"Brother of righteousness."

On the other side.

Not far from the battlefield.

Mio Natsume, who was shaken away at first, moved and struggled to get up while calling out to his brother worriedly.

"I'm fine."

Beiyuan Nanfeng hugged the girl's soft body, shook his head and replied.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his face became strange as Natsume Mio struggled to get up.

"Stop, don't move around, I seem to have something to do..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng held her who wanted to get up.

A faint fragrance came.

But Beiyuan Nanfeng didn't have the heart to feel it.

Natsume Mio was in his arms and was stunned for a moment.

Then he shrank his slender and well-proportioned white legs.

A little embarrassed.

I seemed to have kicked...

Relaxed for a while.

Beiyuan Nanfeng let go of her and stood up.

Just in time, I saw the man from the White Bear Shrine pinched the back of the god's erect neck, pressing the other party's head, and smashing it to the ground.

A dull sound.

The entire ground seemed to be shaking.

"Is this a technique to strengthen physical fitness?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng patted his trouser legs and immediately diverted his attention. He looked at the strong man not far away and asked.

Natsume Mio glanced at his brother's... trouser legs, and when he seemed to be fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "Well, strengthening, shaping, transformation, and attachment, these are the basic applications of spirit."

Beiyuan Nanfeng nodded, then thought for a while and said, "You can drive the 'yan'."

"Are we going to go?"

Natsume Mio asked while taking out the knife from the instrument and posing in the 'swallow' position.

"No, have you seen a social animal who took the initiative to find something for himself? Besides, I was injured just now...

They can beat us if they can. As for driving the 'swallow', they are just in case, and they will run away faster then."

Mio Natsume: "…"

...

The strong man from the White Bear Shrine smashed the head of the Lord of God hard on the ground.

The Lord of God stopped moving immediately.

It's like dead.

The strong man was still uneasy and grabbed the Lord of God's hair again, lifted up His head, and smashed it many times.

Then he slowly withdrew his hand pressing on his head.

Sanlun Kei came to him.

He looked at the face down and was motionless and cursed.

Then he raised his right leg and kicked the Lord of God's head. He attached his right leg to the Spirit, and directly stepped on most of the Lord of God's head and fell into the mud.

"Rest in peace."

This kick.

The extremely oppressive spirit on the body of the Sanlun Gui is indeed gone.

He took a shotgun out of the device again.

Removed his feet and pressed the muzzle against the back of the Lord's head.

He pulled the trigger directly.

With a loud bang.

All the projectiles were sank into the back of the head of the Hei-Chapter God Lord.

Sanluangui fired a few more shots.

Although in most cases, just like at the beginning, due to the blockage of spirits, the guns are limited in power to Tianxuan, and their main function is to consume the opponent's spiritual reserves.

But if there is no spirit.

In fact, everyone is a physical body.

Used to finish the knife.

The most suitable.

Sanluo Gui finished shooting the shotgun bullet and directly knocked the Lord of God's head to pieces.

Then he threw away the gun and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ready to leave.

"you……"

But he just threw it down and robbed it.

The strong man was just about to let go of the Lord's neck.

Suddenly, a sound that seemed to be mixed with multiple voices began to sound.

"Why are even worse than bald boys?"

The Lord of God was deeply trapped in the mud, his scattered head slowly rotated, and finally turned 180 degrees directly, facing the strong man and the Sanlun Gui.

Sanlun Kei took a breath.

Raise your legs again and kick the Lord in the head.

But this time.

His soles didn't even touch the hair of the God Lord.

Stopped in mid-air.

"I ask you why, even bald boys are worse than those."

The voice of the Lord of God sounded like a man and a woman sounded again.

His strong man stared at him widened his eyes.

He pinched His neck with one hand.

Raise the other hand.

make a fist.

The spiritual power spread forward along his arm, eventually forming a spike-like thing.

He held the Lord of God's neck and suddenly parted with him.

Swing His head, which was blocked by the Tri-Royal Ghost feet, to the side.

Then, towards His head.

He punched.

But the spike made of spiritual power melted and shattered before approaching the face of the Lord of God.

In the end, there was only one fist imprinted on the face of the Lord of God.

A soft and weak punch.

The strong man moved his fist away.

The divine Lord whose head was rotating one hundred and eighty degrees faced his eyes and Sanlun Gui, with a expressionless face.

Beat up slowly and prepare to stand up.

The strong man widened his eyes, pressed his neck tightly, pressed his knees on his spine, and pressed the weight of his body up.

It also failed to stop the Lord of God from slowly standing up.

He was overturned to the ground.

The Lord of God slowly stood up and stood in front of Sanlungui.

The two stood face to face.
To be continued...