Ishizaki Masato was beaten backwards with a punch, and walked through the first door, Big Torii with an unstoppable momentum, and continued along the front of the Hallaso.

Along the way.

The stalls selling crafts and souvenirs on both sides were all overturned.

until.

Passing through the Second Torii, we come to the so-called Divine Gate, which is the main entrance of the shrine.

Masato Ishizaki hit the huge support column hard.

He just stopped.

On the other side.

The north wind fell steadily, shook his hand and stopped taking the knife.

He even punched with a knife!

Go to tm.

The blood of the North Yuan Nanfeng began to boil and was infuriated.

He glanced at the stone tablet of Yasukuni Shrine in front of the gate and kicked it away.

The huge stone tablet and the signs inserted on it instantly shattered.

Beiyuan Nanfeng shook his legs and began to walk forward, but after walking a few steps, he took a deep breath, stopped again, turned back, arrived at the position where the knife was inserted, changed his mind, and pulled out the knife.

The blade was pulled out and trembled again, as if it was singing happily.

Kitahara Nanfeng stood in front of the towering first door with a knife and stopped.

"If I hadn't hit it with a fist, I wouldn't have to."

Beiyuan Nanfeng raised his knife and gently flicked the blade with his middle finger.

Then, he slowly put the knife around his waist, arched his body, and at the same time he pressed his right leg toes against the ground, slowly moving back.

The north and south wind were like a sprint, condensing the spirit in the body on the blade.

The dazzling halo as bright as the sun lit up at the end of the blade behind him.

Beiyuan Nanfeng's knife had no scabbard, so he used himself as a scabbard.

A continuous influx of spirits.

It began to condense into a little bit on the blade.

Kitahara Nanfeng raised his head again, looked at the towering first door, and held the hilt of the knife with his right hand.

Draw the sword.

A flash of light.

The crescent-like arc air waves were filled with a layer of light golden ripples around them, accompanied by the torn and shattered road surfaces.

Fly forward.

The first big torii cast in bronze, with a click.

Divide into two in the center.

It collapsed with a bang!

...

Crescent-like arc air waves.

Keep moving forward.

The spacious Hallo behind Otorii was destroyed, and all the bricks and stones were lifted to both sides.

The bronze statue of Omura Yijiro who is blocked in the center of Sando, and the second Torii who is further down.

Also divided into two.

Fall to both sides.

The air wave, or more accurately, the sword energy rushed straight to Masazo Ishizaki who was sitting in front of the god gate.

Ishizaki Masato roared angrily and fled forward.

Break the sword energy that was coming to his face.

But he hadn't had time to breathe a sigh of relief.

"You like punching, right?"

The north and south wind before the shadows arrived, the sound arrived first.

Placed in front of the main entrance, the "lower" sign was lifted by the strong wind, and the lanterns on both sides were directly twisted and turned into cloth dust all over the sky.

Ishizaki Masato struggled, trying to stand up.

But he straightened his waist.

call

The strong wind whistled.

Beiyuan Nanfeng appeared in front of him, his posture wide open and closed, and he was holding his fist.

Masato Ishizaki subconsciously wanted to get out, but it was too late.

The fist was directly printed on his face.

The muscles on his entire face were shaking because of this punch.

Bang

Ishizaki's head hit the stone slab hard, following the stone chips.

It bounced a bit.

"You like punching, right?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng raised his right leg, stepped on his head, pressed his head, and crushed it hard.

Asked again.

? "Even to Avici Hell."

Masato Ishizaki gritted his teeth hard, his pupils moved, and he looked at the Nanfeng of Nihara above, and squeezed out a few words from his teeth.

Behind the Gate of God.

The most eye-catching building in the shrine is the most contoured by the worship hall. The huge curtain hanging from both sides of the eaves suddenly shook slightly.

Beiyuan Nanfeng narrowed his eyes, crossed the low hall corridor, and looked at the temple in the distance.

A vague, ghostly figure rushed towards him.

Kitahara Nanfeng frowned and jumped back a few meters, stopping his close suppression of Masazo Ishizaki.

The ghostly figure saw Kitahara Nanfeng jump away and immediately turned his head and sank into Masazo Ishizaki's body.

"Ahem..."

Ishizaki Masato coughed dryly and slowly stood up from the ground.

A pair of eyes stained with gold, and the momentum increased sharply.

He looked at the north wind in Beiyuan and corrected his posture.

"Look at the power of our ancestors."

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng was stunned.

Then, he laughed sarcastically without restraint.

He bent down with a smile.

It spread far.

Because of his laughter.

The huge curtain hanging from both sides of the eaves of the temple floated slightly and shook again.

"…sorry, I can't help it."

Kitahara Nanfeng straightened his waist, barely stopped laughing, and looked at Masazo Ishizaki again.

Ishizaki Masato's face was expressionless, with his left arm in front and his right arm in back, clenched his fist and took a step forward.

A strong wind blew in my face!

The figure of Masazo Ishizaki's figure instantly magnified in Kitahara's pupils!

Sound boom followed closely.

He punched the jab directly at the face of Beiyuan Nanfeng.
To be continued...