“贵——様(Kisa——ma)!!”

Fujiwara Tibetan let out a tragic cry, holding the blade tightly with both hands, preventing the tip of the knife that pierced his eyes from continuing to move forward.

then.

It's a tremendous anger.

He lay on the muddy ground, forcing his head to raise his head, staring at the north wind that was pressing his sky spirit cover, and his right eye was covered with red blood, his left eye was covered with blood, and his face looked like an evil ghost.

Beiyuan Nanfeng has no expression on his face.

He pushed his cold left hand forward, pressed him on the ground again, held the knife in his right hand, and pressed him down again.

"roll!"

Fujiwara Tibetan roared, and the blue veins on his forehead suddenly rose.

The capillaries under the skin began to ooze bleeding under the erosion of the violent spirit, and large patches of purple-red spots appeared on the surface of the skin, like tattoos.

A spirit filled with a breath of destruction erupted from him.

The spirit visible to the naked eye unfolds instantly.

He directly flew out the north and south winds that were pressing against him.

Based on the Fujiwara Tibetans.

The spirit seemed to have a front and began to leap, causing a strong destructive effect similar to shock waves.

Wherever it reaches.

The rain flows backward.

The withered leaves turn into powder.

Even the mud on the ground was scraped off a layer, revealing the dry ground.

In front of the hospital, the courtyard used for health care and healing, the air fluctuates violently.

Then it became very sudden and silent.

Because the rain stopped.

The violent spiritual power burst out from the body of Fujiwara Hiroshima was in the air, shattering the rain.

"cough……"

Fujiwara Hiroto covered his eyes and struggled to get up.

The bright red blood left along his fingers, slid down his arms, and finally dripped on his elbows.

A click.

Dropped on the ground.

Sputtering open.

His remaining pupils slowly narrowed, and he looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng, with an uncontrollable anger, and said:

"Nanfeng Beiyuan...you are very good! I won't kill you now! I may not be able to sleep in the future! I want to thank you, thank you for making me realize that you are likely to become the second Sumiko Shikai."

As his words fell.

Swish.

The violent spiritual power that enveloped the courtyard quickly gathered.

The rain fell again.

In the countless rains falling from the sky, Kitahara Nanfeng stood not far away, raised his head and stared at the Tibetans in Fujiwara.

Wait quietly.

"I also want to thank you. Thank you very much for making me realize that even when facing an enemy who is far weaker than you, you must do your best. Immediately, immediately, quickly solve the other party without leaving any chance. Don't worry, I will remember this experience deeply, and then use it directly on the two people upstairs!"

As he said that, he slowly raised his right foot, stepped forward, and walked into the heavy rain.

Fujiwara Omiyaji, who has always deliberately maintained his demeanor so that he will not be soaked in rain like the Kitahara Nanfeng, has completely walked out of his protective area to welcome the rain and mud.

Follow him forward.

The violent spiritual power of his body extended out and began to expand and contract out regularly as he breathed.

"Also... as a gift, I want to teach you a little bit-"

Fujiwara Tibetans began to speed up.

As he desperately exploits the potential and spirit of the Pure Level.

The sewage on the ground that was trampled by him began to fall slowly.

The splashes that would have fallen in an instant began to stagnate in mid-air.

"This world relies on absolute power. Although breaking through desperate situations can bring about a short-term illusion of becoming stronger, it is absolutely impossible to defeat enemies far beyond yours by relying solely on luck and fearlessness.

Take this experience well and take my eyes together.”

Under severe pain and the stigma of never being so severely injured.

The Tibetans of Fujiwara showed off their horror as a pure rank.

and.

The authority belonging to the two levels of Ming and Pure are opened.

His authority alone.

Beiyuan Nanfeng seemed to have not noticed this yet.

He stood not far away.

Lift your knife again, put it around your waist, lower your head, lean forward, sideways, and bow your waist.

Although there is no sense of elegance that is spotless in white clothes.

But this young man who looks like a high school student still has the feeling that it is difficult to find in others.

He stood alone in the rain.

That feeling of solemnity.

Almost hit the face.

"First line."

Beiyuan Nanfeng raised his wrist slightly.

Different from the blade at the waist, it is downward.

The arc flashes.

Walked around his body.

In the bursting arc, the blade made a sharp sound.

The south wind in the north land came in an instant.

Fujiwara Tibetan looked at the instant of Nanfeng Kitahara, and slowly sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Spit out a few words.

"Time strangle."

An indescribable violent spiritual power exploded and spread to the surroundings.

In a blink of an eye, it melted into the rain again.

The north-land south wind enveloped.

Everything suddenly returned to silence.

The lightning came, and the Beiyuan Nanfeng, who was holding his hand on the hilt of the knife, suddenly stopped halfway.

The arc spread like branches, which remained in a leaping state, stagnating around him, and was also motionless.

The scene in Fujiwara Tibetan eyes just turned into reality.

authority.

The choice of the day can affect reality to a certain extent, and resonance goes further, and finally achieves the ability to rewrite rules. It is similar to the existence of the field, which is - 'authority'.

This is authority.

"you say."

Fujiwara Tibetan covered her eyes with one hand and moved forward step by step.

Finally, he stood in front of Nanfeng, who was in the sword drawing posture, staring at the young man who was in the rain, who was strangled by time and still maintained a handsome posture, gasping for breath, his expression gradually became ferocious: "How should I thank you?"

The north-land south-wind expression is calm.

The rain washed him.

Faced with this isolated situation, he did not seem to have much change in his expression.
To be continued...