"How could the power of Shadow Touch fail?"

The question hit Roger's mind like a nail, and what the Jackdaw Sword Master said made him even more shocked.

"He knows?"

"What does he know?!"

Buzzing in his head, the Hunter's Hut was Roger's core secret, but at this time, his biggest secret seemed to have already been exposed to the eyes of others.

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

"Why does he know?"

"It's peeking into my inner ......"

"Or is he just like me!?"

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

He defeated his teacher 20 years ago and killed him, and he lived on the cold river for a long time despite the fact that he was so badly wounded.

I haven't stepped out of the house for 20 years.

Doors, cottages.

and the eccentric power that Roger once felt there.

This made Roger can't help but guess the true origin of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

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

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

The mood was agitated, 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.

Click!

There was a dense sound on his body, even if Roger's mind was lost, but the general defense was still there, but what made him feel frightened was that he could maintain a stable defense under the wild bombardment of the Heavenly Dog Divine Lord's Yin Yang Technique.

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

"Have you forgotten my teachings?"

The voice of the Jackdaw Sword Lord came from afar.

"Focus and persistence!"

"Do you think you have the right to lose your mind in the face of me?"

A burst of laughter was heard.

"Or is it the victory just now that makes you think that defeating the Tengu God Lord can also defeat me?"

"If that's the case, then as a teacher, I don't mind giving you one last lesson."

"A mentoring at the cost of life and death."

The world in front of him was white, and Roger tried to calm himself, even trying to use his ability to try the Touch of Shadows again.

But as soon as this thought arose, it was ruthlessly interrupted by the Jackdaw Sword Master.

There were dozens of meters between the two, but Sen Ran's sword light fell again.

In the white snow, the pitch-black sword light of the main sword of the Jackdaw Sword was particularly conspicuous.

It is like ink rendered on white paper, and it is magnificent.

Regardless of the details of the moves and the changes in power, everything is arbitrary but fits the surrounding rules.

The snow and black swords are organically fused together.

Roger was completely brought into the rhythm of the Jackdaw Sword Master's attack, and at this moment the Alder Sword Seal was still in a state of fusion, although it was not perfect.

But it is also equivalent to Roger having two extreme powers, but even so, when facing the Jackdaw Sword Master, Roger has no determination to win.

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

Powerful and powerful.

This kind of deadly oppression is something that Roger has never experienced in any of his enemies before, but at this moment, he has lost the final hole card that he relied on to escape!

"Hunter's Cabin!"

"As long as I can assimilate a house, I can get out of here with the ability to penetrate."

"That's it, as long as you get out of here, he'll never find me......"

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

He raised his sword to block, but when his mind was lost, his movements slowed down, and the sword of fate was separated, and the brilliant sword light erupted on him.

Roger recognized this style of swordsmanship.

【Snow Moon Flower】

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

"What a disappointment for me!"

"Have you only learned brute force with me?"

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

"Don't take the wrong path, because once you go wrong, there will be no turning back."

Not giving Roger a chance to recover from his injuries at all, the Jackdaw Sword Master's attack became faster and faster, and the black sword light shrouded the entire mountain top of Hanchuan.

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

But then he had no time to think.

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

Everything is thrown out of mind.

There are no distractions in the heart, and all the strength is resisted.

Slow down and hesitate.

He's going to die.

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

"Don't hesitate!"

If he only listened to what the Jackdaw Sword Master said, Roger would probably mistake him for really directing himself, but wandering through the blade, Roger knew that he was in a life-or-death situation at every moment.

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

In this highly concentrated situation, he had forgotten everything, and the Quinn Sword Seal, the Alder Sword Seal, and the Genre Inheritance that had once been stored in the Hunter's Hut all jumped out of his mind.

That's the real limit.

Roger can feel that he is growing rapidly in every encounter, 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 pinnacle of the Extreme Path.

The sword was shining, and Roger's eyes had lost all other colors, leaving only pure black and white.

It was the power of the Jackdaw Sword Master that was eroding his living space, and the raging sword light had already enveloped the area where he could move.

When the blockade was completed, it was also the time when Roger died.

"Too weak, you're still too weak!"

The Jackdaw Sword Lord on the other side suddenly became manic, as if Roger's strength could not satisfy him.

He was like a drunkard who was drinking heartily, only to find himself the only one who was sober in the midst of his struggles.

This state of unstoppability is even more disappointing.

"A little faster, a little stronger!"

"There is only power in your swordsmanship, and there is no real soul!"

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

"I've been waiting for so many years, the most desperate period has passed, if you hold on a little longer."

"Perhaps...... Maybe you'll impress me! ”

The Jackdaw Sword Master's attack suddenly slowed down, but Roger felt the pressure double.

With each sword that the man swung out, he could clearly discern the trajectory of its movements, the turning and turning of its power.

