Click. "

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

"Wait outside." He casually ordered and walked into the quiet courtyard with the snow.

Jian Jiao 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 anytime."

Then he raised his head and glanced at Nao Yuki.

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

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

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

"what should I do?"

"Don't say goodbye to her?"

Jackdaw Sword Master asked.

Once grasping the sword, it means that Jianhorn will gradually lose himself and become a puppet.

"no need."

Jian Jiaotou didn't turn back either.

"What should be said has already been said."

"Also."

Nao Yuki's cheek twitched a little, but she didn't say anything, just knelt down in silence and bowed her head, then got up and went outside the house.

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

From the beginning to the end, Jian Jiao's figure did not move anymore. He pursed his mouth and stared stubbornly at the snow under his feet.

The Jackdaw Sword Master sighed, "You have a better talent than celebrities, but unfortunately your heart is not cruel enough."

"You live for others all your life, don't you feel sad that you don't have your own goals?"

"Only the weak will place their hopes on others. You let me down."

Jian Jiao smiled miserably, "My destiny has been doomed since I came to Hanchuan. Is it important to have a goal?"

"let's start."

"The waiting time is too long."

He didn't want to say more, so he closed his mouth.

The Jackdaw Sword Master stretched out his right hand and moved his index finger slightly, a stream of light from the hut on the top of Hanchuan Mountain passed through the door at a very fast speed, across the sky and fell into 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 any hesitation. There was a cold touch in the palm of his hand, and the cold reached the bottom of his heart and swallowed his entire soul.

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

Weird city, special tower, looming coercion, a huge eyeball full of power.

Long!

He quickly realized that the scene he saw was part of the memory of the Jackdaw Sword Master, and where he didn't know it, the fusion had begun.

In the process, he saw more and more things, his eyes gradually expanded, and the look inside was stripped away a little bit, and at the same time, the Jackdaw Sword Master standing opposite him also began to blur.

Before losing consciousness, he seemed to understand something, the emotions in his eyes became calm, and he let out a long breath.

"It turned out to be so."

"my father."

The cold wind swept across the courtyard and rolled up a lot of snow.

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

Thin, holding a sword in one hand.

I don't know how long it took before a sound of temptation came from outside the courtyard.

"father?"

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

There was silence on the young face, but the vicissitudes of age that did not fit into his eyes were revealed.

The pale palms slowly tightened, and a stream of light flashed on the black sword. Slowly, the face changed slightly.

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

"You succeeded!" The Yata celebrity looked overjoyed.

That powerful and unrivaled Jackdaw Sword Master broke through the lifespan and came again.

Yata's celebrity was excited. He knew that his father was strong, and almost no one could resist him at his peak.

Except for the one at the shrine...

Rumble!

At this moment, there was a sudden fierce fighting sound at the foot of the mountain, and at the same time, a strong **** aura spread.

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

"what happened?"

The Yata celebrity was shocked, but the Jackdaw Sword Master standing in front of him was still calm. He took a deep breath, as if to distinguish the tyranny hidden in the **** air.

The Jackdaw Sword Master's face showed a little doubt, "An old friend is here."

"Old friend?"

The muscles of the Yata celebrities are tight, and everyone who can be made an old friend by the Jackdaw Sword Master is a true ultimate path.

"Who is it?" The Yata celebrity felt strange. He had witnessed almost every important battle of the Jackdaw Sword Master, but he still couldn't find the strong man who matched this breath after searching his memory.

The Jackdaw Sword Master did not answer, but walked out with the sword, behind him, a round of black moon appeared on the blank back.

A faint phantom can be seen in the outline of the black moon.

It was a three-legged black dog standing sideways.

The darkness of his body almost blended with the moonlight, but his eyes reflected a little pale.

At the same time, Jian Jiao's dark pupils disappeared, replaced by shocking white.

"puff!"

At the foot of the mountain, a blood-red figure blankly drew out the double knives in his hand.

As long as he waved his hand at will, he could kill all the enemies in front of him, but for some reason, he was unwilling to do so deep in his heart.

Compared to unreasonable crushing, he prefers to fight at close quarters, feeling the touch of a knife's blade cutting through the musculoskeletal area, and the warmth of blood splashing on his face.

The enemy in front of him couldn't arouse any interest, he mechanically raised his hand and fell, and then went back and forth like this, but he was thinking hard deep in his heart.

Until there were no more active enemies in front of him, his hand waving the knife froze in the air, then raised his head and saw two figures standing near the top of the mountain.

"How should I address you as?"

He heard the young man with the old twin pupils questioning.

"Gushan? Or something else?"

Everything in front of him was stained red with blood. He shook his head irritably, but there was a voice from deep in his heart, "It's him, take him back!"

The Jackdaw Sword Master sighed, "It's a pity, you didn't get rid of the control of that thing after all."

"It seems that all the methods I provided you have failed."

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

"I don't know who you are, but only by killing you can I be free!"

He let out a roar, the two knives intertwined, and a brilliant bloodline was drawn.

"As long as I persist for a while, I can help you, help you completely solve the hidden dangers, and even go further."

The Jackdaw Sword Master shook his head.

"You survived the most difficult decades, but fell short before you succeeded."

"Higurashi Gushan, let me end your pain."

The Jackdaw Sword Master said expressionlessly, but there was a hint of emotion that was not easily detectable in the depths of his eyes.

