Chiyoko Miyanori left with the cardinals.

Along with the corpse of Yuan Guanghai, Roger stood in place, looking at the house not far away that had a big hole in it.

If it weren't for Gong Ze taking the spiritual infusion method stolen by Yuan Guanghai and the others, then Roger really wanted to quietly take the spiritual infusion method, and then take Sunset Qianxia to leave here.

From the identities of Cardinal and Hara Kokai, Roger was able to deduce a lot of things.

First of all, within the Funiu Sword Mansion, it is forbidden for formal disciples to have any personal affairs between them.

The ratio of men and women in the Barberry Sword House is very exaggerated, with more men and fewer women, which has not attracted too many people's attention.

But at this time, thinking of some rumors about the Barberry Sword House, as well as the huge draft-like activity not long ago, Roger was able to speculate too much information.

He could almost conclude that the origin of the inheritance of the Barberry Sword House must be inseparable from the transcendents of the Western world.

This distinctly bloodline-like way of connecting is unique to the Western world.

"How long ago was that?"

"Is it a huge family that came to the eternal world by mistake, or ......?"

If the Western world, where the Privy Council exists, and the eternal world where the sunrise is located, there is also a passage to communicate with each other.

And what about other places?

This is not a simple regional connection, it is geographically bordered.

This involves the evolution of the rules of the world, which would be an extremely complex issue.

Without further thought, Roger made a brief search of the house to make sure that nothing was missing, and then quickly left the village and returned to Blacktail City.

At the same time, on a high hill far from the village, there were several more figures, led by a man wearing a red tengu mask.

The man's robe reached almost the ground, and his whole body was tightly wrapped, and the red on the mask seemed to be able to turn into blood dripping down at any moment.

"It's the people of Jianlu, are we going to make a move?"

An emaciated man bowed and said.

"Do you want to die?"

"This is the place of the Barberry Sword House, and the woman who appeared just now is Miyanori Chiyoko, one of the three peak masters."

"What are you going to beat him with?"

"With your tongue?"

The man in the tengu mask kicks the talking guy over.

"Let's go back!"

"My lord, is that all?"

"We still have a chance, it seems that Hanchuan's progress is also very fast, what do you say the Jackdaw Sword Master is going to do when he sends his newly recruited students here?"

The man sneered.

"That kid might have something we wanted."

"I heard that the Arashi Shadow God Lord wanted to kill that kid but was stopped by the Jackdaw Sword Lord, if we can kill him......"

Someone spoke.

The man in the tengu mask didn't say anything, and disappeared into the sky.

All was silenced.

In front of the dilapidated hut, only a puddle of blood left by Hara Mitsukai before his death remained.

Blood seeped into the ground as it ran down the damp soil.

Little by little, it disappears.

It had been a few days since Roger left Qinglu Mountain, and he didn't return immediately after returning to Blacktail City, so he needed to give Miyanori Chiyoko a little time.

He took out the book given to him by Chiyoko Miyanori, but the thin booklet contained everything, and Roger was dazzled by it.

He didn't know if these inheritances handed over to him by Chiyoko Miyanori were all collected since the establishment of the Funiu Sword House.

Probably not, but even if it was only what she could reach, the amount was staggering.

I didn't put much effort into this, but I put books into the library, and as I collected more information about the genre, the library became more and more powerful.

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

The time was about the same, and Roger Point directly returned to the city at the foot of Qinglu Mountain through teleportation.

The city streets are filled with the smell of cherry blossoms, and after a few days of not being here, it becomes lively again.

It seems that it should be the day when the girls who were selected for Daughter's Day not long ago went up the mountain together.

In addition to the selected girls, there was also an endless stream of other onlookers, and every girl was dressed up in a show.

The specific selection criterion should not be beauty, because in the crowd, Roger also saw several girls who were not very outstanding.

Walking to the mountainside, Roger separated from the crowd, and the whole ceremony was tedious, and the girls had to go to the courtyard on the mountainside before going up the mountain, bathing and repairing.

After knowing some basic information, etiquette and corresponding taboos, you can be sent to the top of the mountain in batches.

Guessing the truth of the matter, he couldn't help but sigh for a while, this huge event in front of him changed the fate of the vast majority of people.

What they don't know is that they are nothing more than tools to those who live on the top of the mountain.

As he continued to walk upward, 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 the Jackdaw Sword Master?"

Seeing the eagerness in the other party's eyes, Roger remembered the fierce face in front of the Funiu Sword Mansion a few days ago, and he instantly understood something.

"No, you're mistaken."

He shook his head and continued to walk upward.

The young man's momentum was slightly confused, and at this time Roger had already walked past him, "You're that Roger, aren't you?" ”

The young man shouted loudly, but Roger was not even in the mood to look at him, but soon his face sank slightly, because a figure with a sword appeared again in his path.

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

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

These people are coming for him.

"This is the ...... of Qinglu Mountain"

"But Barberry Sword House has no right to interfere with our revenge!"

It was the young man behind Roger who spoke.

"Are you here for revenge or for fame?"

Roger sneered.

The Eight Masters are famous and have been walking all year round, but Roger has never heard of anyone approaching the Eight Masters to pay off the debt owed by the Jackdaw Sword Master.

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

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

"Kill you and you can avenge my family!"

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

"Whatever you want."

Roger could almost imagine the look on the face and tone of voice on the Jackdaw Sword Master as he said those two words.

