Let's go. ”

The courtyard door opened, and the Jackdaw Sword Lord looked at Jianjiao, who was kneeling on the floor of the verandah.

"Wait outside." He casually commanded, and walked into the quiet courtyard through the snow.

Jianjiao didn't get up, and he didn't know what to call the man in front of him, so he could only lower his head, "I'm ready, I can start at any time." ”

Then he looked up and glanced at Nao Yuuki.

"Let her go down the mountain and leave Hanchuan."

"Okay." The Jackdaw Sword Lord said without any hesitation.

A relieved smile appeared on Jian Jiao's face, and then he stood up and walked over to the Jackdaw Sword Master.

"What should I do?"

"Don't you have to say goodbye to her?"

The Jackdaw Sword Lord asked.

Once the sword is in hand, it means that Jianjiao will gradually lose himself and become a puppet.

"No need."

Jianjiaotou didn't reply.

"What needs to be said has been said."

"It's fine."

Yuuki Nao's cheeks twitched slightly, but she didn't say anything, just silently knelt down and bowed her head, then got up and walked outside.

The whole body exuded a white luster, and a pair of thin wings appeared behind Nao Yuuki, and then the whole person turned into a streamer and left the courtyard and flew into the distance.

From beginning to end, Jianjiao's figure did not move, and he pursed his lips and stubbornly stared at the snow under his feet.

The Jackdaw Sword Lord sighed, "You have a better talent than a celebrity, but it's a pity that your heart is not ruthless enough. ”

"Don't you feel sad that you've lived for others all your life and have no goals of your own?"

"Only the weak can hope in others, and you disappoint me."

Jianjiao smiled miserably, "My fate has been doomed since I came to Hanchuan, does it matter if I have a goal or not?" ”

"Let's get started."

"It's been too long."

He didn't want to say more, so he just shut up.

The Jackdaw Sword Master stretched out his right hand, his index finger stirred slightly, and a streamer of light from the hut on the top of Hanchuan Mountain passed through the door at an extremely fast speed, crossed the sky and landed in the courtyard.

It was a pitch-black sword.

"Pick up this sword, and let go of all your mind."

Jian Jiao stretched out his pale hand and grasped the hilt of the sword without hesitation, and there was a cold touch in the palm of his hand, and that cold went straight to the bottom of his heart, devouring his entire soul.

The scene in front of him spread out like ink, and Jian Jiao felt that his perception was magnified and then reduced again, and in the chaos, he saw many strange scenes.

Strange cities, peculiar towers, looming coercion, and a huge and powerful eyeball.

Dragon!

He soon realized that what he was seeing was part of the memory that belonged to the Jackdaw Sword Lord, and where he didn't know it, the fusion had already begun.

In the process, he saw more and more things, his eyeballs gradually expanded, and the aura inside was peeled off little by little, while at the same time, the Jackdaw Sword Lord standing opposite him also began to blur.

Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to understand something, and his eyes calmed down, and he let out a long breath.

"I see."

"My father."

The cold wind swept through the courtyard, rolling up the snow.

This narrow courtyard, which had been quiet for months, could no longer find the warmth of the past, and only a figure remained in the empty courtyard.

Emaciated, with a sword in one hand.

I don't know how long it took before a tentative voice came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Father?"

The courtyard door was pushed open, and a burly figure broke the silence and walked in, and then he saw a figure standing in the courtyard.

There was silence on the young face, but the vicissitudes of age were revealed in his eyes.

The pale palm slowly tightened, a streamer flashed on the black sword, and slowly, the face changed slightly.

It seems to be a corner, but from another angle, it seems to have become a different face.

"You've made it!" The celebrity looked delighted.

That powerful and unrivaled Jackdaw Sword Lord broke through the blockade of lifespan and descended again.

The Yata celebrity was excited, he knew that his father was strong, and at his peak there was almost no one who could resist him.

Except for the one at the shrine......

Thundered!

At this moment, a fierce battle suddenly sounded at the foot of the mountain, and at the same time, a thick bloody aura also spread.

Although I didn't see anyone coming, I just felt that this breath would also make ordinary cultivators' minds vibrate, and they couldn't exert their original power.

"What's going on?"

The Yaga celebrity was shocked, but the Jackdaw Sword Master standing in front of him remained calm, and he took a deep breath, as if to discern the tyranny hidden in that bloody aura.

There was a hint of confusion on the face of the Jackdaw Sword Master, "An old friend is here. ”

"Old friends?"

