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

Roger pierced Shinnosuke's throat with a sword, and at the same time, Zuo Cheng also appeared behind Roger, the power on his body was like a mountain, and his palm was red, as if it would fall on the back of Roger's head in the next moment.

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

There was a heavy sound of breaking wind behind his head, feeling the power of the other party's body, Roger did not hesitate, the red on his face flashed, and his body jumped forward.

The sword of fate slashed down with his forward charge.

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

Although Zuocheng attacked Roger, the vast majority of his attention was still on the hut not far away.

He's on guard, on guard against the Jackdaw Sword Master.

But until his palm landed on Roger's back, the snow-capped mountains on the screen were still there, the cold wind blew, and the houses in the distance did not change at all.

Laugh at!

Crash!

Roger opened the Quinn Sword Seal, his defense increased, and he resisted the pressure, while his arms slammed into force, from his throat to his crotch, and poor Shinosuke was directly cut in half under the double blow.

Roger steadied himself, the light on his face flashed, and at his feet, Shinnosuke, who was split in half, was not dead.

He struggled as if trying to recover from his injuries by sucking in life, but the next second Roger lifted the ball of his foot.

Click!

Shinosuke stopped struggling.

"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 suit.

He has short ear-length hair and a beautiful appearance, but his eyes are full of resentment when he looks at Roger at this time.

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

Zuo Cheng roared angrily, Ya Ya Liu's swordsmanship has always been known for attacking, he didn't expect that the young man in front of him not only attacked fiercely, but also defended very terrifyingly.

Originally, an attack that was nine out of ten sure fell on the other party, but it only made him change his face.

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

"Die!"

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

It was like carrying a heavy mountain on his body, and his spiritual power became stagnant, and the feeling he felt when he faced Lord Kurokawa not long ago reappeared.

But Roger was clearly aware of the differences.

Compared to the Kurokawa Lord, the deterrent power shown by the left city is much weaker.

He saw that the other party's old face was full of hideousness, and then opened his palm, and the spiritual power contracted to wrap himself, and every trace of spiritual energy was like a greedy python, wanting to scramble into Roger's body and squeeze every trace of his vitality.

The same power, exerted by Sajo, is much, much stronger than Shinnosuke.

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

One is permanent and the other is a temporary enhancement.

In the long run, Scourge without too many side effects is obviously better suited for inheritance, while cats are too extreme.

It is for this reason that Roger showed great resistance to Shinnosuke's special ability, but in the face of Zuo Cheng, his advantage was gone.

"The same sword master, in addition to strength and weakness, is there any other division?"

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

Click!

It was as if the confined space had been destroyed, and a large part of the strength in his body was instantly lost, and at the same time, Roger also got rid of control a little and hid to the side!

Bang!

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

Having come into contact with several powerhouses at the sword master level, Roger also has some understanding of that level.

In his opinion, the so-called road should be an understanding of some kind of rule, which is of course not control, but just understanding is enough to make the original ordinary attack burst out with terrifying lethality.

This is called the Tao.

A hint of surprise flashed on Zuo Cheng's face, he just wanted to attack again, but at this time, the woman in red had already jumped in front of Roger.

The whirling sticks in their hands are pressed together.

【Red Lotus】

In a fit of rage, the woman shot with all her might, and the timing he chose was just right.

Roger didn't seem to be injured, but getting rid of Zuo Cheng's control made him lose too much strength, and the spiritual power in his body was disordered, and he could barely mobilize it in an instant.

"Die, die!"

The woman roared, with bitter hatred in her eyes, even if Shinnosuke was the first to kill, but in her eyes, Roger obediently waiting for death was the right choice.

Rebellion has become an unforgivable sin.

Immediately after that, the flying whirling stick smashed down on the head and face.

She's going to blast this man into a meat sauce!

Roger doesn't seem to have any means to deal with the disorder of spiritual power, but what they don't know is that there is not only one force in Roger's body.

【Quinn Sword Seal】

Roger's defense skyrocketed.

The sword mark is his core method.

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

That's why I chose spiritual power as the core of the propulsion, just because at sunrise, it's the easiest power to get and elevate.

The power of the bloodline can also be used as a support.

The whirling stick fell, and the woman did not see the scene of Roger's skin breaking flesh and bones, and her attack was completely blocked.

"How is that possible? He's ...... already in the "

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

Only a little dazzling white flashed in front of him, and his mind was snatched up, and the movements in his hands became slow.

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

Syllable!

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

Stretch out your hand and wipe it, blood flowing.

The heart was beating wildly, and the fear of death came over me.

He ...... He ......"

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

"Stand down, it's none of your business here!"

Zuo Cheng snorted coldly, if he hadn't come to the rescue just now, he would have watched his second disciple die in front of him.

