Not far from Natsume Family Shrine.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

Next to the young man wearing black thin-framed glasses, his companion asked anxiously.

This situation.

Curious but can't see it.

It is undoubtedly tormenting.

"He started working with the deputy director of Jingshu, but this Beiyuan Nanfeng seemed to have no experience. Although he was excellent in some aspects, he did not know much about the election above Quan Zhengjie. He actually stood recklessly in front of the deputy director of Jingshu, and then slashed it with a knife."

"What's the result?"

"I was photographed flying out."

“…dead?”

"Not yet, but I guess it's going to be tough next."

The young man wearing black thin-framed glasses looked at the direction of the Natsume family shrine that was unfolding and continued: "The straight-level, the Quanzheng-level, and the ordinary Nihara Nanfeng encountered probably the choices of these two levels. Most of them rely on techniques, and the basic application of spirit is also very unfamiliar. No matter how complex the techniques are, they are actually based on strengthening, shaping, transformation, and adding these four points of construction. They don't have a deep understanding of the fact that they want to build a technique that they think is powerful. The suggestion method they use is particularly obvious and there are flaws everywhere.

He probably doesn't have to use all his strength to deal with such a natural choice.

But the choice he faces now is an old bastard who crosses the deadline of the "right" level and steps over the Gaotianyuan. This kind of choice has long changed the spirit in his body. The spirit can already leave the body and is very skillful in the basic application of the spirit, and it can also be small and secret.

This kind of person is not as simple as Quan Zheng and Shimamoto. I can guarantee that the words "The sun shines directly on the sunset, and the sunset shines on the land" are at least half of them nonsense. Their intentional thoughts are not necessary to imply the construction technique at all."

The fair-skinned young man was silent for a moment and said, "There is no way. Now, in order not to become wild dogs, the lower classes are completely out of touch. Even the gods of the shrine they belong to cannot give them the necessary hints. After all, they are all a bunch of resentful spirits. If they know the construction techniques, the importance of the hints is already considered. Don't many police officers in the countermeasures class know?"

The young man wearing black thin-framed glasses pulled the corner of his mouth: "Because the police officers at the bottom of the countermeasures class are no different from the clergy of these low-level shrines. Is there any difference between not wanting to be a wild dog and becoming a clergy, and not wanting to be a wild dog and becoming a police officer?"

"... Then have you made up your mind now? Or not?"

The fair-skinned young man changed the topic.

He is a native wild dog. After becoming a god-chosen seven years ago, he never thought of becoming a clergy or a police officer. He deserves a beating when he was young. He is not like his companion, and he has a resume like working in the countermeasures class and defecting again.

So he didn't have much empathy for this topic.

"Look at it again... he got up again, his physical fitness is really good."

A young green voice wearing black thin-framed glasses said.

...

Inside the carving.

The north wind of the north land did get up.

Although her abdomen was hit by a truck, it was unbearable for pain, and then she rolled along the stone steps and fell for a distance, feeling like she was about to fall apart.

But now is obviously not the time to lie down and rest.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth.

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Keisuke Shimamoto, who was located above him.

Now the offense and defense are interchangeable.

They are on.

And the clergy of the Natsume family shrine of Kitahara Nanfeng is below.

"How did you do it? The speed of the spirit's recovery, what is the name of the main priest of the shrine?"

Shimamoto Keisuke looked down at Kitahara Nanfeng who was covering his abdomen with one hand, and asked the question just now, and then said: "This is not a question that can be excused by 'not knowing'. I advise you to answer me well. This is not just a category that I am interested in, but has something to do with the entire Tianxuanbes and even the entire country. You need to say it."

"I am not very good at speaking, so accordingly, I don't like to answer strangers' questions. Even if I ask for directions, I can hide if I can."

Beiyuan Nanfeng rubbed his abdomen, lowered his left hand, and held the "girl" in his right hand. He started walking upwards while saying.

As he goes upwards, breathe.

The spirit, who had just been evacuated by the thunder gun, began to recover quickly again.

"It's not asking for directions now." Keisuke Shimamoto replied.

"yes."

Beiyuan Nanfeng stopped and smiled and said, "Now it's killing people."

He looked at Keisuke Shimamoto, bent down suddenly, lowered his head, and put the knife on his left waist.

Next moment

He looked up suddenly.

The technique was started.

"First line."

With the words being spit out.

A silver straight line.

Accompanied by strong winds.

It passes by in an instant.

It flashed away.

Kitahara Nanfeng appeared in front of Keisushi Shimamoto, with his face tense and drew his sword.

He slashed directly at his head.

The speed is worse than before when dealing with the Emperor of the Ping clan.

But Kitahara Nanfeng still underestimated the light blue spirit behind Keisuke Shimamoto.

The blade was blocked again.

But this time.

The blade is located from Shimamoto Keisuke's neck.

It is only a distance of more than ten centimeters.

It seems.

A line of the south wind in the north plain.

He just barely blocked it.

But if you block it, you block it.

"……The Lord of Heaven's Lord, the Sun God of Nest."

Shimamoto's slightly rapid breathing slowly calmed down. He looked at Kitahara Nanfeng and spoke again.

The spirit of the Beiyuan Nanfeng Sword blocked the Beiyuan Nanfeng Sword began to climb up along the blade and entangled Beiyuan Nanfeng's arm.

As the word "Sun God" was spoken out by Shimamoto Keisuke.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was hung up by the spirit wrapped around his arms.

Throw it down the mountain.

In the air.

Kitahara Nanfeng reacted quickly. Before falling to the ground, he turned around in the air, held his left hand in a low position, activated his thunder gun, and threw it hard towards Keisushi Shimamoto.

Crack.

Before landing.

Beiyuan Nanfeng saw the thunder gun he threw out and was blocked by the spirit again.

The arc disappeared, and frantically moved along the spirit blocking Shimamoto Keisuke's body, which was in the shape of a disc, and finally dissipated in the void.

No harm was done to him.

But it is not without any effect.

It can be seen.

The spirit seemed to be much less and even became thinner.

Dong.

The north-land wind fell to the ground.

Roll down.

But without rolling in a mess for a long time, the north wind in the north quickly stopped the decline and stood up.

"So Is the spirit of the high-level heavenly choice so easy to use?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng wiped the blood from the broken hole on his forehead and said.

Keisuke Shimamoto maintained a solemn expression.

But his left hand trembled slightly.

The thunder gun just now didn't have any effect.

"But it's easy to use, I don't believe you can keep it."

Beiyuan Nanfeng saw that he didn't answer and didn't care.

He raised his feet, stepped onto the stone steps up the mountain again, and whispered: "I have one advantage, that is, I am quite resistant to falling."
Chapter completed!