He went deep into the tiger's den but his whereabouts were exposed. He was chased by the swordsmen and almost stepped into the gates of hell. The situation was terrible. To make matters worse, hundreds of evil men were shouting wildly in the distance, rushing towards him like bloodthirsty beasts, shaking the ground and dust rolling. On the lake in front, at least there were stimulating boats approaching at high speed, and rows of flashing crossbow arrows were heartbroken. No matter how you look at it, it was a killing game of catching turtles in the jar, and it was hard to fly.

Oda Nagao laughed wildly: "Baguyalu, you are dead today!"

Just when everyone thought Hu Xiaotian was desperate, he ran to the edge of the island without hesitation, and took advantage of the momentum to jump up, glided six or seven feet away in the wind, and plunged into the lake with a "thump".

The situation suddenly changed, laughter and shouts came to an abrupt end, and the lake shore fell into death silence. Everyone looked at each other with strange eyes. Could it be that the cooked ducks had flew?

Oda Nagao felt uncomfortable as if he had eaten countless flies, his face turned red and shouted: "Shot the arrow!"

The archers on the boat woke up like a dream, loosened their fingers, and the arrow fell like rain, stirring up tiny splashes of water. Unfortunately, the night was dark and the water was deep, and they could not see clearly, so they could only pray that the blind cat would meet the dead mouse. Oda Nagao was furious and shouted, and dozens of other ghosts were holding short swords at the mouth and went into the water to find their targets. Then, he directed a group of evil men to ignite a bunch of bonfires on the shore, extending more than a thousand steps left and right, illuminating the shore, and sent people to patrol along the coast in groups. Soon, more than ten fast boats came after hearing the news, holding torches high on the bow and stern, shuttled back and forth, and launched a net-style search on the water surface ten miles apart.

Time passed quickly, and I worked so hard to make a meal, but I got nothing.

Oda Nagao stared at the water surface, her forehead was exposed, and she was both upset and unwilling. Could that person be transformed by a demon in the water and didn't need to surface to breathe? Even though he had been in the East China Sea for many years, he had never heard of anyone breathing under the water.

Murong Buyi had already arrived at the shore, constantly wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, and murmured: "I'm careless, I'm so careless! For some reason, how could anyone lurk and peep? The Buddha blessed the Supreme Lord, and must catch this little thief, and don't let him talk too much and reveal the secret."

Oda Nagao glanced at him coldly and said in a deep voice: "Murong Jun, the enemy is very proficient in water and may have escaped far. Let them expand their search range as soon as possible and also have to climb a nearby island to search in case he goes ashore to hide. You'd better check the records to see if anyone has spent a lot of money recently and is abnormal in behavior. I suspect there are spies inside you."

Murong Buyi slapped his hands: "It makes sense! The little thief was neither falling from the sky nor jumping out of a stone. Someone must have come forward to cover up and secretly help him land on the island. ** His grandmother (health here is harmonious, you know). If I find out who is a traitor and rob him of being traitors, I must have a skin!" He shouted and cursed a few times, realizing the seriousness of the situation, he ordered all ships to go out overnight and offer a reward of tens of taels of silver to catch the thief. He secretly ordered his confidants to investigate, and would rather kill the wrong one than let go.

After a command, the mess was rushing, and almost all those who could move on the island were moving. If the ancestral grave smoked and luck was gone, I would have no worries about food and drink in my life! I saw ships sailing and anchoring, rushing to leave the dock, and ignition spread out. The scene was spectacular.

After Murong Buyi made all arrangements, he was still worried: "Old Master Oda, the night is vast and the waters are vast. Even if we are in full bloom, how likely will it be to find the enemy?"

Oda Nagao shook his head and said, "Although I want to catch him, I have to admit that our opponents are smart and agile enough. At least before dawn, we have little hope."

Murong Buyi sighed, "Perform your people to keep your destiny, and it depends on your luck! However, after taking a knife, the boy would never be able to cross Luoma Lake, or he would indulge in the bottom of the lake due to excessive blood loss. In that case, the body would not float in two or three days." After a pause, he said, "I am deeply saddened by the death of the second man. Please forgive me and follow the changes and do not affect our business."

