Demon Hunter and His Hut

"How can the ability of Touch of Shadows fail?"

This question entered Roger's mind like a nail, and what the Jackdaw Swordmaster said made him even more horrified.

"he knows?"

"What does he know?!"

Buzzing in his head, the hunter's hut is Roger's core secret, but at this time, his biggest secret seems to have been exposed to other people's eyes.

Even in battle, Roger couldn't restrain himself from thinking about the consequences of this problem.

"Why does he know?"

"It pierced my heart..."

"Or is he just like me!?"

Roger instantly thought of all the oddities about the Jackdaw Sword Master.

He beat his teacher and killed him 20 years ago, and in deeply traumatized condition, he lived on the Han River for a long time.

20 years without stepping out of the door.

Doors, cabins.

And the weird power that Roger once felt there.

This made Roger unable to guess the true origin of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

But didn't he escape from the area where the silver dragon exists?

Could it be that there are other secrets hidden in the body of the Jackdaw Sword Master before this?

The mood was agitated, and Roger's mind was in a mess, which made him unable to concentrate at all, and at this moment, the sword light fell on him mercilessly.

Ka Ka Ka!

There were dense sounds from his body. Even if Roger lost his mind, his general defense was still there. What shocked him was that he could maintain a stable defense under the insane bombardment of Tengu God's Onmyoji.

In the face of the attack of the Jackdaw Sword Master, it was not as powerful as he imagined.

"Have you forgotten my teaching?"

The voice of the Jackdaw Sword Master came from a distance.

"Focus and Perseverance!"

"Facing me,

Do you think you are qualified to be absent? "

A burst of laughter came.

"Or the victory just now, made you think that if you defeated the Tengu God, you could also defeat me?"

"If so, then as a teacher, I don't mind giving you one last lesson."

"A life-and-death guidance."

The world in front of him was pure white, and Roger tried his best to calm down. He even wanted to use the ability to try the Touch of Shadows again.

But this thought was ruthlessly interrupted by the Jackdaw Sword Master.

The two were separated by dozens of meters, but the sharp sword light fell again.

In the white snow, the dark sword light of Sword Master Jackdaw Jian was particularly conspicuous.

Like ink rendered on white paper, it is majestic.

Not sticking to the details of the moves and changes in power, everything is arbitrary but fits the surrounding rules.

The white snow and black swords are organically fused together.

Roger was completely brought into the attack rhythm of the Jackdaw Sword Master. At this moment, the Alder sword seal was still in a state of fusion, although it was not perfect.

But it is equivalent to Roger possessing two extreme powers, but even so, when facing the Jackdaw Sword Master, Roger did not have the determination to win.

There is only a sword in his hand, only a sword in his heart, and in the end, only his sword is left in this world.

Fierce and powerful.

This kind of deadly oppression was something that Roger had never experienced before on any enemy before, but at this moment, he lost the final trump card by which he could escape!

"Hunter Lodge!"

"As long as I can assimilate a house, I can leave here through the ability to penetrate."

"That's it, as long as he leaves here, he will never be able to find me..."

Roger's heart was full of thoughts, but the next second, the sword light fell from the sky.

He raised his sword to block, but when he lost his mind, he moved a little slower, the Sword of Fate was separated, and a splendid sword light erupted on him.

Roger recognized this style of swordsmanship.

【Snow Moon Flower】

The power of the same swordsmanship in the hands of different people is very different. Even if he steps on the ground, the defense on Roger's body is instantly torn apart, and the wound is deep.

"It really disappointed me!"

"Did you only learn brute force with me?"

"Or do you think power alone is enough?!"

"Don't choose the wrong way, because once you go wrong, there is no turning back."

Without giving Roger a chance to recover from his injuries at all, the Sword Master Jackdaw's offensive was getting faster and faster, and the black sword light enveloped the entire mountain top of Hanchuan.

Roger couldn't figure out how the Lonely Mountain of Sunset not long ago had persisted for such a long time in such a powerful offensive.

But then he had no time to think.

What a hunter's hut, what a touch of shadow.

Everything was thrown out of the mind.