The muscles on the bodies of the Yata celebrities are tense, and the people who can be turned into old friends by the Jackdaw Sword Master are each of them true to the extreme.

"Who is it?" The Yaga celebrity was strange in his heart, he had witnessed almost every important battle of the Jackdaw Sword Master, but after searching through his memory, he still couldn't find a strong person who matched this breath.

The Jackdaw Sword Lord didn't answer, but walked out with his sword, and behind him, an extra round of black moon appeared on his blank back.

A faint shadow can be seen in the silhouette of the black moon.

It was a three-legged black standing sideways.

The pitch black of his body almost blended with the moonlight, except that his eyes reflected a little white.

At the same time, Jianjiao's pitch-black pupils also disappeared, replaced by a shocking white.

"Poof!"

At the foot of the mountain, a blood-red figure drew the twin knives in his hand with an expressionless face.

With a casual wave of his hand, he could kill all the enemies in his path, but for some reason, deep down he didn't want to do so.

He prefers close quarters to gratuitous crushing, feeling the feel of the blade cutting through the musculoskeletal and the warmth of the blood splashing on his face.

The enemy in front of him could not arouse any interest, he mechanically raised his hand and fell, and then went back and forth, but deep down he was thinking hard.

Until there were no more active enemies in front of him, his sword-wielding hand froze in the air, and then he looked up and saw two figures standing near the top of the mountain.

"What should I call you?"

He heard the young man with his old eyes ask.

"Lonely Mountain? Or something else? ”

Everything in front of him was stained red with blood, and he shook his head irritably, but a voice welled up from the bottom of his heart, "It's him, take him back!" ”

The Jackdaw Sword Lord sighed, "It's a shame that you didn't get out of that thing's grip after all. ”

"It looks like the methods I offered you to you have failed."

Sunset Gushan's hands were trembling, but soon the voice in his heart became louder and louder, the chaos in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his trembling palms tightened.

"I don't know who you are, but I can only be freed if I kill you!"

He let out a roar, his swords intertwined, and a brilliant bloody light was slashed.

"As long as you persist for a little longer, I can help you, help you completely solve the hidden dangers on your body, and even go further."

The Jackdaw Sword Lord shook his head.

"You've survived the most difficult decades, but you've fallen short before you succeed."

"Sunset Lonely Mountain, let me end your pain."

The Jackdaw Sword Lord said expressionlessly, but a trace of imperceptible emotion flashed in the depths of his eyes.

At that moment, a voice was heard in the clouds in the distance.

"It seems like I'm not here at the right time."

Hearing this voice, the Yachi celebrity didn't feel anything, but after feeling the breath on the other party's body, his face changed wildly, and he took out the big sword on his back almost instantly.

There was also a hint of surprise on the face of the Jackdaw Sword Master, "Tengu. ”

"Since when did you stop recognizing me as a teacher?"

The thick clouds burst open, revealing a face covered in metal.

"Was it when you overtook me, or after you plunged my weapon into my chest?"

The metal mask on the Tengu Divine Lord's face actually fused with the flesh and skin on his face, and as he spoke, the metal face also changed a little.

It's not the joy of reunion, it's the bitter hatred!

The Jackdaw Sword Lord looked intently at his former teacher, "It seems that you still failed." ”

"Failure?"

The Tengu Divine Lord sneered, "I've never been so good as I am at this moment! ”

"A younger body, more strength, that means I have plenty of time to push the envelope!!"

"In addition, I will completely end this troubled world, let everything merge, and start a new era."

The Jackdaw Sword Lord shook his head, and there was even a hint of pity in the depths of his eyes, "You don't understand anything. ”

The Tengu Divine Lord laughed angrily, his cold face looked extremely hideous, his eyes fell on Sunset Mountain, his pupils shrank slightly, and he also sensed the strength of Sunset Mountain.

"I'm obviously not the only one who hates you."

The Jackdaw Sword Master didn't care about this, "Do you want to be together?" ”

"No!"

The Tengu Divine Lord shook his head, "I prefer the pleasure of killing you alone!" ”

"It's a pity, you're destined never to understand it."

After saying that, the Jackdaw Sword Lord ignored the powerful enemy in the sky, clenched the weapon in his hand and looked at the Sunset Mountain.

"Come on, first of you."

"And then there's that thing!"

Rumble!

The blood light rushed to the sky, the double knives of the lonely mountain were waved at dusk, and in the snow flying, the sword light engulfed the figures of the two people!

