Fujiwara Tibetan retreated step by step, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the grim smile of Kitahara Nanfeng, who was not surprised that he was temporarily suppressed.

Boarding in Fujiwara Hidego where Miyata's family is.

Even the unformed Fujiwara Hidego and his ancestors are not easy to deal with.

But the Kitahara Nanfeng, who was in front of him, walked out of Miyata's house.

Not only did he not suffer fatal injuries, but he didn't even have minor injuries.

And he was just kicked downstairs.

He also noticed it.

The state of the north and south winds is a bit strange.

I felt something was emerging from his body.

He never despised Beiyuan Nanfeng, otherwise he would not have had so much effort to inquire about his news. He just spent so much talk to anger him.

It seems now.

This deputy director of the Countermeasures Department is indeed very strong.

This perverted power and speed, a slightly weaker level, may be beaten to death if you are not careful without using your authority.

As for himself...

It doesn't matter.

The development of the situation is still under control.

Fujiwara Tibetan took a deep breath, roared, and his steps back stopped.

He struggled with his left hand and held Beiyuan Nanfeng's wrist with his back hand, no longer caring about his demeanor. The pure level brought a condensed and huge spirit to appear in his hands, allowing him to completely resist the slashing pressure of Beiyuan Nanfeng wrapped in rain and electric arcs.

Then he flipped his right hand.

He forced aside the blade against his arm.

His arms were like snakes, crossing the defense line of the north and south wind, and choked his neck.

Then he put a force on his waist.

He directly threw the north Yuan Nanfeng out.

The north wind in Beiyuan fell heavily on the muddy ground, rolled on the ground for several rounds, hitting the hospital walls, and then stopped barely.

Fujiwara Tibetan looked at the corner of his mouth as he fell out.

The spirit that left the body suddenly unfolded behind him, and in the rain curtain, it was like half a pure white wing.

anger.

It's indeed poison.

The moment he rushed up, Beiyuan Nanfeng lost.

Deal with such power-type opponents.

Because of Sumiko Nichi.

Fujiwara Tibetans are very experienced.

When Sumiko Nikai appeared in Ise Temple for the first time, he fought with Sumiko Nikai.

Such an opponent can easily win by simply finding the upper limit and setting a distance, causing the opponent to temporarily lose the ability to resist. Using techniques and using power is not necessary to use authority.

Just like now.

But Sumiko Qihai also has a damn 'Only My Only Way'.

And the north and south wind in front of you doesn’t have that kind of thing.

"This person is behind the gods and demons and monsters."

He raised his hand and pointed at the fallen Beiyuan Nanfeng, and half of his wings spread out.

The heavy rain still did not stop.

But the rain falling near the wings is like encountering natural enemies.

They all bypassed the half-sliced ​​wings built by the spirit.

The winner has been decided.

Next, it's time to think about how to deal with Qihai Sumiko...

Fujiwara Tibetan thought leisurely...

"I said, are your Ise Shrine's artwork so slow?"

But at this moment.

A voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Fujiwara Tibetan's expression froze. He looked at the front of the figure of Kitahara Nanfeng, and turned his head.

Beiyuan Nanfeng appeared beside him with a knife, standing with him, motionless, dense rain fell on his face and body.

The rain curtain enveloped him, and he seemed to be integrated into it.

"Sorry, I just got used to the increase brought by two bottles of blood called "Unormal" and I was a little unskilled... I can't find the key point, that feeling, I just heard what you said, I found it, let's continue."

Discover the eyes of the Tibetans in Fujiwara.

Kitahara Nanfeng slowly turned his head and smiled at him: "By the way, you just said Kabukicho, right?"

Fujiwara Hiroshi's face suddenly sank.

Something is wrong.

He waved his right hand, turned his head and pointed his index finger at Beiyuan Nanfeng beside him.

The wings behind him swung open again, aiming at the north Yuan Nanfeng.

The air becomes as viscous as sea water and is difficult to break free.

It seemed like the terrifying temperature that ruined the world gushed out from the end of the wings.

brush.

A white light that seemed to fall from the sky instantly surrounded the north and south winds.

The surrounding rain was almost instantly vaporized, evaporated into mist, and gradually spread.

Have a good experience.

The technique from the purified level...

?

Fujiwara Hiroshi suddenly stopped thinking, slowly lowered his head, and looked at the hand on his neck.

Then his eyes slowly moved along the arms around his neck, frozen on Beiyuan Nanfeng's face.

"This is too slow, right?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

Wait? What is this?

Just when the Fujiwara Tibetan was a little dazed, there was a roar of thunder, bursting out from the body of the Nanfeng of the Northland.

The north plain south wind takes a step forward.

He mentioned the Fujiwara Tibetan, the Omiyaji of the Ise Shrine.

He stirred the heavy rain with him, tore the mist wrapped in the wind, and then smashed him heavily to the ground.

Dong.

The whole ground.

It seemed that it was shocked.

Fujiwara Tibetan reacted quickly and immediately wrapped his whole body with his spirit, holding Kitahara Nanfeng's wrist with both hands, forcibly wrestling with him, preventing him from completely suppressing himself.

at the same time.

The wings that had not yet dissipated behind him suddenly swelled and swung to the north and south wind.

My neck suddenly loosened.

Under the attack of the wings.

Beiyuan Nanfeng loosened his neck and disappeared.

Fujiwara Tibetan breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up quickly on the muddy ground with both hands.

Even if he was forced to the ground.

He still maintained his demeanor.

The spirit wrapped around his body not only gave him the capital to fight with a powerful player like Beiyuan Nanfeng, but also allowed him to remain clean until now, without any trace of rain or dirt.
To be continued...