Although Kitahara Nanfeng easily solved the swordsman, Aomura Nakajiro.

But he didn't think much about it and was still calm.

Because after all.

From the moment he appeared here, there was no way out.

He has more opponents next.

Jianguo Aomura Jiro is indeed good at strength, but according to Sumiko Nichi, he is just the one at the end.

Next.

He also has to face Omiyaji of Ise Shrine, the Lord of the Yasukuni Shrine, and... the Lord of the Ise Shrine, Prince Fushimi Miyaki Satokonai.

Sumiko Nichi is responsible for blocking foreign aids led by Akiko Aso, the priest of the Ise Temple.

The north-land south-wind is responsible for dealing with the people who worship.

There is no way to relax.

This was chosen by Beiyuan Nanfeng himself.

...Here you come.

The north wind of the north plain put away his thoughts and slowly stopped.

Omiyaji of Ise Shrine is like a mold carved out.

It's really easy to recognize.

Three Omiyaji, wearing hunting clothes, rushed towards the south wind of the Northland.

Beiyuan Nanfeng stood in place.

In front, the members of the parliamentary and cabinet ministers who fled into the shrine to avoid the Naoki Naoki.

This strange scene was recorded by the camera in the distance.

Then it was pushed to people who were watching the live broadcast in the entire country.

"Stop shooting."

Prince Fushimi Miyaki Tatsukonai noticed this.

Start calling.

But the media is by nature chasing topicality. On the surface, they agree to put down the camera, but secretly, no one knows whether they are taking pictures or not.

Anyway, the live broadcast has never stopped.

On the other side.

Kitahara Nanfeng stood there and began to wait patiently for the three Omiyaji to come.

He needs some time to recover the spirit in his body.

Although ‘breathing’ is easy to use, it also takes time.

Because the capacity increases, the corresponding refilling speed also slows down.

The three Dagusi came to the north of Beiyuan, and stood in three directions, forming a triangle, surrounding him in the middle.

"It's so familiar."

Nanfeng Beiyuan stood there, holding the knife back, and gently tapped the mask on his face with the handle of the knife. "I remember that I had experienced such a thing some time ago."

But before Beiyuan Nanfeng finished speaking, one of the Omiyaji had already attacked.

The other two Omiyaji also took a little slower and rushed towards the south wind of the Northland.

It seems that I know that the special "breathing" of the Nanfeng in Beiyuan does not give the Nanfeng in Beiyuan at all the opportunity to delay time.

Seeing that they were so straightforward, Kitahara Nanfeng also waved his knife and faced Omiyaji, who was the first to attack, and before the other party made a sound, he whispered: "Break."

The unformed technique collapses instantly.

The misty spirit was roughly dispersed and returned to heaven and earth.

Beiyuan Nanfeng raised his sword over his eyebrows and stabbed forward.

Prepare to solve one before talking about it.

But Omiya, who was the first to pounce over, seemed to be mentally prepared. Before the Kitahara Nanfeng made a knife, he turned sideways.

Puchi...

The blade passed through his shoulder blade.

He caught the attack at the cost of a complete loss of one arm.

It hurts a lot when you look.

But Omiyaji in front of him seemed to have the determination to die generously.

He carried the knife that was passing by, and actually walked forward a few steps, approaching Beiyuan Nanfeng, and at the same time drove the arm that was pierced by the shoulder blade. He endured the severe pain and circled his arms around and held Beiyuan Nanfeng's knife tightly.

"Your authority is really great, Minister Kitahara."

He strode forward, took a few more steps, and let the blades pass through his body directly. Then he stretched out his other hand, grabbed Beiyuan Nanfeng's shoulder, hugged him directly, raised his head, and said grimly: "It's a pity that it's easy to deal with."

Beiyuan Nanfeng's pupils moved and he glanced at the side from the corner of his eyes.

The two Omiyaji who were walking with him had already arrived beside him.

The two Omiyaji moved in the same movements, holding knives in both hands and holding high above their shoulders.

An emergency stop.

It swayed with the slutching under the hunting suit.

On the blade, violent spiritual power spewed out.

The two held their knives.

Facing Kitahara Nanfeng and Omiyaji who was holding him.

cut!

"One word, it's reversed." The sound of the north wind in Beiyuan was so subtle that it was almost impossible to hear.

Next second.

Furious spiritual power poured out.

Two arc-shaped translucent air waves were cut out, and they rushed into the sky from the east and west directions with the place where the north original south wind stood as the basis point.

It's spectacular.

But the two Omiyaji held knives in both hands and knelt on the ground with an ugly face.

Because... there is no feeling of hitting the mark.

The top of the two.

Mid-air.

Nanfeng Beihara looked down at him, and then looked at Omiyaji, who was willing to use his life to limit himself.

"My authority is really great."

Beiyuan Nanfeng said while saying.

While slowly twisting his wrist and twisting his shoulder blades completely, he crossed the blade and cut to the side.

The severe pain and psychological imbalance made Omiyaji, who was originally thinking of dying, scream directly.

His scream also made the two Omiyaji below notice the top of his head.

The disappeared north-land south wind was above his head.

Beiyuan Nanfeng directly strangled the Omiyaji in front of him, and then pushed it away.

He leaned forward, stepped on the air wall behind him, arched his body, hung in the air for half a second, and swooped towards the two Omiyaji below.

The blood-stained blade reflected dazzling light under the scorching sun, like a cross of judgment.

The sharp blade with a cold light shone from far to near, diminishing its pupils in the pupils of one of the Omiyaji on the ground.

He raised the knife in his hand and stood in front of him.

I plan to force the trick of Beiyuan Nanfeng.

"strengthen"

But the words have not been finished.

The sharp blade flashing with a cold light appeared above his head.

The knife in his hand was split into two after a crisp sound.

The broken blade flew towards the face of Nanfeng, Beiyuan.

He turned his head and dodged, then swung his long knife, and his legs were facing Omiya's chest
To be continued...