At this moment, a voice came from the clouds in the extreme distance.

"It seems that I am not here at the right time."

Hearing this voice, the Yata celebrity didn't feel anything, but after feeling the breath of the opponent, his face changed wildly, and he took out the Odachi from his back almost in an instant.

The Jackdaw Sword Master's face also showed a hint of surprise, "Tengu."

"Since when did you deny me as a teacher?"

The heavy clouds broke open, revealing a face wrapped in metal.

"From the time you passed me, or after you pierced my chest with a weapon?"

The metal mask on the face of the Tengu God Lord unexpectedly merged with the flesh on his face. When he was speaking, the metal face also changed a little.

It is not the joy of reunion of the old, but the hatred of bones!

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

"failure?"

The Tengu God Lord sneered, "I have never been better than this moment!"

"A younger body and stronger power means I have enough time to explore higher limits!!"

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

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

The God Lord of Tengu smiled back with anger, his cold face looked extremely hideous, his eyes fell on Sunmu Gushan, his pupils shrank slightly and he noticed the power of Sunmu Gushan.

"I am obviously not the only one who hates you."

The Jackdaw Sword Master didn't care about it, "Want to be together?"

"Do not!"

The Tengu God Lord shook his head, "I prefer the happiness of killing you alone!"

"It's a pity, you are destined to never experience it."

After speaking, the Jackdaw Sword Master no longer paid attention to the powerful enemies in the sky.

"Come on, first you."

"Then that thing!"

boom!

The blood rushed into the sky, the sun and sunset solitary mountain brandished the two knives, the snow was flying, the knives swallowed the two figures!

At the same time, on the Qinglu Mountain, Roger, who was sitting at the foot of the statue, slowly raised his head. He felt two powerful breaths, strange, but not belonging to the **** of Tengu.

In the cover of the Bariu Sword Master, he had already seen the power of the Tengu Divine Master, and he was psychologically prepared for it.

"Boom!"

The first thing that fell on the ground was a cyan figure. It was a strong man comparable to Roshan. He was more than three meters tall and his skin was as rough as a rock.

The second person followed, his body flickering in the air a few times, and the voice came from all directions.

"Are you the Roger?"

"There is nothing special."

"Where is the Tengu God Lord?"

Roger raised his head, his body relaxed, and he didn't feel the danger of facing a major enemy at all.

Because there is really no need.

The vague aura on the opponent reminded Roger that this was the Lord from the dark land.

But so what?

Roger at this time can be ignored by the extreme below.

"You don't need Lord God to deal with you."

The Roshan-like figure opened his mouth and let out a roar, his voice rough and rough like the whirring wind in the valley.

"Where is he?" Roger asked.

"It's okay to tell you, Lord God went to Samurai."

The next moment, without any sound, the hill-like figure appeared in front of Roger, violently slammed down with a fist that was bigger than an ordinary adult's body.

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

Roger did not evade, but raised his hand casually.

He deliberately wanted to test his defense at this time.

Humm! !

There was an explosion in the sky, and the violent air wave escaped, smashing the already precarious building into a mess.

The ground under his feet vibrated like a wave, but Roger himself did not move at all, and the expression on his face did not change in any way.

The defensive power gained after promotion was far beyond Roger's imagination. Although he felt the impact of the opponent, the impact on him was minimal.

The world after Jidao is really different.

There was a burst of joy in the heart, and at this time the storm-like attack also fell again.

A purely physical attack, a fighting method driven by the flesh is rare in ordinary life. In the case of a sneak attack, practitioners with generally low physical fitness can easily suffer losses in a confrontation.

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

The kind of defense that can't even be broken through.

"It's weird!"

"His power is weird, no one can resist my attack without getting hurt, even if it is the Supreme God Lord!"

Qingqiu roared.

The indifferent Bai Ling also changed her complexion, her body jumped, and countless phantoms appeared in all directions. The figures overlapped and split, and energy was transmitted from the underground and the void.

That is the energy that belongs to the dark place.

"let me help you!"

Bai Ling shouted, her body was hidden in countless phantoms, making it impossible for people to tell which one was the real one.

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

And there is exactly where she is.

"That's too late."

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

Bang bang bang!

Without any defense, Roger let Qingqiu's attack fall on him, while he fought back against all the pressure during the storm's attack.

Did not use the sword of fate, nor any moves, pure violence and collision.

Fist to the flesh.

At the beginning, Qingqiu could barely resist Roger's attack. He was huge and his power was extremely shocking, but it was just a few breaths.

In the violent confrontation, he found that his fist arms began to collapse gradually during the impact.

The injury spread to the shoulder and chest.

Then he was defeated~lightnovelpub.net~ The flesh and blood of his arm flew away, exposing the white bones. Under the impact of powerful force, his body flew upside down.

But in the process, Roger didn't retreat half a step. He stepped on the ground, like a violent giant bear knocking Chun Qingqiu's body down from the top of the mountain.

Then push it down step by step.

In the course of the attack, the dust was flying, the trees collapsed, the confrontation between the two touched the already extremely fragile mountain, and then caused a new round of disintegration.

But at this time, Bai Ling's long-term onmyoji technique had not been released yet, and the terrible air wave and the collision of the flesh made her 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 burst of power, and his body flew away in a flash.

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