"I didn't hear it clearly? I'll ask again."

Kitahara Nanfeng pinched Shimamoto's neck hard.

His nails pierced the flesh and blood, and half of his fingertips were deeply trapped in his neck.

It can be seen how much force the north wind in the north is used.

Keisuke Shimamoto's face turned into pig liver color, his eyes were congested, and his eyes were wide open.

Without the protection of Ling Ruying following behind him, Beiyuan Nanfeng broke free from his restraints and was not prepared for a sudden attack.

In addition, he was too confident in his technique and stood face to face with Beiyuan Nanfeng, but he had no preparations for subsequent countermeasures.

This ultimately led to such a situation.

It is definitely impossible to speak out.

Beiyuan Nanfeng's fingers gradually increased their strength, and he wanted to cut off his neck.

At this moment of life and death.

Shimamoto Keisuke bit his tongue hard, forced himself to calm down, and his left hand fell to form a seal.

The silk thread wrapped around Kitahara's arm again and pulled it backwards.

Beiyuan Nanfeng's arm was pulled open and swung backwards, and was forced to let go of his neck.

Keisuke Shimamoto landed, resisted the urge to kneel down, took a few breaths, and raised his head.

Then, I just saw it.

Beiyuan Nanfeng twisted his shoulders and pulled them forward.

Without using force, he easily broke free from the thread wrapped around his arms.

Then he swung his arms round—

The palm enlarged in front of Shimamoto Keisuke.

Bang!

A crisp sound.

Shimamoto Keisuke rolled and fell to the side.

"…The sun shines directly on the sunset, and the land is shining with the sunset."

The moment when Shimamoto Keisuke landed.

He didn't even care about the pain on his face and yelled.

Seeing the scene just now, he was already very clear.

The dispersed spirit has no effect on the north and south winds.

The spirit gathered behind him again.

But compared to just now, it's reduced by about one-third.

Shimamoto Keisuke vomited his teeth stuck in his throat, wiped the blood that was blown out of the corner of his mouth, and got up from the ground.

Although it's very embarrassed.

Although her face was swollen.

But he was quite calm.

Find out the reason.

He is still confident.

As for the source of confidence, it is the experience of confronting Kitahara Nanfeng just now, because Kitahara Nanfeng is just a small priest in the local area, and because he is Shaomiyaji of Ise Shrine.

Kitahara Nanfeng lowered his left hand that flew Shimamoto Keisuke out, held a knife in his right hand, and slowly walked to him.

The two stood face to face.

Just like just now.

It was just on the stone steps.

Now it is on the flat Side Road.

Kitahara Nanfeng did not stand below the stone steps, and was one head taller than Shimamoto Keisuke.

A red light radiated from the corners of his eyes, his skin was red, and as he breathed, boiling hot air came to his face.

It's like a volcano that is about to erupt.

His changes and strangeness.

It has been obvious that Keisuke Shimamoto in front of him cannot do anything without notice.

"…eyes? Or what? How did you do it?"

Shimamoto Keisuke looked at the red light in Kitahara's Nanfeng's eyes and his breathing was slightly rapid.

"Did I say it? I hate answering strangers' questions."

Beiyuan Nanfeng raised his left hand and clenched his fist.

Wave it in his face.

Shimamoto Keisuke wrapped his right hand around the spirit behind him.

Hold Beiyuan Nanfeng's left fist firmly again... for one second.

With the north and south wind exerted force.

His wrist was sticking back, and Beiyuan Nanfeng crossed his palm, and the hammer spread out from behind him that was blocking the spirit in front. Although the force was weakened layer by layer, his fist was still imprinted on his intact cheek.

Bang.

Shimamoto Keisuke was beaten so hard that he moved a few steps to the right, and was stunned.

"I am Ise Shrine Shaomiji!"

He slowly turned his head and looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng, his expression became a little ferocious.

"Natsume family's north-south wind, so..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng held the knife, raised it high, and slashed towards his head: "What does this mean?"

All the spirits behind Shimamoto Keisuke rushed to his head.

It successfully blocked the slash of the North Yuan Nanfeng.

"Represents the shrine at the summit of the national shrine! Represents - nobility!"

The muscles on Shimamoto's face seemed to be moving, and his face looked like a ferocious ghost.

Then, he stared at Beiyuan Nanfeng and suddenly shouted: "Stone House of Heaven."

As his words came out.

The spirit that blocked the blade seemed to come alive.

Slam expansion.

He quickly climbed up along the blade and bound the north and south wind.

The spirit wrapped around the north and south wind, and flew backwards.

But the north and south wind stood firmly in place without moving at all.

“…Stone House of Heaven.”

Keisuke Shimamoto shouted again.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was still standing there.

"...I occasionally took ancient Chinese class seriously. The Stone House of Tianyue refers to the Tianyando whom Amaterasu's great god hides? A god who saw his younger brother spilling feces, is it? What's the noble place? "

The sound of the south wind in the north is heard.

He raised his hand casually, like tearing apart the wrapping paper, tearing the trapped spirit in half.

It also tore Shimamoto Keisuke's confidence in half.

Kitahara Nanfeng's figure reappeared in front of Keisushi Shimamoto.

"God..." Keisuke Shimamoto opened his mouth.

Beiyuan Nanfeng raised his foot directly and kicked him in the stomach before he made a sound.

The spirit blocking Shimamoto Keisuke's body was vulnerable.

The sole of the shoe was printed on his abdomen.

Shimamoto Keisuke's feet were off the ground, his limbs were forward, and his waist was arched at an angle that seemed to be about to be broken.

Time seemed to have stopped for a moment.

Then.
To be continued...