The entire worship hall disappeared.

Only wood chips are everywhere, surging flames, and support columns that are broken and stubborn, but will eventually fall into the blazing flames.

Of course, there is also a sudden sense of emptiness.

Just opposite Tando, the most conspicuous building was blown out with a punch.

His vision suddenly became widened.

Beiyuan Nanfeng is quite satisfied with this effect.

See far.

But for Masazo Ishizaki, it's different.

He stared at Beiyuan Nanfeng in a daze, like a broken dog with his backbone.

And the liver and gallbladder split and extremely sad.

What followed was extreme anger.

“Kisama!”

He let out a roar like a whineful dog with a broken spine and walked a few steps forward.

The orange-yellow fireworks rose up under his feet.

He posed.

It rushed towards the north and south wind like a cannonball.

The flames on his body were dragged and remained in mid-air, turning into a broken straight line.

Beiyuan Nanfeng turned around suddenly, turned his head to avoid a punch from him, and then stretched out his right hand, regardless of the scorching fire waves, and directly pushed away his other hand.

"Do you know what you did!?"

Ishizaki Masato attacked again, and shouted angrily while attacking.

"That's the hero of this country! You ruined their last habitat! You left tens of thousands of ancestors homeless! You... this sinner!"

He was hysterical and his attack frequency was getting higher and higher.

Beiyuan Nanfeng blocked it casually with his hands and sneered: "The hero in Avici Hell?"

"They are for this country!"

"It's for my own desire."

Kitahara Nanfeng's tone was plain, but what he said was like a knife that stabbed into Masazo Ishizaki's heart.

“Kisama!”

Ishizaki Masato looked crazy and stopped suddenly. The Ding Shit on his head, the restraint of the small braid, turned into powder.

His thin hair stood up on his head.

The burning waves of fire on the body surged again.

He stole his horse and rushed towards the north and south wind with all his might.

The scorching fire waves drag and lengthen.

The ground he passed by was instantly melted by high temperature, leaving only the hot and unknown liquid.

Beiyuan Nanfeng jumped a distance behind, took a breath, then opened his hands and clenched his fists.

Facing the swooping in Masazo Ishizaki.

Handed out his fist.

The two just got in touch.

After about a few milliseconds of stillness.

The ground was torn and lifted.

The air waves roll up dust and spread around.

An explosion sounded.

A huge roar resounded through the sky!

Wait until the dust dissipates.

The fire disappeared.

The figures of the two were revealed again.

Kitahara Nanfeng was still standing, pinching Ishizaki Masato's neck with one hand, lifting him up and hanging it in the air.

Ishizaki Masato scratched Kitahara's hand with both hands.

He swung his legs and wanted to kick Beiyuan Nanfeng.

But the north wind in the north is unmoved and still pinchs him tightly.

His fist is still above the level.

The scorching fireworks rising from the body.

Still powerful.

But his heart was in chaos.

Or.

The spine was broken.

"Do you know? You looked like you just now, you were completely angry."

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at him and slowly tightened his arms holding his neck: "You know in your heart that they have no justice and no glory, and there is no point in giving you any benefit except that they can intoxicate you."

Ishizaki's eyes were raised and he stared at Kitahara Nanfeng desperately, struggling even harder.

Beiyuan Nanfeng's right hand tightened again.

At the same time, his left hand slowly pulled out of the instrument and pulled the knife out.

The next moment.

Puff

Ishizaki Masato's struggle stopped.

The body gradually becomes soft.

Beiyuan Nanfeng pulled out the blade and threw him down.

He knelt directly on the ground.

"And you have no glory at all, you are just self-intoxicated."

Kitahara Nanfeng looked down at Masazo Ishizaki, leaving the last sentence expressionlessly, and turned around and left.

Blood slowly overflowed from the corner of Masahisa Ishizaki's mouth. He looked at Kitahara's Nanfeng's back and wanted to refute something.

But I couldn't say it out.

at last.

He climbed forward for a long time, but could only squeeze out a few irrelevant words from his teeth.

"I'm waiting for you in the Huangquan! The north earth wind!"

"Ha, when you reach the underworld, you can beat me?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng paused, turned his head slightly, and sneered again.

Ishizaki Masato, I can't say anything.

Die with your eyes open.

The north and south winds turned back.

Facing the surging fire in front of you.

He stretched out his thumb and gently wiped the corner of his mouth behind the mask.

Next, take a few steps forward.

He kicked over the gate of Zhenguo Shrine with sixteen golden chrysanthemum patterns inlaid with royal family.

The huge door collapsed with a bang.

Beiyuan Nanfeng walked in with his head raised.

It's time.

It's over.

He was so convinced.

...
To be continued...