At the same time, on Qinglu Mountain, Roger, who was sitting at the foot of the statue, slowly raised his head, he felt two powerful breaths, strange, but did not belong to the Tengu Divine Lord.

In the cover of the Barberry Sword Lord, he had already seen the strength of the Tengu God Lord, and he had already been mentally prepared for this.

"Bang!"

The first to fall to the ground was a cyan figure, a strong man comparable to Roshan, more than three meters tall, and the skin on his body was as rough as a rock.

Followed by the second person, his body flashed in the air in a trance a few times, and the voice came from all directions.

"You're that Roger?"

"There's nothing special about it."

"Where's the Tengu Priest?"

Roger looked up, his body relaxed, and he didn't have the slightest sense of crisis when facing a great enemy.

Because it's really not necessary.

The faint aura on the other party's body reminded Roger that this was the Lord from the Constant Darkness.

But so what?

At this time, Roger, below the pole, can be ignored.

"You don't need a god to deal with you."

The mountain-like figure opened its mouth and let out a roar, his voice as rough as the whining wind in a valley.

"Where is he?" Roger asked.

"It's nothing to tell you, Lord Divine went to Hankawa."

The next moment, without any sound, the hill-like figure appeared in front of Roger, and the fist, which was larger than the body of an ordinary adult, smashed down violently.

His whole body was connected to the earth, and black smoke poured into his body under his feet, and the swollen breath of his body blocked all of Roger's moving areas.

Roger didn't dodge, but raised his hand casually.

He wanted to test his defenses at this point.

Tong!!

There was a roar in the air, and a furious wave of air escaped, crushing the already precarious building to a pulp.

The earth shook like a wave beneath his feet, but Roger himself did not move, nor did the expression on his face change.

After being promoted, the defense gained was far beyond Roger's imagination, and although he felt the impact from the opposite side, it had little impact on him.

The world after the pole is really different.

A burst of joy rose in his heart, and at this moment the stormy attack fell again.

Purely physical attacks, physically-driven combat styles are rare in ordinary times, and in the case of sneak attacks, cultivators with generally low physical fitness can easily suffer in the confrontation.

But in the next few seconds, Qingqiu and Bai Ling both witnessed Roger's terrible.

The kind of defense that can't seem to be broken through even the sky and the earth.

"It's weird!"

"His strength is strange, no one can resist my attacks without getting hurt, not even the Extreme Dao Divine Master!"

Qingqiu roared.

Bai Ling, who had an indifferent face, also changed her face, her body jumped, and countless phantoms appeared in all directions, the figures overlapped and split, and energy was transmitted from the ground and the void.

It was the energy of the Darklands.

"I'll help you!"

Bai Ling shouted loudly, her body hidden in countless phantoms, making it impossible to distinguish which was the real body.

But at this moment, Bai Ling saw that the young man who had been resisting Qingqiu's attack suddenly raised his head and looked over.

And that's where her essence is.

"It's too late."

Roger spoke, and the next second he let go of the limit, instantly pushing his strength to the same level as his defense.

Bang bang bang!

Without any defense, Roger let Qingqiu's attack fall on him, and he fought back against all the pressure in the stormy attack.

There is no sword of fate, no tricks, pure violence and collision.

Fist to flesh.

At first, Qingqiu could barely resist Roger's attack, his body was huge and his strength was extremely terrifying, but it was only a few breaths.

In the midst of the furious bombardment, he found that his fists and arms began to crumble in the impact.

The injury spread to the shoulder and chest.

And then it was a complete defeat.

The flesh and blood of his arm flew, revealing Sensen's white bones, and his body flew upside down under the impact of the powerful force.

But in the process, Roger did not flinch in the halfest, he stepped on the earth, like a raging giant bear knocking Chunqingqiu's body off the top of the mountain.

Then step by step downward.

In the course of the attack, dust flew and trees fell, and the confrontation between the two touched the already fragile mountain, and then caused a new round of disintegration.

At this time, Bai Ling's Yin-Yang Technique, which had been preparing for a long time, had not yet been released, and the terrifying sound of the collision of qi waves and flesh made her mouth and tongue dry, and she was secretly frightened.

Immediately, she noticed that a familiar aura at the core of the battle was fading at an extremely fast speed, and her face changed wildly.

Bai Ling instantly interrupted the power of the explosion, and his body flew into the distance with a flash.

At this time, the dust settled, and in the midst of the ruins, Roger stepped on the broken body of Qingqiu and looked somewhere in the sky.