This made Zuo Cheng extremely angry, and what made him even more unacceptable was that he saw something familiar from the young man opposite.

He thought of the man he had in his youth.

The same calm and powerful, outstanding swordsmanship.

And, this one in front of you is a thoroughly enhanced version!

Younger, but stronger!

The appearance of a person like the Jackdaw Sword Master is enough to make others of the same era feel sad, if a second appears.

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

Must die, this young man in front of him must die!

Zuo Cheng seemed to have a young face in front of him, that was his most outstanding son, even before he died, the only thing he couldn't let go of was not his father, but the hope of that guy.

Destroy him!

A long stick came out of his hand, and Zuocheng's body burst out, and at this moment he no longer had any reservations, not thinking about the plans of the Tengu Shrine, and had only one goal......

Roger held the sword in both hands, and the pressure on the old man in front of him was like a tide, wave after wave, in this state, instead of flinching, he quickly mobilized the strength of his body.

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

From polar motion to extreme static.

The wind stops and the snow falls.

And 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, tilted his head slightly, and there was an additional figure in front of the open door.

Thin but tall.

The loose robe hung over the body, revealing half of the chest.

There were no weapons in their hands, and they stood there barefoot.

The soles of the feet stepped on the snow, but they did not sink half a minute.

Jackdaw Sword Master - Eight Moons.

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

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

"Is it affecting other people's perceptions?" Roger guessed.

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

"You're finally willing to come out."

"Hehe, you're afraid I'll kill your most proud student?"

Zuo Cheng sneered.

"You can't kill him."

The Jackdaw Sword Master smiled.

"In my heart you are weak, always have been."

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

The power in Zuo Cheng's body surged, like a volcano ready to go.

The Jackdaw Sword Lord shook his head.

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

With that, the Jackdaw Sword Lord stretched out his thin arm.

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

"Now I'm out."

"Give you the answer!"

The familiar feeling struck again, the senses seemed to be deprived, the vision was deviated, it was still blue and white, 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 had seen on the back of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

In the next second, Roger saw the Jackdaw Sword Master reach out and pluck the black moon in the sky!

"Delusion, it must be delusion!"

The strange state made it impossible for Roger to distinguish what he was seeing, but then he heard screams from Zuocheng.

"You're ...... You're ...... Yes! ”

The black moon lowered and then completely enveloped Zuocheng's body.

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

On the contrary, the more the flames burned vigorously and absorbed more things, the faster the flames that enveloped Zuocheng's body collapsed.

"How is that possible?"

"There is no life in your body, how can such a person still live!"

Zuo Cheng's voice was full of horror.

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

Zuo Cheng shouted.

Roger felt his eyes bloodshot, and he struggled to sense everything around him.

This may be the only time in nearly twenty years that the Jackdaw Sword Master has struck.

People who lived in the same era as him were probably already dead, and there were many people who rumored that the Jackdaw Sword Lord was powerful, but no one knew how powerful he really was.

At this moment, Roger sensed.

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

Only a sentence of kneeling bones was left on the snow.

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

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

In addition, the cultivators who were still standing behind Zuo Cheng before also disappeared without exception, kneeling on their knees, their heads resting on the snow, and showing a kneeling posture in front of the Jackdaw Sword Master.

Of the disciples brought by Zuo Cheng, only one was still standing in place.

The woman in red who had attacked Roger just now.

"Go back and tell the people of Tengu Shrine that I'm indeed dying, but I have enough strength to kill anyone in the second before I breathe!"

Boom!

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 farther and farther away, Roger turned his head.

"Blame me for not killing her?"

The Jackdaw Sword Lord asked.

Roger shook his head but didn't squeak, with what he knew about the Jackdaw Sword Master, the old man in front of him was by no means merciful.

Really.

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

"Then, life is better than death."

The snow is flying, and everything seems to be back to normal at the top of the mountain.

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

There were no footprints left in the snow, and he only took one step out of the room from beginning to end.

Roger followed closely behind, and as soon as he walked in, the door behind him closed automatically.

The screen blocking the doorway disappears, and the furnishings in the room come into view.

Everything was no different from when he left, but soon Roger noticed the anomaly in the Jackdaw Sword Master.

Stepping forward, but with each step, the momentum on the Jackdaw Sword Master's body was declining, and with it, his tall body also shrank.

When he walked to the low table where he was drinking on weekdays, the strong man who had just been invincible and killed the scourge in seconds had disappeared, and his body was shriveled up.

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

"Teacher ......"

Roger frowned.

It is no exaggeration to think 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 up in Roger's mind.

There is no life......

With the Guardian Spirit Scourge Fight, in this regard, Zuo Cheng definitely has the most right to speak, and if he says no, he will definitely not be mistaken.

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

His heart fluttered.

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

What about the man in front of you?

Roger's eyes drooped slightly, and his breathing became much smoother.

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