"Do you think I can only block it?"

Shimamoto Keisuke looked at the Nanfeng Kitahara who began to recover as he moved up step by step, and suddenly said.

"I beg you to fight me."

Beiyuan Nanfeng replied softly, stopped, took a breath, and arched his waist again.

"First line."

Once again, he came to Keisuke Shimamoto instantly.

Keisuke Shimamoto, who had just taken the knife, had already been ready.

The spirit behind him squirmed and rolled, moving to the left.

The north and south wind draws their swords.

But his right hand was just lifted.

The real offensive is the left hand.

Kitahara Nanfeng Knido drew his sword and raised it halfway, suddenly turned sideways, swung the drawn sword behind him, clenched his left hand and swung it towards Keisuke Shimamoto's face.

Bang.

But the fist was caught steadily.

Shimamoto Keisuke wrapped his right hand around the spirit behind him.

Five fingers firmly hold the left fist of Beiyuan Nanfeng.

"Do you really think I can only block it? What do you think I am? The clergy of a small shrine in a place, challenge me?"

Keisuke Shimamoto held Kitahara's fist and spoke as he spoke.

Lean forward while leaning forward.

The face is close to the north and south wind.

He was so serious and solemn that he was mostly hunched.

Suddenly, a little fanatical expression appeared.

"Do you know Ise Shrine?"

"Do you know who the priest of the temple is?"

"Do you know what the National Shinto Shrine is meant by the Main Sect of the National Shinto Shrine?"

"Do you know what it means to punch a fist at a Shaomiya who can enter the Imperial God Palace?"

The more he spoke, the more fanatical he looked.

"Meaning...attack the dogs of Ise Shrine?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled and replied, then the smile on his face quickly calmed down, and he held a knife in his right hand and slashed at him.

But it still didn't work.

The spirit behind Shimamoto Keisuke was like a shadow.

Protect him tightly.

"dog……?"

Hear his words.

The fanatical expression on Shimamoto's face suddenly disappeared.

He asked Beiyuan Nanfeng.

Then he watched the north wind in the north and returned to his previous serious and solemn state.

He slowly let go of Beiyuan Nanfeng's hand and took a step back.

Beiyuan Nanfeng tried to retract his left hand.

But I found that the spirit was still entangled in my fist and could not be pulled back.

“…inhabited in the underworld, not in the world.”

Shimamoto Keisuke raised his hands flat, spread his five fingers, and slowly closed his palms and leaned against each other.

He closed his eyes and for the first time, he made a very obvious implicit action.

The spirit behind him.

Like silk thread, it began to spread around.

In the moment, there was a moment.

All the light disappeared.

Wait until the sight is restored.

The spirit behind Shimamoto Keisuke has disappeared.

"dog?"

Keisuke Shimamoto slowly opened his eyes, asked again, and raised his right hand toward Niharahara Nanfeng.

Beiyuan Nanfeng hasn't reacted yet.

I felt my neck, arms, and thighs were wrapped around my neck, arms, and thighs.

The spirit behind Shimamoto Keisuke did not disappear, but changed its form.

These invisible and intangible silk threads, but they do exist, are spirits.

The silk thread wrapped around Beiyuan Nanfeng slowly lifted him up.

Take off.

"So this is the real God-selected technique? It's really a bit powerful."

The north and south wind had only time to have such a thought.

The thread wrapped around him was tense.

He threw him directly towards the direction of the mountaintop shrine.

The north and south wind are facing downwards.

Like a cannonball, smashing towards the ground.

Dong.

But the feeling of hitting the ground was not expected.

The north-land south wind hit a soft object.

The moment you bump into a soft object.

Beiyuan Nanfeng immediately realized who was behind him.

Before landing, he turned around suddenly, turned his position with Natsume Mio, protecting her in his arms, and his back facing down.

Bang.

The sound of landing.

A large area of ​​dust was raised.

Beiyuan Nanfeng took a breath of cold air.

I feel like my spine is about to break.

End the pain.

He hugged Mio Natsume and struggled to get up.

Then he looked at Mio Natsume in his arms as soon as possible.

Only then did I realize that Mio Natsume was also looking at her.

Her condition was not good. The speed of Beiyuan Nanfeng falling just now, plus his weight, a girl wanted to catch it. Even if the technique "Yan" was activated, it would be very difficult.

Natsume Mio was covering her right arm at this moment, as if she had a fracture.

But what is even more worrying is her current mental state.

She looked at the north wind in Beiyuan.

Tears were all over her beautiful face.

"elder brother……"

Natsume Mio shouted hoarsely in a crying voice.

Confused, helpless, and at a loss.

Grandpa was eroded, and his righteous brother tried his best.

These two things gave her great excitement.
To be continued...