thump--

Minister of the Security Department, Kajiyama Yohei fell to the ground.

A dull sound.

Almost everyone stopped and looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng.

No one expected it.

The Minister of Security Department, who is one rank higher than the north wind of the north.

Just died like this.

Still died on the way to the sneak attack.

On the other side.

Although Beiyuan Nanfeng turned his head and hid, he was inevitably covered in blood.

He raised his right hand with some disgust and wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand.

The blood on his face spread as he wiped it, and it shone with his scarlet eyes, making it look particularly weird.

At the same time, before coming down, Mio kissed her forehead began to emit hot heat.

Beiyuan Nanfeng stretched out his finger and gently touched his hot forehead.

Then he smiled, put down his hand, and swung the knife.

After throwing the blood on the blade clean,

He didn't even look at the body of Kajiyama Yohei on the ground, and turned around and threw away the flank in his left hand.

The shorter than the ordinary long sword rotates in the air for a circle, and draws a silver line in the night.

"On the one hand, he looks like he wants to do his best, but he turns around and gets someone to attack him. It really has your style."

Kitahara Nanfeng raised his left hand again, steadily grasped the hilt of the knife, and then looked at Yuasa Tetsuhei and the two Ise Shrine Omiyaji.

Yuasa Tetsuhei was quite calm.

But the two Omiyaji of Ise Shrine had already started sweating.

Because of the knife that the north wind just swung.

The knife that beheaded Kajiyama Yohei.

They didn't see clearly.

Only a white line was seen.

"But then again, it's normal for you to do this in the battle of life and death, that's right—"

Beiyuan Nanfeng weighed the flank difference he had just obtained, and then lowered his body.

One long and one short.

Two knives.

Cross each other.

"You must be mentally prepared, too."

Beiyuan Nanfeng whispered the last sentence.

Then, bend your knees.

Forward rush.

The strong wind suddenly rose.

The figure of Nanfeng from Kitahara disappeared and instantly came to Omiyaji holding a spear.

He pressed against the ground, like a black shadow, and came to his face with the sound of his clothes!

The Omiya Ji suddenly stabbed the spear to the ground, then held the handle of the spear and swung the spear toward the north wind.

"Actually."

The spear spear spear speared with a scorching light like fireworks, with afterimages, opening and closing.

clang--

Sparks burst out.

Beiyuan Nanfeng paused, and he turned nimblely, holding the flank in his left hand, lowering the center of gravity, blocking the sideways, and firmly holding the sweeping spear.

Then, he stepped on the ground, accelerated again, and advanced forward.

The strangle was scratching the spear.

With sparks all the way.

Thrilling!

"I use the knife very mediocrely, basically relying on brute force and a different reaction ability than ordinary people."

Nanfeng from Kitahara approached the Omiyaji and said the comment he gave him intact.

Hold the knife in your right hand to the tip of your eyebrows.

The tip of the knife moves forward.

"Time strangle."

"break."

The moment when the North Yuan Nanfeng lifted the knife.

Another Omiyaji rushed over immediately, trying to limit the Tokuhara Nanfeng.

But the North Yuan Nanfeng was downplayed and directly caused his unformed authority to die.

At the same time, he walked forward with his right hand and stabbed Omiya in front of him.

Omiyashi reacted very quickly in front of him.

In an instant, he let go of the spear in his hand and retreated quickly.

But it's still a little slower.

The blade of Beiyuan Nanfeng still touched his skin.

A huge force exploded from the blade, and it was like a storm!

Suddenly he had a sharp edge.

Cut fabric.

Tweed it on his chest.

Omiyaji in front of him groaned and wanted to make seals.

Beiyuan Nanfeng swung his knife and walked forward, kicking him directly in the abdomen.

The opponent flew out like a cannonball in an instant.

Kick Omiya in front of him away.

The Nanfeng of Beiyuan had no intention of stopping. He turned around, crossed his sword and crossed his flanks, blocking his face.

block--

Another Omiyaji raised the knight's sword in his hand and hit the top of Kitahara Nanfeng's head, but was firmly held back.

"My authority is weird, but it can only take effect on one person for a period of time."

Beiyuan Nanfeng erected the knight's sword and raised it slightly, revealing the scarlet eyes with red light radiating in the corner of his eyes. He once again said the other party's comments to him.

“Kisa (Kisa-ma)!”

Omiya in front of him gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

But the next second.

The roar is replaced by the sound of retching.

Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly released his force, put down the two swords that were long and short in the cross-blocking, and suddenly turned around, and a heavy whip leg that was heavy.

The heel was printed on Omiya's side abdomen.

As if he was about to break in the center, his entire waist was dislocated and twisted to the side.

Immediately afterwards, it flew out like a cannonball.

"at last……"

Beiyuan Nanfeng swung his hands, one long and one short, and his movements were smoothly putting it into his left waist.

Then arch your waist and lean forward.

Facing Yuasa Tetsuhei, after taking a deep breath, he spit out a word.

"First line."
To be continued...