"Do you know how much time I spent to get the shy senior sister to come on stage?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng jumped off the stage.

After pulling out the knife.

Lift the knife backwards.

Step forward, the tip of the knife was down and stabbed directly at Shunsuke Fujiwara on the ground.

Fujiwara Shunsuke, who fell face down, turned around suddenly and moved forward, allowing his throat to avoid the tip of the knife, while raising his hand towards Kitahara Nanfeng.

The blade that Kitano pierced down suddenly stopped.

Fujiwara Shunsuke gasped slightly, raised his other hand, covering the place where he had just been hit by the guitar, with blood in his eyes, looking at Kitahara Nanfeng, about to speak.

"Oh."

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth.

Fujiwara Shunsuke's breathing stagnated.

puff!

Beiyuan Nanfeng also held the hilt of the knife with his other hand, and slowly stabbed the knife into his abdomen with unstoppable power.

Fujiwara Shunsuke's eyes widened and his mouth opened hard

The north and south wind were slightly windy, pressing the knife down.

The blade broke through Shunsuke Fujiwara's clothes, skin, and flesh.

Finally, it penetrated him.

Accompanied by the sound of clicking.

Punched into the floor beneath him.

The floor cracked.

Kitahara Nanfeng released the hilt, gently placed his hand on the shank, leaned forward, looked at Fujiwara Shunsuke with his big mouth, and said:

"Didn't you eat?"

"That's the obstacle?"

"That's the ability to be the first level?"

"Fujiwara family, it's great."

Fujiwara Shunsuke opened his mouth and tried hard to inhale and exhale, trying to relieve the pain.

At this moment he.

It seems that I can't even say anything.

After a while.

He finally recovered from the severe pain and squeezed out a few words: "Who are you? I am the Fujiwara Kita-jia..."

"Your father."

Beiyuan Nanfeng interrupted him directly, said Chinese, then grabbed the hilt of the knife again, and slowly pulled the knife out of his abdomen.

The pain was instantly full.

Shunsuke Fujiwara couldn't continue to say anything.

His entire upper body was tilted upwards, trying to get up, his limbs swaying randomly, like a drowning fish.

"I didn't want to pay attention to you at first, because I have spent a lot of effort on it today. I hope to help the little girl fulfill her wish and then chat with you well, but you can't seem to wait."

Beiyuan Nanfeng said while pulling out the knife.

Then aim at him and stab him again.

Fujiwara Shunsuke's eyes widened, almost protruding.

But at this moment.

"Who gives you the courage to unfold in school?"

A voice with a little anger sounded at the entrance of the auditorium.

Kitahara Nanfeng stabbed Fujiwara Shunsuke under him,

A second before piercing into him.

Suddenly stopped.

Because the spirit condensed into substance blocked the front of the knife.

Familiar techniques.

It's very similar to the procedure of the deputy chief of the Mirror Class, Keisushi Shimamoto.

Beiyuan Nanfeng frowned and looked up at the entrance of the auditorium.

Also the moment he looked up.

Two familiar names were called out.

"Fujiki Masato, Milou Kei."

At the entrance of the auditorium.

Standing at the deputy director of the Countermeasures class, Seiichi Kuroda and Kei Miramiya beside Ryohei Aimi, looked at Kitahara Nanfeng, and although he heard Seiichi Kuroda, he did not move.

But on the other side, Fujiki Masato hesitated for a while.

In the end, he chose to perform his duties and walked towards the north Yuan Nanfeng.

Miran Kei saw Fujiki Masato walking towards the Minami Feng of the Northland, and wanted to remind him, but from the corner of his eyes he glanced at Seiichi Kuroda beside him, and finally sighed and said nothing, but followed Fujiki Masato.

Masato Fujiki walked to the south wind of the Northland.

Very fast pace.

He stared at the north wind in Beiyuan.

So much so that he ignored the surroundings.

A petite phantom, just as Fujiki Masato was fully focused, suddenly came out of the crowd, wearing an ordinary high school uniform, and a knife in his hand drooped.

Natsume Mio stepped on the floor lightly, lowering her body's center of gravity.

He approached Fujiki Masato.

Extremely fast.

Wait until Fujiki Masato reacted.

I immediately turned my head and saw only a pair of beautiful eyes, delicate and flawless faces, and... a knife that slashed at me.

At the critical moment.

Masato Fujiki's whole body collapsed and suddenly turned sideways, barely dodging the blade.

But Natsume Mio took a step forward, twisted her wrist, moved the blade horizontally, and then slashed the knife.

Masato Fujiki rolled onto the ground and reluctantly hid again in a rather embarrassed manner.

But Mio Natsume didn't mean to give him any breath.

Just as Fujiki Masato bounced up from the ground and wanted to regroup, Mio Natsume was about to start the schema.

Natsume Mio moved forward again.

...After practicing with Kitahara Nanfeng for a long time, Natsume Mio's fighting style inevitably moved closer to Kitahara Nanfeng. The most obvious change was that her offensive wave after wave, without stopping.

As soon as Fujiki Masato stood up, he suggested that he had not had time to move his movements, the knife appeared in front of his face again.

and.

While swinging the knife.

Natsume Mio raised her long legs and kicked him in the knee.

Masato Fujiki was leaning back and avoiding the knife. Now his knees are attacked, and he is completely unable to maintain his center of gravity. His legs become weak.

Bang.

Masato Fujiki knelt straight in front of Mio Natsume.

He looked at Mio Natsume and stared at him, as if he couldn't accept that he had lost to the beautiful jk in front of him, and was suppressed to kneel in front of him.

Natsume Mio's long hair was a little messy at this moment, but she still held the knife steadily and held Masato Fujiki's neck.

Miraki Kei, who was following Fujiki Masato, saw this scene, and in desperation, he had no time to think about it. Subconsciously, he took out a handful of Karov from the instrument...

But Miro Kei took out the gun and had not had time to aim at Mio Natsume.

I felt a murderous aura that seemed to condense into substance...

Sanluang Gui's hand holding the gun shook suddenly.
To be continued...