Without distractions, resist with all your might.

Slow down and hesitate.

He will die.

"Haha, that's what it looks like."

"Do not hesitate!"

If he only listened to what the Jackdaw Sword Master said, Roger might mistakenly think that he was really guiding him, but walking in the blade, Roger knew that he was at the point of life and death every moment.

There were even several times that the black sword might have pierced his throat if it wasn't for luck.

In this highly concentrated situation, he has forgotten everything, and the sword of Kunn, the sword of Alder, and the genre heritage that was once stored in the hunter's hut popped out of his mind.

This is the real limit.

Roger can feel that he is growing rapidly in every confrontation, and this growth rate is extremely terrifying.

But even so, he still couldn't test the strength of that man.

Maybe he is the only one standing at the peak of the extreme way.

The sword light was dazzling, and Roger's eyes had lost all other colors, only pure black and white remained.

That is the power of the Jackdaw Sword Master is eroding his living space, and the raging sword light has enveloped the area where he can move.

When the lockdown was over, it was also when Roger died.

"Too weak, you are still too weak!"

The opposing Jackdaw Sword Master suddenly became manic, and it seemed that Roger's strength could not satisfy him.

He was like an alcoholic who was drinking freely, but found that he was the only sober person in the intertwining of Gongchao.

This unstoppable state is even more disappointing.

"Faster faster, stronger!"

"There is only strength in your swordsmanship, but lack of true soul!"

"You should come back in 10 years. I'm still too impatient. I should have let you go just now."

"I have waited for so many years, and the most desperate period has passed, if you persist."

"Maybe... maybe you'll impress me!"

The attack of Sword Master Jackdaw suddenly slowed down, but Roger felt the pressure doubled.

He could clearly identify the trajectory of each sword that the man swung out, the turning and changing of power.

But it was useless, he couldn't dodge, he couldn't stop, Roger couldn't imagine how many rounds he could endure in such an attack if he didn't have the protection of Kunen's sword seal.

Is he so strong now, or was he so strong twenty years ago?

Can such a Jackdaw Sword Master really be defeated?

Roger even suspected that this man would kill the Tengu God, perhaps not because of the so-called conflict of ideas.

Probably just because he needs a close opponent.

No matter who this person is, as long as it can excite him and allow him to have a hearty battle, it is enough.

"You've all disappointed me so much."

The Jackdaw Sword Master looked blank, "Since you can't do it, let's end it."

He sighed and swung his last sword, which did not land on Roger, but swiped across his cheek, knocking the Sword of Fate into the sky in Roger's hand.

The power in the body is exhausted. Under this extreme pressing situation, the Alder sword seal has been completely fused, and a new prompt has also appeared on the notice board.

But Roger had no way of knowing all this. Not only his strength, but also his spirit was completely drained. At this time, the action of the Jackdaw Sword Master suddenly stopped, and endless emptiness flooded into his heart.

The brain froze instantly, and Roger seemed to have lost the ability to think.

He let the Sword of Fate in his hand be knocked flying and knocked down, and after drawing a trajectory in the air, he inserted it into the snow.

Everything in front of me is intertwined with black and white, this is a pure world.

Life and death, black and white.

It belongs to the Sword Master of the Jackdaw [Senrao Hell]

Roger stood there sluggishly, and saw the Jackdaw Sword Master turn around, and on the man's back, a black moon filled the last void around him.

Simultaneously activated Senra Hell.

"thump!"

Roger knelt on the ground weakly, the black moon in the distance gradually enlarged, and then invaded his entire world.

"ended!"

At this moment, Roger suddenly regained a little ability to think, and the last thought emerged in his mind.

Then his body fell forward, cold snow covering his face.

The snow turned pitch black.

The world returns to silence.

…………

I do not know how long it has been.

"It's so cold!"

The cold wind raged all over the body.

The clothes on his body were as thin as a piece of paper, and the head of the clothes became a place to be seen by the cold scenery, but soon, this biting cold was transformed into a kind of dry heat from the inside.

But this phenomenon is by no means a good sign.

Then Roger woke up.

