The heavy rain curtains isolated the sight.

But through insight, the Kitahara Nanfeng still saw the fallen Fujiwara Tibetans.

Before reaching the ground, Omiyaji of Ise Shrine supported the wall behind him with his backhand, and the spirit that left his body rolled up his body and allowed him to land on the ground steadily.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was not surprised by this result.

After all, it's not on Enoshima.

Hakone has no stair suppression.

Now the North Yuan and Nanfeng are facing each other, which is a pure level without any moisture.

This is the pinnacle of the Tianxuan Power System.

Anyway, the peak that the north wind knows is the purity level.

And he himself is just a regular rank.

The difference between the two major ranks.

If he simply kicked to death, it would be too weak.

certainly.

Now after drinking two bottles of "Upian", Beiyuan Nanfeng felt that he had become stronger.

But he still doesn't know how strong he is.

...No need to be clear.

He is here to cut people down.

Looking back at Kaoru Iwai, who was tearful.

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled at her and then took a step forward.

Hanging.

The gravity caused the north and south wind to fall rapidly.

Clothes roared in the wind and rain.

Crash.

The south wind in the north land fell heavily on the ground, causing a thrilling splash of water.

then.

Bend your knees, arch your waist, and lean forward.

far away.

Fujiwara Tibetan raised his right hand, and the spirit that left his body slowly swam around his arm like a snake. After hearing the sound of falling from afar, he raised his other hand and made a seal in front of his nose.

A faint light penetrated into his eyes.

Through the thick rain curtain.

He saw two flashes of light dragged into red lines flashing away and coming towards him.

The north-land south wind clamped against the ground, disrupting the heavy rain, pulling the rain curtain, and coming in an instant.

Countless water splashes burst out.

The south wind in Beiyuan jumped up and appeared above his head, raising his hand with a knife.

Slash!

The rain curtain was cut, the blade fell, and it was cut toward Hiroshi Fujiwara's face.

clang.

Looking at the falling blade.

Fujiwara Tibetan raised his right hand and twisted it with his palm as a knife, and the dragon-like spirit attached to his arm.

He took half a step forward with his right foot, raised his right arm, and slashed upwards.

Hands and knives collide with each other.

It makes a sound of steel collision.

Sparks emerge,

The flames briefly illuminated the two of them.

The face of Nanfeng in Beiyuan was full of rain.

And Fujiwara Tibetan's body was clean, as if something was isolated from the rain curtain.

Just like he was blocking the slash of the North Yuan Nanfeng at this moment.

Crash.

Beiyuan Nanfeng fell to the ground with his feet, splashing a splash of water. He held the hilt of the knife with both hands and pressed his weight on the blade with the power of the fall.

Fujiwara Tibetan raised his right hand that blocked the blade and took a step back.

"No wonder Sumiko Nichihae likes you."

The voice of the Tibetans in Fujiwara is still clearly heard in the heavy rain.

"You are of the same type, right? You like to overpower people. When she was young, she went to Ise Shrine once. She relied on strange power and physical skills at that time. But didn't she tell you? When the psychic energy leaves the body, it often represents the beginning of qualitative change."

The strong wind whistles.

Fujiwara Tibetan raised his empty left hand and clenched his fist.

The dragon-like spiritual power swam forward, and he waved his fists and aimed at Beiyuan Nanfeng's abdomen.

Beiyuan Nanfeng immediately released the hilt with his left hand and tried to hold his wrist.

But he hadn't held his wrist yet.

A huge force came from the abdomen.

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly stopped moving, then flew backwards, his legs on the ground, shoveling out two deep grooves and large splashes of water.

"Look, this is no more useful than your fists."

Fujiwara Tibetan shook his left hand and looked at the Nanfeng of Kitahara not far away.

Beiyuan Nanfeng rubbed his abdomen and felt like he was fighting Qihai Sumiko.

but.

At that time, Sumiko Nichiko relied on pure power just like him.

The Fujiwara Tibetan obviously relies on the mysterious spirit.

"Actually, to be honest, your decision to attack me is quite stupid."

Fujiwara Tibetan's gaze slowly left Nishihara Nanfeng, moved upwards, and looked at the second floor with lights on.

"Originally, you killed the two people upstairs and everything was over. I admit that I just disgusted you, but no matter what, I am a member of the Fujiwara family. You broke into the Miyata family and killed the entire Fujiwara Hidegou who had high hopes for. I should have disgusted you once in a reasonable way. You should have suffered anyway. Only in this way can this matter be considered over. After all, Sumiko Nichi is quite troublesome, and I don't want to mess with that crazy woman. But now the nature of the matter has changed. You took the initiative to take action, Deputy Director of Kitahara Nanfeng. It is legitimate to kill you now."

Hospital.

Second floor.

A beautiful figure suddenly appeared in the hole just now on the second floor.

Kaori Iwai holds the wall.

Although his legs were trembling slightly.

But he still stood firmly on the edge, trying his best to look outside, hoping to find the figure of the North Yuan Nanfeng through the heavy rain curtain.

But this thunderstorm is too big.

She saw nothing.

On the contrary, Fujiwara Tibetan on the first floor could clearly see her.

He sneered and added, "Also, the one upstairs is the girl you like? You can't protect her like this. Can't I kill them at will later? Even if I hand her over to those gangs of sects and let them sell the girl to Kabukicho to do erotic dance, you don't have the ability to stop it, right? After all... you are dead."

“…front line.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng shook his head and did not look behind him. Instead, he pressed his abdomen and raised the blade. The light reflected from the blade illuminated his face.

He waved the knife in his hand.

It seemed as if the rainfall fell in front of him was cut into two halves.

An electric arc flashed.

Then countless tiny lights of light began to wander around him like snakes, spreading like a tree branch, illuminating his figure.

Kaori Iwai on the upper floor finally saw the figure of Kitahara Nanfeng.

He was in a dense arc.

Like a god.
To be continued...