"Was all this what he expected?"

While thinking in his heart, the movements of Roger's hand did not stop, and fate suddenly appeared in his hand, his body retreated, and the sword of fate blocked the opponent's attack in the flash of lightning.

While!

Laugh at!

Immediately after Roger's wrist shook, the sword of fate grazed the blade of the opponent, and he turned around with a wrong step on his waist and came to the opponent's side.

In the next second, the sword of fate stabbed out like a poisonous dragon, and with the blood light, an arm was cut off by Roger!

Yes!

And at this time, the screams had just sounded.

Roger turned to look at the other person standing in front of him.

"Are you still going to make a move?"

"I promise, whoever draws their sword at me next, be prepared to be killed by me!"

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

"Get out of here!"

"If you don't come, I'll come!"

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

The man held a long stick as thick as an arm in his hand, his spiritual power shook, the lion's roar shook the sky, the man fell from the sky, and the long stick in his hand smashed towards Roger like a meteorite!

"It was the Tang Lion Yuda Hiroshi who killed you!"

This is a fourth-order mid-stage, and his strength is much stronger than the young man who attacked Roger just now, and the Guardian Spirit Tang Lion is known for its violent attack power.

The opponent first shocked Roger with a roar, and then seized the opportunity to strike blatantly!

There were no too complicated moves, and before he could get closer, the coercion of spiritual power enveloped the entire space, and the young man who had just had Roger's arm cut off was close to fainting in the roar.

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

Three months ago, in the face of this kind of qi locking completely hard play, Roger could only see the moves, but at this time he didn't even think about it, and subconsciously appeared in his mind the inheritance of one genre after another.

His body only trembled slightly, and the ripples formed by the spiritual power shattered the surrounding confined space, and he got rid of the lock of the qi machine, and his body moved sideways to avoid the opponent's attack.

When he raised his hand, the sword of fate had already fallen on the opponent's guardian spirit.

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

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

"No matter how strong the move is, it will fall behind."

"Many truths in swordsmanship are the same, you have to understand your truth, as for other people's paths, just crush them!"

The words of the Jackdaw Sword Lord flashed through his mind, and the Sword of Fate in his hand hesitated slightly, but in the next moment, Roger held it tighter.

The size of the Tang lion was huge, and it was like a hut lying there, and Roger stood in front of it, even a little ridiculously small.

But soon, no one would be able to laugh out loud anymore.

The sword of fate landed on Tang Lion's forehead at a speed that seemed to be slow, but was actually swift.

Crackling!

A faint voice sounded, followed by a series of explosions, which grew louder and louder, and then, under the horrified gaze of the others, the huge guardian spirit shattered!

"What happened?"

On the way up the mountain, there were many people stopping in front of Roger.

At the foot of Qinglu Mountain, the only rule for these Avengers to abide by is one-on-one, as long as Roger can go up the mountain and enter the core area of the Funiu Sword House, no one can attack him again.

But although the road in front of me is narrow and short, it is almost ten steps and one person, and even one-on-one is almost impossible to accomplish.

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

"My Guardian Spirit!"

The spiritual power in his body was disordered, and he tried hard several times, but every time before it could take shape, an inexplicable force would explode in his body, crushing his condensed spiritual power!

When he was stunned, Roger had already drawn his sword again, and no one noticed that Roger's state was a little strange at this time, although he locked on to the enemy in front of him, but his eyes seemed to have no focus.

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

"Is this the solution?"

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

Laugh at!

In the frightened gaze of the middle-aged man, his forehead was pierced by the sword of fate, Roger's gaze was cold, he didn't notice when he took out the sword, and the blush on the edge of the sword of fate became even more dazzling.

Knock knock!

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

Roger stepped forward with his sword, and although others were standing low, they could be swept by his gaze, and everyone had the illusion of being looked down on.

"Next!"

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

"I'm coming!"

A figure swept by the mountain road like a gale, and appeared beside Roger, and in the midst of the furious charge, a fiery horse with a burning flame all over its body broke through the sky!

Guardian Spirit!

"Remember me, I'm Mishima...... Yes......! ”

After a scream, the swift figure was split in two as soon as it appeared, and his guardian spirit disintegrated at the same time.

Roger's gaze was calm, he didn't look at the body that had been cut in half, and continued to look forward to lock on to the next figure.

"Next!"

It was only three seconds before and after, and a fourth-order died tragically on the spot.

Stomp.

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

Two corpses lay across the road, and everyone who shot it needed to think carefully.

Because there's a good chance he'll be next.

"Next!"

A mechanical, indifferent voice urged.

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

"You just let those jumping clowns do those dirty things in the name of revenge in the name of the so-called fair duel in Qinglu Mountain?"

Chiyoko Miyanori sneered.

The Barberry Sword Lord's gaze was calm, and it wasn't until a long moment that he frowned.

"It's the price he's paying."

The Barberry Sword Lord snorted coldly.

Chiyoko Miyanori seemed to want to say something, but after hesitating, she still chose to remain silent.

Because she is also responsible for this matter.

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

"Rules are rules!"

Miyanori Chiyoko's face changed, and she couldn't help but blurt out: "What about you?" ”

As soon as the words came out, she regretted it.

"Get out."

The Barberry Sword Lord said stiffly.

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

Chiyoko Miyanori 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 the things of the Barberry Sword House?"

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

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