart was beating wildly, and the fear of death welled up in his heart.

"He He……"

She opened her mouth and stammered, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Go back, it's none of your business 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 annoyed, and what made him even more unacceptable was that he saw something familiar from the young man on the opposite side.

He thought of the man in his youth.

The same calm and powerful, outstanding swordsmanship.

And, this one is a thoroughly enhanced version!

Younger, but stronger!

The presence of one such as the Jackdaw Sword Master was enough to make the rest of his contemporaries mourn, if there was a second one.

So after a few decades, will the rising Hanchuan allow other existences?

Must die, this young man must die!

There seemed to be a young face in front of Zuo Cheng's eyes. It was his best son. Even before he died, the only thing he couldn't put down was not his father, but that guy's hope.

destroy him!

A long stick came out of his hand, and Zuo Cheng's body burst into flames. At this moment, he no longer had any reservations, and he did not consider the plan of Tengu Shrine. There was only one goal...

Roger held swords in both hands, and the pressure on the old man in front of him was like a tide, one wave after another. In this state, he not only did not flinch, but quickly mobilized the strength of his body.

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

From extreme movement to extreme stillness.

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 also realized something, turned his head slightly, and a figure appeared in front of the opened door.

Thin but tall.

A loose robe hangs over his body, revealing half of his chest.

No weapons in hand, standing there barefoot.

The soles of the feet stepped on the snow, but they did not dent even half a point.

The Sword Master of Jackdaw - Yatakashunyuki.

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

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

"Is it affecting the perception of others?" Roger guessed.

Zuocheng seemed to have completely forgotten Roger's existence, and all his attention was drawn to the old figure.

"You finally came 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 weak in my heart, always have been."

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

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

The Jackdaw Sword Master shook his head.

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

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

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

"Now I'm out."

"I'll give you the answer!"

The familiar feeling came again, the senses seemed to be deprived, and the line of sight was deviated. It was clear that the sky was still bright, but in an instant, night fell and the bright moon hung high.

There was a black moon in the sky, just like the pattern that Roger once saw on the back of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

In the next second, Roger saw that the Sword Master Jackdaw reached out and took off the black moon in the sky!

"Illusion, it must be an illusion!"

The strange state made Roger unable to distinguish what he was seeing, but then he heard the screams from Zuocheng.

"You actually...you actually...ah!"

The black moon lowered, and then completely enveloped Zuo Cheng's body.

The flames erupted and devoured everything around frantically, but soon, after consuming the power belonging to Black Moon, that part of the energy was not transformed into vitality and was absorbed by Zuocheng.

On the contrary, the more vigorously the flame burns and the more it absorbs, the faster the flames surrounding Zuocheng's body collapse.

"how is this possible?"

"You have no life in your body, how can such a person still be alive!"

Zuocheng's voice was full of panic.

"You're not human anymore, you're not human anymore!"

Zuocheng shouted loudly.

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

This may be the only time the Jackdaw Sword Master has shot in the past twenty years.

Those who lived in the same era as him may have already died. There are many people who spread the power of the Jackdaw Sword Master, but no one knows how powerful he is.

At this moment, Roger felt it.

Blood oozing from the corners of his eyes, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the darkness disappeared, and everything around him had returned to normal.

Only a kneeling white bone was left on the snow.

The powerful and domineering old man was wiped out of the flesh and blood by the Sword Master Jackdaw, and he died tragically on the spot.

After so many years, the Jackdaw Sword Master has fallen into a state of aging, Zuo Cheng must be full of confidence in himself, but unfortunately he overestimated himself and underestimated the other party.

In addition, the cultivators who were standing behind Zuocheng also disappeared without exception, kneeling on their knees with their heads on the snow, showing a posture of kneeling in front of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

Among the disciples that Zuocheng brought, there was only one left standing still.

The woman in red who attacked Roger just now.

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

Bang!

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

Watching the fiery red figure turn into a snowball, getting further and further away, Roger turned his head.

"Blame me for not killing her?"

The Jackdaw Sword Master asked.

Roger shook his head but didn't say a word. Based on his knowledge of the Jackdaw Sword Master, the old man in front of him was by no means soft-hearted.

really.

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

"Then, life is better than death."

The snow was flying, and everything seemed to be back to normal on the top of the mountain.

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

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

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 abnormality in the Jackdaw Sword Master.

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

When he walked to the low table where he was drinking on weekdays, the powerful man who had just killed the disaster in an instant had disappeared, and his body was very shriveled.

Roger even suspected that the skin under his clothes was torn open, and only pale bones were left inside.

"teacher……"

Roger frowned.

It is no exaggeration, he believes that the old man in front of him may die at any time.

Thinking of what Zuo Cheng said not long ago, a strange thought even popped into Roger's mind.

no life...

With the guardian spirit, Zuocheng definitely has the most say in this regard.

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

His heart suddenly burst.

Could it be that the Jackdaw Sword Master is already dead, what is that powerful power just now?

What about this man in front of you?

Roger's eyes dropped slightly, and his breathing became much gentler.

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