He heard the raging wind around him, raised his head and saw nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness. In the cold, his brain seemed to have lost the ability to think. It was not until his body felt a little stiff that he suddenly regained his senses.

"What is this place and why am I here?"

His brain was chaotic, and he instinctively felt that he shouldn't be here, but he couldn't figure out the clues.

"and many more!"

"who I am?"

"By the way, I'm Roger."

Thinking of his own name was like flipping a switch, a flash of inspiration exploded in his mind, and at the same time, a series of memories flashed before his eyes.

"Baytown...Europe...sunrise...everything."

"That's right, Han Chuan!"

"Am I fighting against the Jackdaw Sword Master?"

"Why are you here?"

Roger thought hard, he quickly remembered the last black and white he saw, and his heart jumped to realize a problem.

"I am dead?"

"Killed by the Jackdaw Sword Master?"

"What is it now?"

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and saw a pair of withered palms, but there was no doubt that this was not his original body.

"Could it be that my body is reborn into another body after death?"

Thinking of this, Roger muttered in his heart.

But nothing happened after the count.

"The Hunter's Hut is invalid?"

Roger's face changed greatly.

In an unfamiliar environment, the Hunter's Hut is his only trump card at the moment.

But soon, he suppressed the doubts in his heart, shrank his body into a ball, and walked away with his stiff legs.

Just now, he seemed to see a little light flashing in a certain direction ahead.

The top priority is to find a warm place, exposed to the outside in this environment, and it will not take long for him to be covered in snow and wind into a corpse.

The current situation has not yet been clarified, and Roger does not want to freeze to death here.

Thinking as he walked, he diverged his thoughts and pondered other possibilities.

The rules in the Hunter's Lodge come from the wizarding world.

It was a chaotic age.

Monsters are roaming, beacon smoke is everywhere, and chaotic and disorderly life is precarious.

"Did I come to the wizarding world this time?!"

He quickly recalled relevant information related to the trial of green grass, and various herbal knowledge and alchemy flashed in his mind, which made Roger feel a little at ease.

If he can find these things, even if there is no hunter's hut, he may be able to try to configure the potion, and then become stronger again through the grass trial.

But this is only possible, after all, without the influence of the hunter's hut, many rules may not take effect.

His body gradually became numb, the temperature around him was too low, and his current body was obviously malnourished for a long time, and his ability to keep out the cold was extremely poor.

It was Roger's willpower to keep going.

After all, this frail body carries the soul of an adult, and the past experience has made Roger's will very tough.

Finally, when Roger almost lost control of his body, he saw a looming wooden house in the long snowstorm.

"cabin?!"

With joy in his heart, Roger walked forward quickly, but because of his panic, his stiff body fell forward in the snow.

In this case, once Roger fell down in his physical state at this time, it was very likely that he would not have the strength to get up again.

Even if hope was in sight, he would freeze to death outside the house in despair.

flutter!

The snow in front of him was so thick that Roger fell to the ground, his thin body almost completely covered by snow.

He struggled to stand up, but his hands were out of order, and his arms were waving randomly in the snow.

The loose cuffs were filled with snow, and the cold was taking away the last bit of body heat, and the movements of the arms became slower and slower.

He raised his head and tried to shout, if there were people in the room, his voice might be heard by others.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, the cold wind poured into his mouth, blocking Roger's words.

"Stand up, I have to figure out a way to get up and walk into that cabin!"

In this environment, Roger's brain was surprisingly calm. He slowly retracted his arms and exerted force on his waist and abdomen at the same time.

Just then he raised his head, and the corner of his eye swept across.

A vague figure seemed to appear in front of the wooden house not far away, and then he saw the figure stumble over.

A force pulled him from the snow, and he could only rigidly let the other do what he did.

Before Roger could speak.

A slightly reproachful voice entered my ears.

"Xunyue, what are you doing running out on such a cold day?"

"If I hadn't discovered you by accident, you would have frozen to death outside the door!"

"Xunyue?!"

Roger's eyes widened sharply.

"Is it the eighth tenth month?"

"what happened?"

"How did I become the Jackdaw Sword Master?!"

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