"No, didn't the patriarch invite someone to come?"

In Wen Yan's shallow laughter, the black-haired young man in an ancient robe shook the long sword slightly in his right hand, the blade was like a dragon, and he trembled endlessly, surrounded by enemies, but his calm and laughing posture made many people present tremble subconsciously, and the eyes that looked at the young man slightly brought a slightly different light-

He didn't know that this was the main residence of the Kuga family, one of the eight famous families in Japan?

He didn't know that there was the most powerful sacrificial vessel in the whole of Japan, Instant?

He doesn't know, sitting here cross-legged, the patriarch of the Kuga family, who can be called the world's first-rate powerhouse, Kuga Gosuke?

Under everyone's gaze of surprise, admiration, or sarcasm, Chen Fei's right hand was slightly raised, and the steel long sword was pointed at the ugly Kuga Yusuke like Fu Long's fangs, and his dark eyes were cold and compelling. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "I'm already here at this time, my patriarch for a long time, can you release a certain disciple who is not a weapon?"

Chen Fei's calm voice made Yusuke Kugayu's body tremble slightly, and his long and narrow black pupils like knives looked up and down at the figure that was as immobile as a mountain, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he let out a slightly disdainful laugh: "Huh~ Your disciple?

"yes~"

As if he couldn't understand the faint murderous intent in Kuga Gosuke's words, Chen Fei smiled slightly helplessly, his right hand was slightly loose, the long sword in his palm fell to the ground with a soft roar, and his slender fingers lightly pointed in one direction, explaining to Kuga Gosuke with a bit of sincerity:

"Although I just taught him a few swordsmanship at random, and never passed on the truth to him, he is still my disciple... ”

"You treat him like this, I'm a master, it's really hard to do~ My master for a long time... ”

Laugh at~

Just before Chen Fei's words fell, two cold blue arcs of light staggered towards Chen Fei's neck, grazing the tips of the young man's hair like butterflies, raising a few ink-colored broken hair. As the broken hair fell one after another, two arcs of light slashed together behind Chen Fei, and the violent qi cut the ground behind Chen Fei into pieces like erupting volcanic lava.

"See... ”

The low voice made Chen Fei's expression pause slightly, and in front of him, the majestic and heavy face of Kuga Gosuke whispered calmly, in front of him, two middle-aged men in black kimonos were holding steel swords with mysterious inscriptions circling obliquely, and at this time they were quietly retreating behind Kuga Gosuke, standing with their heads lowered with their eyebrows lowered. It's like two lifeless stone sculptures, and it's hard to notice them if you don't pay attention to them.

"Or you have a little bit of strength, but the sacrificial weapon, the sacrificial method is the real power, and I don't want to kill you if you still have some friendship with Hayato. As if he had lost all interest, Kuga Gosuke leaned into the family heirloom - for a moment, he turned indifferently, his eyes flashing with a sense of disappointment and inquiry.

With [Instant] Sense's perception of the shaman's cultivation, he could clearly perceive that Chen Fei did not have any extraordinary power in his body at all, at best, he was just a stronger mortal, and the matter of Thirteen Lang was probably still strange, so when he had to deal with Falato's matter, he would go and see his situation for himself.

The thought in his heart turned slightly, and the figure of Kuga Gosuke walked out slowly, and all the Kuga priests in front of him leaned slightly to give way, and the tall figure of the middle-aged man slowly disappeared at the end of the road, and only a calm and calm voice slowly fell.

"Break your limbs and throw them down the mountain. ”

"Yes!"

In a low voice, a shaman from the famous family slowly surrounded Chen Fei, and the faint inscription on the 'sacrificial vessel' of the sword or sword in his hand flickered, releasing a terrifying tyrannical aura.

"Huh~ Break limbs, throw off the cliff?"

Looking at the unkind faces in front of him, the smile on the corner of Chen Fei's mouth slowly converged, and his right hand gently grabbed the hilt of the long sword that was buzzing upside down. A dull light danced on the sword body, and with the roar of the sword, the light in the young man's eyes became more and more dull.

。。 Even the god of war doesn't have such a big breath~。。

Snort~ The sword blade was raised, his wrist was slightly raised and pointed straight ahead, and the corner of Chen Fei's mouth provoked a touch of rebelliousness.

"Come on!"

Boom! Boom!

The bright light accompanied the power of the sacrifice to hook the heavens and the earth, and the thunder in the sky responded to the call, and the purple light raged on the high mountain, bringing bursts of roar.

Step, step, step~

The roaring sound of thunder slowly stopped, and a young man in an ancient black robe walked through the quaint corridor and left, behind him, the priests with extraordinary power pillowed each other, and there was no more sound, and on the ground beside him, the broken sword was stuck upside down on the ground, and the wind whimpered.

In the simple and majestic house, the head of the Kuga family, Kuga Gosuke, sat on the ground, and on his lap was the sword-shaped sacrificial weapon that had been passed down for thousands of years. In the sound of long breathing, the countless sacrificial texts on the sword body flashed with purple thunder light, and they did not stop at it.

"Your master is here. ”

Without the slightest warning, Kuga Gosuke said calmly, the black pupils that were as narrow as a knife were still closed, and he didn't look at the Kuga Hayyato, whose face turned blue instantly because of his words, and still said to himself: "I didn't kill him"

"Maybe he can live. ”

"Of course, if you're better than me, he'll be able to live. ”

Just after this sentence fell, Kuga Misuke clearly felt the despair and hatred permeating his son, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a calm but faint bloody smile.

Like a wolf.

Raise your offspring in a cruel way, so that he can understand the true laws of this world.

This is the fate of my family for a long time, and it is also the reason why it can be passed down for thousands of years without being destroyed.

The slightly closed eyes were completely closed, and Kuga Gosuke's mind was completely devoted to the sacrificial vessel placed horizontally on his lap, and the tadpole-like sacrificial texts on the sword body instantly lit up, circulating endlessly in the purple thunder light.

Idealistic Imperial Flow!

The method of cultivating the family heirloom of the long family, practiced to the end of the day, is said to have an incredible terrifying effect, according to the original secret records, at that time, even an ordinary long sword, can also perform powerful and incomparable sacrifices, and do not have to be limited to the sacrifice vessels that they are familiar with.

It's just that for a long time, no one has ever reached such a realm, and future generations have always thought that it was the imagination of the ancestors.

Buzz~

But at this moment, the lightning that flickered above the long sword [instant] suddenly shattered, and the slender sword body couldn't stop humming on Kuga Misuke's lap, as if he had his own wisdom.

Trample!

(Thanks to the second illness of the second disease, this is a terminal illness, Xiaoxing stone, love dē aria monthly pass, thank you~) (To be continued.) )