Oda Nagato felt ache in his heart, and his murderous intent surged. He gritted his teeth and said, "I heard that the Murong family occupied this place for many years and no foreign enemies came to cause trouble, right?"

Murong Buyi said, "I, a master of Murong, is full of black and white, and has close contact with the government. Which bastard dares to come and find trouble?"

Oda Nobunaga said: "Caru Island is located in the center of the Great Lakes, far away from people. It is neither a famous place nor any treasures are buried. If that is the case, why did the person come?"

Murong Buyi gasped and his eyes flashed: "He didn't come early or late, but he only showed up after we seized the Mongolian princess. Could it be that this was a coincidence?"

Nobunaga Oda said: "Yes, he came for the princess! This person has a weird internal strength, a ruthless and decisive move, and his style of acting is not like a white knight, nor is he like a master from the army. So besides the Qinglong Society, what other forces dare to participate in the battle for Mongolian princesses, and are not afraid of offending the Ming and Mongolian countries?" Even the Murong family, known as one of the five major families, were trembling, for fear of causing disasters to destroy the family, let alone other sects in the martial arts world?

Murong Buyi's heart sank, and an unknown premonition came, and he smiled bitterly: "Others avoid this matter, but only the Demon Cult dares to ignore the imperial power and take the chestnut from the fire!" The Demon Cult has been passed down for thousands of years, and I don't know how many dynasties have participated in, and I don't know how many suppression and encirclements have been suffered. It has always stood firm and is extremely hard.

Oda Nagato's body was shocked, and the cold sword energy burst out, as if the cold winter suddenly came, and said word by word: "Demon Sect? That's the sect where Xuanzong is located! No wonder that boy could block my sword and kill the second man with one sword. It turned out to be the top powerhouse in the Demon Sect! I see that he is full of energy and blood, quick and quick, and should not be over thirty years old. It is very likely that he has obtained the true teachings of Xuanzong and is proficient in the magical skills of the Demon Sect. Murong Jun, how many disciples of Xuanzong have? How are they?"

Murong Buyi whispered: "I heard the head of the family accidentally mention that there are four disciples of Xuanzong - the first disciple Chi Yan, the second disciple Zhan Feng, and the third disciple Cheng Ying. As for the name and origin of the last disciple closed down, it is the most mysterious." The characters of Chi Yan and the three others were briefly described, as well as their famous journey, and they were sweating coldly while talking.

Oda Nagao suddenly raised his knife and slashed his face. Blood gushed out, with a cold and terrifying expression. He said coldly: "Don't guess, the murderer must be the mysterious and unknown disciple! Xuanzong, I swear to let you taste the pain of losing your disciples! Only blood can wash away this hatred."

Murong Buyi shivered and wanted to find a piece of tofu to kill him. Xuanzong is the well-deserved first person in the underworld. He killed super strong men all over the country. If his closed disciple died in Luoma Lake, how could he not be angry? When Xuanzong comes, the sky will collapse and the earth will break, and blood will flow into a river! Oda Nagao can leave and escape into the East China Sea. But what should the Murong family do? Should they bear the anger of Xuanzong alone? The two evils are balanced and they would rather offend the Zhu court than become a mortal enemy of the Demon Cult. At this moment, he couldn't help but secretly glad that the little ancestor was not hacked to death by Oda Nagao, and there was still room for reconciliation, otherwise his intestines would be regretted.

Oda Nagao's eyes looked like a torch, how could he not see his hesitation? He said lightly: "That kid is bold and dares to take risks alone, and there are not even a companion to support him. If he died quietly this trip, would you tell the Xuanzong to know? As long as you keep your mouth shut and destroy the corpse, you will not let the Demon Cult hold the handle. If you disobey and instruct him to leave in private, the Murong family's fleet will not want to go to sea in the future!"

Murong Buyi laughed and said, "Oda, I have always practiced the word "sincere and trustworthiness". When I treat my friends with sincerity and trustworthiness, how can I be foolish about being a relative and suffering from enemies? No matter what else, just for the business of millions of taels per year, I will firmly support you."

Oda Nagao said calmly: "Well said it, let me wait and see!"