But it was useless, he couldn't dodge, he couldn't block, and Roger couldn't imagine how many rounds he would be able to hold out in such an attack without the protection of Quinn's sword seal.

Is he as strong as he is now, or was he already that strong twenty years ago?

Can such a Jackdaw Sword Master really be defeated?

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

Probably just because he needs a close opponent.

Whoever this person is, as long as it excites him and allows him to have a hearty fight, it is enough.

"You've all let me down so much."

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

He sighed and swung his final sword, which did not fall on Roger but slashed across his cheek, knocking the sword of fate out of Roger's hand.

The power in the body was exhausted, and in this situation of extreme squeezing, the Alder Sword Seal had been completely fused, and a new hint appeared on the notice board.

But all this Roger had no way of knowing, not only his strength, but also his spirit was completely drained, and at this time, the movements of the Jackdaw Sword Master suddenly stopped, and endless emptiness surged 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 down, making a trajectory in the air and sticking it into the snow.

Everything in front of you is intertwined with black and white, this is the pure world.

Life and death, black and white.

It belongs to the Jackdaw Sword Master's [Senluo Hell]

Roger stood stunned as he saw the Jackdaw Sword Lord turn around, and on the man's back, a black moon filled the last bit of space around him.

At the same time, Senluo Hell was launched.

"Plop!"

Roger fell to his knees weakly, and the black moon in the distance gradually enlarged, and then invaded his entire world.

"It's over!"

At this moment, Roger suddenly regained a little ability to think, and one last thought popped into his mind.

Then his body fell forward, and the icy snow covered his face.

The snow turned pitch black.

The world is silent.

…………

I don't know how long it took.

"It's cold!"

The cold wind was raging and the whole body was cold.

The clothes on his body were as thin as a piece of paper, and the clothes and mouths became a place for cold scenery, but soon, this biting cold turned into a kind of dry heat from within.

But this phenomenon does not bode well.

Then Roger came to his senses.

He heard the wind raging around him, raised his head and saw only a white expanse, and his brain seemed to lose the ability to think in the cold, until his body felt a little stiff, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

"What is this place, and how am I here?"

His brain was in chaos, and he instinctively felt that he shouldn't be here, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Wait!"

"Who am I?"

"By the way, I'm Roger."

Thinking of his name was like flipping a switch, and a little aura exploded in his mind, and at the same time, a series of memories flashed in front of his eyes.

"Bay Town...... Europe...... Sunrise...... Permanent. ”

"That's right, Hankawa!"

"Am I not fighting the Jackdaw Sword Master?"

"How did you end up here?"

Roger thought hard, and he soon remembered the last black and white he saw, and his heart skipped a beat to realize a problem.

"I'm dead?"

"Killed by the Jackdaw Sword Master?"

"What is it now?"

He shuddered and reached out to see a pair of cracked 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 thought silently in his heart.

But nothing happened after a count.

"The Hunter's Hut is out of service?"

Roger's face changed dramatically.

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

But soon, he suppressed the doubts in his heart, curled 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.

It is imperative to find a warm place to be exposed in this environment, and it will not be long before he will be covered in the wind and snow and become a corpse.

The situation hasn't been clarified yet, and Roger doesn't want to freeze to death here.

As he walked, he diverged his mind and pondered other possibilities.

The rules inside the Hunter's Hut come from the wizarding world.

It was a chaotic time.

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

"Could it be that this time I'm in the wizarding world?!"

He quickly recalled the relevant information related to the Grass Trial, and all kinds of herbal knowledge and alchemy flashed through his mind, which made Roger's heart feel a little reassured.

If he could find them, even if he didn't have a hunter's hut, he might be able to try to concoct potions and then become strong again through the Grass Trial.

However, this is only possible, after all, without the influence of the Hunter Hut, many rules may not be in 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 withstand the cold was extremely poor.

Being able to move on is entirely supported by Roger's willpower.

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

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

"Cabin?!"

Overjoyed, Roger walked forward quickly, but in a panic, his stiff body fell forward in the snow.

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

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

Strike!

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

He struggled to his feet, but his hands were no longer in order, and his arms were waving wildly in the snow.

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

He looked up and shouted as hard as he could, and if there was someone in the room, his voice might be heard by the others.

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

"Stand up, I've got to find a way to get up and walk into that cabin!"

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

At that moment, he raised his head, and the corner of his eye swept over.

A faint figure seemed to appear in front of the door of the wooden house not far away, and then he saw the figure stumbling towards him.

A force pulled him up from the snow, and he could only stiffen at his mercy.

Before Roger could speak.

A slightly reproachful voice came into his ears.

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

"If I hadn't accidentally found you, you would have frozen to death outside the door!"

"Moon?!"

Roger's eyes widened.

"Eighty months?"

"What's going on?"

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

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