It's over.

It's all over.

The hundred-day ghost Longming, who was ashamed, knelt on the ground, lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

He is unwilling to give up!

Why!!

Suddenly, Kyoichi Hirashima beside him pulled him.

He was in a depressed mood at the moment and ignored it.

But Kyoichi Hirashima refused to give in and pulled him.

Hundred-day ghost Longming suddenly turned his head and stared at him.

Kyo Hirashima didn't care about his gaze at all, so he kept signaling him to look forward.

When the Hundred-Day Gui Longming saw his expression, he suddenly became furious, thinking that he wanted to see the scene where Beiyuan Nanfeng knelt down: "...Is it fun!? Is it great to kneel down??"

"No...you're looking at it." Kyoichi Hirajima cried and finally plucked up the courage to speak.

He felt that he was really in trouble today, and he was confused and knew nothing, so he watched a fight between gods and was about to be yelled.

The Hundred-Day Ghost Longming was stunned, carefully avoiding Prince Jiaren's eyes and looking forward.

Then.

He saw Sumiko Qihai and Nanfeng Beiyuan still standing.

He suddenly widened his eyes and trembled all over.

He knew what the advent of the existence was, even on the island, the other side had absolute suppression on them.

Kneel down with this sound.

Maybe not considered a technique.

Just a shout of anger, but suppression is suppression. As long as it is a Japanese, there is no way to disobey.

So the moment he kneels down.

You know that everything is over.

Sumiko Nikai stood within his expectations.

But he never thought... Beiyuan Nanfeng is still standing now.

There is still hope!

Hundred-day Gui Longming's breathing became rapid.

But soon.

He was interrupted by a solemn shout.

"Kneel down!" Prince Jiaren looked at the standing Beiyuan Nanfeng and shouted angrily again.

The Hundred-Day Gui Longming's face turned pale and his head buzzed.

But far away.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was like a ok, still holding a knife and staring at Prince Jiaren, whose eyes were dyed with golden color.

The knees are not bent even a little.

Behind him.

Sumiko Qihai glanced at the back of Nanfeng Beiyuan, a little surprised and confused.

"Kneel down!"

Seeing that the north wind in the north is still standing steadily.

Jiaren yelled again, this time the sound was so loud that it was deafening.

But Beiyuan Nanfeng responded, and raised the knife slightly.

"Kneel down..." Prince Jiaren widened his golden eyes and was about to continue shouting angrily.

"Are you upset?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly made a sound, interrupting his angry shout in a calm manner.

Then he slowly raised the knife, pointed the tip of the knife at Jiaren, and said, "You kneel down."

brush.

As soon as he said it.

The two kneeling Omiyaji suddenly turned his head and looked at him, his eyes as if they wanted to eat people!

Beiyuan Nanfeng ignored their gaze.

He resisted the pressure and slowly pulled the knife to his waist, making a "line" move.

“…”

Jiaren's chest was undulating.

But the next second.

The golden light column on his body shook gently. As the light column changed, a hint of anger in Jiaren's golden eyes gradually disappeared, and the light column covering him began to shrink and gathered onto the magma.

He turned his head blankly and stopped looking at the Nanfeng of Beiyuan, but raised his magma and pointed it at Qihai Chengzi.

It seems that I no longer have to worry about the north and south winds.

It seems that his primary goal is Sumiko Nichi.

Beiyuan Nanfeng revealed this idea, took a deep breath, and was about to spit out the word "At the same time".

But at this moment.

The two kneeling Omiyaji suddenly stood up and rushed towards him frantically.

Beiyuan Nanfeng frowned.

"Snatching sword!...Northern wind!!"

The Hundred Days Ghost Longming suddenly shouted.

Then.

An undetectable ripples came from the air.

The two Omiyaji, who were crazy in the distance, suddenly slowed down.

Beiyuan Nanfeng felt a stir in his heart. No matter what it was, he said directly: "First line!"

brush!

Along with the distance, the nails that the Hundred-Day Gui Longming raised with all his might turned into dust and dissipated in the wind.

The figure of Nanfeng in Beiyuan disappeared.

The round air wave exploded.

The two Omiyaji who were blocking the road were directly blown away by the strong wind.

Next second.

The south wind of Beiyuan appeared in front of Prince Jiaren, bathed in a golden light column.

The golden beam of light falling from the sky had shrunk to the top of his head, and the range was narrowed to the point where it could just cover his body.

But the magma in his hand.

It's like gold at this moment, very dazzling.

Beiyuan Nanfeng observed the situation instantly, then drew his sword and slashed at Jiaren's head.

“…”

Jiaren suddenly turned around and glanced at him.

The golden eyes have no emotion.

It is precisely because of this sight.

Beiyuan Nanfeng felt like he was hit head-on by a mountain in his chest, so he flew backwards and smashed it hard on the ground, and rolled out a long way.

After Jiaren glanced at him, he withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at Qihai Chengzi.

Hundred-day Gui Longming looked at the movement of the North Yuan Nanfeng: "Northern Feng, you..."

"Ahem..."

The south wind in Beiyuan moved, then coughed, slowly stood up, and looked at Prince Jiaren in the distance.

He put on a straight line again.

Only leave a back for the Hundred Days Gui Longming.
To be continued...