Beiyuan Nanfeng also noticed the situation behind him.

But things are prioritized. Just before leaving, he could clearly sense that the momentum and spirit of Qihai Sumiko were rising.

On the police headquarters, gunfire was still ringing.

In this case.

He chose to believe Sumiko Nikai and deal with Hartman Witt first.

Pick.

A drop of rain suddenly fell from the thick clouds above my head and dripped on the bridge of the nose of the north plain and south wind.

Beiyuan Nanfeng stopped and saw the target he was chasing.

Hartman Witt also saw him.

The same time when both parties meet.

The rain that had accumulated in the air began to fall into the world.

The heavy rain poured down.

The thick rain curtain seemed to swallow everything, making everything around it misty. Countless rains shattered in an instant, as if the whole world was left with the sound of rain breaking.

Hartman Witt turned his head and ran away, the moment he saw the north wind.

Looking at the direction, I was indeed running towards the police headquarters.

"Are you chasing in the rain?... It's really a comic-like development."

While pulling out the knife from the instrument, Beiyuan Nanfeng teased himself, and began to accelerate and run again.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The downpour soon covered the road surface. The drainage system was blocked due to the fight between a few people just now, and the water area was severe. If you step on it, it would easily cause a large splash of water.

A slightly rapid pace trampled on the water on the road, causing splashes.

Then, before the splashes fell to the ground, the owner of his legs took the second step.

"Damn!" Hartman Witt felt the water that was blocking him, and cursed impatiently.

Everything today was under his control.

Including today, I will meet Sumiko Qihai, and Sumiko Qihai will break free from the light column.

He was prepared for this, after all, he was facing a demigod and would never be able to pass it no matter how cautious he was.

He expected everything about Sumiko Nikai, and he even designed a big reversal. It was not until the end that he took out the golden seal, just to add a little drama to the incident.

However, he didn't expect it.

The strange relative next to Sumiko Nichihachi will eventually create a bigger reversal, adding more drama to the event!

Hoshuot Saba died.

The golden seal was taken away.

Reversal of the 'Holy Word'.

Now, that strange relative even dared to chase him! He hung not far behind him like a ghost, and occasionally gave cold eyes.

Why is he? He dares to chase after him alone? Where does he get the confidence? And why does he run away again?

Driven by the depression in my heart.

Hartman Witt, the most loyal and well-known Holy Coffin Knight in the church, took a deep breath, suddenly stopped, turned his head suddenly, and glanced behind him.

...Hmm? No one?

Behind him.

The whole world is wrapped in layers of heavy rain curtains.

In the gray area, there was no one in sight.

Just now, there was a ghost hanging behind him, as if he was just wishful thinking.

Hartman Witt slowly breathed a sigh of relief as he looked behind the empty man.

But before he could finish his anger.

The sound of water splashing suddenly sounded.

Without waiting for Hartman Witt to react.

A figure suddenly jumped out of the shadow at the corner of the shop on the side and ran towards him.

Incredibly fast!

The endless rain curtain was like being hit by the man in front of him, shaking and swaying, being pulled and rushing towards him.

In the gray rain curtain, the cold light reflected by the blade is the only light.

Hartman Witt's pupils shrank.

No hesitation.

At the moment when the parchment appeared around you, grab a piece of it casually, activate it with the shortest prayer, and throw it in front of you.

The next moment.

Beiyuan Nanfeng's face was close to him, and he waved his blade.

The blades and parchment touch each other, making a clanging sound of iron tools fighting each other.

Beiyuan Nanfeng's arms holding the knife suddenly became prominent, and the water droplets falling on it were shaken up, flying in the air, melting into the broken rain and fog.

The moment Hartman Witt blocked the blade, he immediately wanted to grab another piece of parchment and fight back.

But Beiyuan Nanfeng was faster than him. He let go of the hilt of the knife with his left hand and grabbed his parchment paper that blocked his blade.

The violent spirit poured back into the parchment paper, like a rushing river poured into the running engine.

Tear

Breaks appeared on the originally indestructible parchment.

Hartman Witt immediately gave up the idea of ​​fighting back and tilted his head back.

The cold light burst out from the blade of the North Yuan Nanfeng cut through the rain curtain, swept past his raised forehead, bringing up a wisp of blond hair.

Immediately afterwards, the cross-cut blade is flipped with the blade facing down.

Hartman Witt immediately kicked the ground with his legs and staggered back. In the face of his desire to survive, he burst out with extremely strong execution.

The originally slow parchment paper, like a tightened clockwork, quickly passed behind him and floated in front of the two of them.

Hartman Witt roared: "The fire and smoke from the mouth! and sulfur!"

The flames suddenly gushed out from the middle of the two, rising towards the sky, covering everything, and swallowing the figures of the two.

The next moment, Hartman Witt staggered out of the flames, not daring to see the still hot fire in the rain, so he turned his head and ran away.

The police headquarters is right in front.

He didn't want to ask why.

A foreboding feeling in his heart told him.

As time goes by, the effect of "Holy Word" on the other party will become weaker and weaker. You will be killed because the other party can also use this sword!

This tm... is really just a relative of Sumiko Qihai!?

Hartman Witt stumbled towards the police headquarters, which seemed to be still fighting fire.

Behind him.

The rising flames swayed suddenly, and then they seemed to be rolled up by something and suddenly separated.

The figure of Nanfeng from Beiyuan reappeared in the rain curtain, with a huge fire behind it.

He bent down, put away his knife, and looked at Hartman Witt in front of him.

It was pouring rain.

The arc jumped and flickered in the rain.

The arc spread like branches, which remained in a leaping state and wandered around his body.

Be your own north and south wind in the flames and arcs, lean forward.

In the bursting arc, the blade in his hand made a sharp sound.

The north plain south wind took a step forward.

It disappeared in an instant.

A black shadow drifted past.

On the road with severe water accumulation, a straight path suddenly appeared, from thin to wide, instantly raising the accumulated water on both sides, bringing out thrilling splashes. Let the accumulated water pour high towards both sides like waves.

The Northland South Wind appeared behind Hartman Witt before the water splashed.
To be continued...