Hu Xiaotian didn't know that he had another strong enemy since then. He was using his light skills and drifting into the central mansion like a ghost. Everyone decided that he would try to return to land, so he drove the ship to intercept and blockade. He just went the other way and returned to the enemy's hinterland. It was a trick of control and taking the initiative. When the opponent was futile and had to give up the water search operation, he had countless opportunities to escape safely.

As the saying goes, people die for money, birds die for food. With a large reward, the guards almost left most of them on the boat and tried their luck, which resulted in empty defenses inside and outside the house. Even the collapsed wall was left untreated, and the broken bricks and stones were still scattered on the ground. It was midnight, and the house was pitch black, with only the lights in the southeast corner shining, which was very special.

Hu Xiaotian's heart moved slightly and sneaked away carefully.

The southeast corner is a small courtyard with elegant environment and swaying green bamboos. The buildings are exquisite and reveal a bit of Jiangnan beauty. But in the light and dark places, at least thirty or forty people are waiting for the battle. If you are facing a great enemy, you will never fly in even if you turn into a fly.

Tingyu Pavilion!

Hu Xiaotian looked at it intently and saw two beautiful silhouettes on the window paper in the wing room. They seemed to have a lot of fun and were tired. Most of them were Princess Mingzhu and Saint Honglian. Just looking at this posture, I am afraid that before the situation is clear, the Saint Honglian would not leave half a step, nor would it lower the level of the essence ring. It is like a fool to want to approach Princess Mingzhu quietly.

Since there is no other way, Hu Xiaotian had to temporarily press the idea of ​​saving people, find a secluded and empty room, and use his power to regulate his breathing. Although the wound on his chest has stopped bleeding, Oda Nagato's killing move is so terrible. There are still countless subtle sword energy stubbornly lingering in his body, tearing the muscles of the tendons and veins like files, and it is extremely painful every time he breathes. These fragmentary sword energy are extremely difficult to resolve and are incompatible with Hu Xiaotian's true energy. If they are not completely eliminated for a day, the internal injuries will not be healed in one day, and will have a fatal impact at the decisive battle.

Hu Xiaotian entered into a state of meditation and tried to divide a wisp of true energy and extend it to a thread of knife energy. When the two touched each other, it seemed that the tip of the needle was facing the wheat rays, and it could not be integrated at all, which made his meridians tingling and painful. After trying several times, each time it was not ideal. Unless his internal power level soared by several levels, he could forcibly crush the knife energy with the force of Mount Tai.

Hu Xiaotian decided to change his strategy, look inside, locked in a trace of the weakest sword energy, slowly poked out the spiritual tentacles, approached and sensed its structure carefully. Since it was just a sense of nothingness in the spiritual consciousness, the sword energy did not change violently and remained silently. However, the sword energy contained a fierce and crazy thought. As soon as it touched the mind, it shook, as if it was back to the battlefield just now, Oda Nagao was slashing in front of him with a knife! Hu Xiaotian was shocked all over and suddenly opened his eyes: "It turns out that these sword energy are attached to the master's murderous thoughts, condensed and unborn, neither born nor destroyed!"

Oda Nagao is undoubtedly a peerless swordsman. He uses his sword to prove his way, majoring in killing, and is invincible across the East China Sea. The sword aura he emits is all his unique insights, sharp, brave and ruthless, how can he be easily wiped out? From another perspective, these countless subtle and fragmented sword auras are the countless killer moves made by Oda Nagao, but these killer moves were originally combined into one move, and they were split into countless parts and then their power was sharply reduced. It is not easy for those with low martial arts realm to understand this, let alone crack it. Under normal circumstances, the sword aura disappeared as soon as it ejaculates, and there is no time for the opponent to analyze and guess. However, Hu Xiaotian was injured and did not die, and the sword aura remained and remained, but he got the opportunity to peek into the martial arts realm of Oda Nagao.

It seemed as if a lightning suddenly passed through his mind. He couldn't help but recall Fei Zhixian's domineering and powerfulness, Yan Er's coldness and viciousness, and Hua Xu's fierceness and determination. He played the scene of fighting with these top powerhouses over and over again, peeling off the cocoons, savoring them carefully, and a trace of enlightenment finally came to his heart. At that moment, he used the spiritual consciousness as the heaven and earth, transforming the true energy into an invisible sword, and resolutely slashing towards the weakest sword energy!

