The gold seal conveys joy, just like a traveler who has been away from home for a long time, suddenly meeting his familiar family in a foreign country, cheering and thrilling.

The golden seal, officially named "Pro-Wei King Seal", was held in the hand of the North Yuan Nanfeng. The sudden emotion was clearly felt by the three present.

This is actually extremely abnormal.

In any aspect, it is extremely abnormal.

Normal holy relics will not have such emotions, let alone the holy relics that swore allegiance to be snatched away.

Even, the golden seal was held at this time, and even the suppression effect began to disappear.

This series of changes is completely illogical and unexpected.

But it happened in front of you.

In comparison, the death of the black Hoshuot Saba has become insignificant.

Not only Hartman Witt looked at Biyuan Nanfeng with a look of surprise.

Even Sumiko Shikai was stunned, showing a rare expression of surprise, and looked at Nanfeng, Beiyuan.

"What did you do!?"

After the initial shock.

Hartman Witt subconsciously questioned Beiyuan Nanfeng loudly.

The confident look she had always maintained collapsed instantly.

"Didn't you hear it?"

Nanfeng Beiyuan looked at him, and his tone had calmed down at this moment, but the calm voice contained another kind of tax and coldness like a hidden blade.

"I said, bastard, are you using my family's things to deal with my women?...Did you hear it now?"

“…”

Perhaps it was stinged by the tax profits like a hidden blade in the North Yuan Nanfeng.

Hartman Witt recovered from his shocked state.

Start facing reality.

Things are not going well.

Not to mention this strange scene, it would be a great thing that the suppression effect on Qihai Sumiko's body disappeared.

This extremely difficult demigod, coupled with the strange relatives beside him... he may not be able to deal with it.

Got this conclusion.

Hartman Witt made a quick decision.

He gave up establishing a new connection with the holy relics, raised the parchment paper he had pinched in his hand, aimed at the Naohara Nanfeng and Sumiko Shikai in front of him, and continued his unfinished prayer.

"You call people and return to the dust...you!?"

His prayer was still not completed.

Because something even more terrifying happened.

Beiyuan Nanfeng dropped his head, which was dripping blood beads in his right hand.

As the head of the black man Hosot Saba rolled sideways.

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly reached out and grabbed the parchment paper that Hartman Witt was holding.

His fingers slowly tightened, and his fists were clenched, and the dark yellow parchment began to deform and twist in his hands.

Hartman Witt was interrupted again.

This time.

It's not as simple as unexpected.

He looked at the north wind in the north.

Panic, shocked, and fearful.

Everything ended up in a sentence.

A question.

"What the hell have you done!"

Hartman Witt's voice changed tone, with a sharp feeling.

He was completely panicked.

“‘The Word’ isn’t it?”

The red light of the North Yuan Nanfeng's eyes radiated, and he looked at the panicked Hartman Witt, and his momentum began to rise: "Thank you the blessing of your companion, a Holy Coffin Knight, because of his inexplicable competitive spirit, he must fight with me. This made me discover your little secret. You have separated from the so-called holy words and will not use magic at all. Your use magic is actually based on the script. Parchment is your trigger, and you are just a carrier of the spirit, a "insurance" to start the parchment recording technique, right?

Since you are the carrier and insurance, can you use it, can I use it?"

Hartman Witt screamed: "But you are not a knight at all, you are not a relative, you are..."

"You ask people to return to the dust."

Beiyuan Nanfeng pinched the golden seal with one hand and the parchment with the other hand, expressionless. Before he finished speaking, he spoke a sentence in a straight voice.

The tiny stones under his feet slowly floated up.

Next second.

With the last letter being spit out.

parchment.

Blasted.

The firelight rose into the air with a strong impact.

A dazzling ball of light spots was mixed with various colors, and the spherical light like inferior holy light enveloped the three of Beiyuan Nanfeng.

Dong

The moment when the north Yuan Nanfeng was shrouded in the spherical light, he raised his right leg and kicked the ground with his heel.

A pit appeared on the ground and concrete sputtered.

Beiyuan Nanfeng exhales slowly, takes a step forward, swings his right arm toward Hartman Witt's face

The fist drew an energy mark in the air, hitting Hartman Witt's face.

In an instant, the fist can explode.

Hartman Witt's facial features were dislocated, his chin was dislocated, and his whole face was as rippling as the water surface.

It seemed that the time of solidification returned to normal in just a short moment.

Hartman Witt flew out like a cannonball.

He rolled in the air, unbalanced, landed, and then broke through the buildings lined up at the end of the street.

It disappeared out of sight in an instant.

Ground shock.

Until he disappears.

The rumbling sound then arrived.

It is composed of various rays of light, like a spherical light like a inferior holy light. The ring-shaped air waves generated by the fist of the north-earth south wind were blown away and dissipated between the world.

The figures of Sumiko Nichihara and Nanfeng Kitahara reappeared.

Beiyuan Nanfeng lowered his arms and breathed slowly.

“…What did you do?”

A voice came from behind.

Sumiko Nichihiro looked at him, her shocked expression disappeared, and she returned to her former appearance.

Beiyuan Nanfeng breathed slightly rapidly, and turned his head and replied, "I beat up a fool."

"I mean something in your hands."

Sumiko Qihai looked down and looked at the hand of Nanfeng Nihara holding the golden seal: "Also, why can you force the spirit back into the other party's parchment? This is not a systematic technique at all."

Beiyuan Nanfeng thought for a while: "...Is this difficult?"

“It’s hard.”

“…that’s my luck.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng replied casually, looking back in the direction where Hartman Witt disappeared.

He actually didn't tell the truth.

...After all, he couldn't tell Sumiko Nichi.

He saw that she was about to die and was ridiculed by the black man Hoshuot Saba again. He felt that the explosive anger filled his chest, and he grabbed the parchment paper that the other party wanted to launch the magic style, poured his spirit back in. Finally, he found that his spirit could disrupt their magic style, or even turn the enemy on the spot and launch the inferior "Holy Word" technique, right?
To be continued...