The red lotus bloomed, then vanished like morning dew, and Moriro lowered his feet from the vanishing lotus heart and strode towards Nobunaga's main army. In front of him, Nobunaga's army was divided like a wave, and the soldiers who faced the skeletal samurai of Moriro simply fled in confusion, revealing the samurai behind him who were uniformly dressed in the same clothes of the day—not a large number, in Moriro's opinion, about two hundred. At this time, the army also separated from the left and right, and out of it came a huge black war horse covered in horse armor, and then a military general wearing a silver-black Southern Barbarian carcass and a long golden rice ear-like decoration on his head, and a ghost mask sat upright on the horse.

Heavy footsteps sounded, and from behind the general came a huge samurai who was eight feet tall, holding a huge military flag with a Yongle Tongbao painted on it, and at the top of the banner was a golden papaya pattern. Mori Luo's skeletal face was facing this general, and the military general on the horse was even higher than Sen Luo's skeleton height of one meter eight, and Sen Luo's double tone sounded, "Oda Nobunaga? ”

I only heard the sound of drawing swords, and those samurai dressed in various colors of the world drew their swords one after another, looking like they were going to come up and fight, "Rude people! These were the words uttered by the closest and most highest-ranking samurai. Oda Nobunaga just stretched out a hand, and suddenly there was silence, and all the weapons were sheathed at the same moment. Laughter rang out behind the samurai mask on that horse, "I'm Nobunaga, who are you?" ”

The demonic power contained in Sen Luo's body at this moment has been consumed a lot, and the red lotus that time is in full bloom, "Turn!" Red Lotus! "Let Sen Luo consume a lot of demon energy, even if these ghost warriors were burned by the red lotus fire, after absorbing the essence of these ghost things, they can't make up for Sen Luo's loss of demon energy, but now Sen Luo has stepped into another realm, even if the demon spirit is low, he is not afraid of the army in front of him." The demonic power is low, but the senses are more acute. Slash my opponent with the smallest movements, my sword skills have reached this level? ”

Facing Nobunaga in front of him, Moriro's eyes looked at his demonic energy, which had become a demon king, and rushed straight into the sky, like wolf smoke. "Me? My name is Senro. The skeletal samurai replied to Nobunaga's question very simply, his unusual double tone that made the ghost-faced Nobunaga look of surprise that could almost be perceived. Of course, Nobunaga understood another language of this very unusual skeleton ghost, which was the language of Daming from across the sea - but Nobunaga didn't know that Daming was dead.

Nobunaga's eyes were like two red coals, and he looked at the bone warrior in front of him through his visor, and he didn't speak for a long time. However, Moriro did not cooperate with Nobunaga's obligation, and he said directly, "I heard that you seized the Jade of the Four Souls of Koyasan, and I need that, so give it to me." Nobunaga listened to Moriro's words, tilting his head slightly, and then laughing. When the Demon King who had awakened from death laughed wildly, his demon warriors laughed mockingly with their lord.

Even Sen Luo let out a chuckle, and this time, the samurai of the skeleton no longer played the game of Iai, but directly pulled out the Taidao Five Generations Kunimitsu. The five generations of national light that had been scorched by the fire of the red lotus had already taken on an indelible dark red fire pattern, and the original dark and viscous demonic energy in the blade of the knife had also been ablated, and now this sword could be regarded as having completely revealed its true appearance - the dark red and black blade was full of the demonic aura of simple killing intent, and there was no longer that greed for life.

Sen Luo, who pulled out the sword of the fifth generation of Kunemitsu, this time put on a very orthodox two-handed holding knife and placed it in front of him. The skeletal warrior could be heard breathing long, and Moriro said softly, "I've been fighting since I set foot on the road. The mind and body are also quite tired, and this is the last battle before the next energy can rest. Sen Luo moved his body in small steps, and the sword never moved, always facing forward.

Nobunaga looked at the skeleton ghost in front of him, but there was no contempt in his words and actions—the contempt had already been in the "turn!" Red Lotus! "Along with the guards in front of him, he was reduced to ashes. The demon king raised his hand and slashed straight in the direction of Moriro, and the samurai, dressed in the best of the day, shouted to urge their horses or walk, and charged at the skeleton ghost with the iron-colored samurai's low-level samurai's pocket and barrel carcass.

Sen Luo moved his body in small steps, he neither wanted to run away nor was ready to retreat, this guy used the smallest stride and body movement, just brushed the blades of the ghost warriors who pounced, and killed the opponent in front of him with accurate and moderate stabs and small slashes - his demonic power was no longer able to support him to do another large-scale "turn!" Red Lotus! "Well, Sen Luo can only concentrate his demonic power on sensing and moving, and all defenses will be withdrawn, and they will be handed over to the very unreliable barrel of his body.

In fact, the defensive power of this barrel of Sichuan carcass is probably not under the sufficiency of the Southern Barbarian carcass or the sufficiency of the world, because it is the armor that once absorbed the bones of the hungry ghosts entering the Dao. But there is no doubt that the samurai in front of him are not mortal iron, almost all of them are demon swords. The barrel on Sen Luo's body was already in tatters - even if it was just rubbing the blade, the demonic energy on the blade could still erode the armor, it didn't matter if it was once or twice, it would definitely not be able to support it too many times.

And where is the kind of good thing that comes out unscathed in the midst of thousands of troops? Moriro is able to dodge his opponent's attacks, but there is also a limit, and in many cases he has to choose which attack he will suffer less damage and kill his opponent at the same time. It had only been five or six breaths since the battle began, and although Sen Luo was not seriously injured, the iron-colored bones on his body had already shown large and small scars. And the opponents he accurately slashed were still just a breathing person, and the ghost warriors who formed a battle formation were very, very difficult opponents to deal with.

Even so, Moriro kept advancing, but Nobunaga rode his horse and gradually retreated into battle—he wasn't a fierce general, but a calm commander. But Sen Luo could still see this demon king standing on a huge war horse, and the shape of his cloak was indeed extremely eye-catching. At this moment, Moriro's helmet was gone, and the dying blow of the oni samurai who died under the light of his five generations knocked his helmet flying - Moriro couldn't afford not to bear the blow, or he would be pierced through his skull by the spear that stabbed him next to him.