The sword intent was shrouded, and the sword energy was immediately touched and instinctively slashed towards each other! In the flash, the sword energy collided violently, and the sound of gold and iron shattering was vaguely heard.

Hu Xiaotian groaned, and blood gushed out of the corner of his mouth. The indescribable stinging pain penetrated into his bone marrow, causing him to faint. Just now, he used attacks against attacks without any concessions, which was equivalent to enduring a sword sword in Oda Nagao's spiritual consciousness and experiencing a test of life and death again. With one blow, the sword energy was broken and the sword energy was dimmed a little. When the blood of the qi subsided, the invisible sword energy condensed for the second time and slashed! Then the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time. When the sixth time, the sword fell down, and the sword collapsed at the same time!

An unprecedented severe pain came, and Hu Xiaotian's eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding at the same time. He tried hard to maintain his mind. At the moment when the sword energy was shattered, his spiritual tentacles wrapped around every debris to feel the mysterious martial arts imprint. But the sword energy dissipated too fast, and it was completely destroyed before he could gain something, leaving no trace.

Hu Xiaotian was not discouraged, and his spiritual sense covered the second sword energy, so a cruel showdown was staged again! In this silent competition, he failed again and again, endured the pain of tearing the soul, and gradually mastered the mystery of the hidden sword energy. If a sword energy is regarded as a spiritual sword, then it will also have traces to follow when it is chopped out, and there are also differences between the blade edge and the back of the sword. Not every point is invincible. As long as you find the flaws, you can break it with one sword! Of course, Hu Xiaotian’s purpose is not simply to eliminate the sword energy. The key is to understand the realm of top power in this way, learn from each other, and then improve his martial arts cultivation.

I don't know that after shattering thousands of sword energy, he has fully mastered the essence of this sword technique - simple, cruel, strong, and killed the enemy with the idea of ​​dying! It emphasizes extreme attack and does not leave any remaining strength to defend. Once a move is made, either you die or I die. On the contrary, his own Shui Rou sword technique was extremely focused on defense. It is weak in attack and it is difficult to threaten the enemy's life. How to learn from the strengths of sword technique and make the sword technique come true.

What about changing the bones and both offense and defense? In a trance, people came one after another, either dancing swords or fencing swords. Sometimes swords and swords fought each other, and sometimes they showed their abilities. Later, Gao Qingcheng, Ouyang Jue, gray-clothed swordsman and other figures emerged in their minds. Various sword techniques and moves flowed through them one by one. Finally, all the sword moves were connected and round, which was wonderful. In the silence, the terrifying sword energy suddenly emanated outwards, and the snatching sounds sounded, and countless sword marks appeared in the house.

He was immersed in the world of cultivation, and his vague sword energy enveloped his whole body without realizing that time passed

The sun rises and the moon sets, and it begins over and over again.

Outside the courtyard where I was cold and silent for a long time, there was a sudden sound of indignant curses, and at the same time, the chaotic footsteps gradually approached. "I'm my grandma, I've been busy for three days and three nights, and I haven't even caught my hair. I'm so tired!" "That bastard is so excited that he sank the bottom of the corpse lake and feed the turtle!" "What do you think that bastard stole? If he dies, wouldn't this treasure worth ten thousand gold never see the light of the day? Tsk tsk, it's a pity." "Don't guess it. I heard that this matter is related to Boss Wei - they were locked in the dungeon! It's better not to know this secret." "Yes, be careful that the disaster comes from the mouth."

Amid the noise, six big men with exhausted expressions and yawning all over the sky walked into the yard. The leader came straight to the door of the room, stretched out his hand casually and pushed it. There was a slight sound of "slam". The two door panels instantly turned into powder, causing him to cough. Everyone was shocked and looked in through the opening door. They suddenly saw a stranger with blood from seven orifices slumped cross-legged, his eyes closed, as if he had no reaction to the outside world.

"Did you hit a ghost in the sun?" The men rubbed their eyes hard, and they flashed with a flash of inspiration. They were filled with surprise. The main owner who alarmed the island appeared! He really found a place without any effort. Look at this situation, this person was either seriously injured and killed, or was using his energy to heal his wounds and could not move! As long as he took the opportunity to cut off his head, he would get ten thousand taels of white silver.
Chapter completed!