Stop retreating.

Beiyuan Nanfeng slowly exerted force on his hand that blocked the door.

His five fingers opened, clenched Yuda's fist.

“So, what did you strengthen?”

He slowly but vigorously pressed Yuda Kawada's fist, slowly raised his head, his eyes with a faint red light radiant at the corners of his eyes, and looked at Yuda Kawada.

Yuda Kawada suddenly widened his eyes, and he was shocked, and was about to speak.

Puff.

A knife pierced through his chin and pierced his entire head directly.

Interrupt all the things he wants to say.

The tip of the sword appeared above his head, stained with some black hair, and trembled slightly.

The blood dripping hanging on it slowly dripped on top of his head.

“…”

Yuda Kawada's eyes bulged forward, looked at the Nanfeng of Kitahara, and opened his mouth unconsciously.

I haven't seemed to be aware of what's going on now.

"Are you sick? My sister has you provoked you?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng slowly let go of his weak fist with his right hand.

Hold the hilt of the knife with both hands.

He turned sideways slightly, swung his head suddenly behind him, and pulled out the knife that pierced his head.

Blood drew his sword with him.

Squirted out.

Some of the blood beads also sputtered onto the faces of the two siblings.

Beiyuan Nanfeng frowned, feeling a little subtle.

Natsume Mio felt the temperature from the blood on her face and the breath from the tall back in front of her.

The whole person began to tremble.

Yuuka Kawada fell softly to the ground, and he never closed his eyes until his death.

"Source Fan Lai!"

It didn't give Beiyuan Nanfeng much time to digest the subtle feeling.

Yuuo Kawada fell down.

The Lord of the Ping clan rushed over.

Beiyuan Nanfeng immediately lowered his head.

Hold the handle of the knife horizontally with both hands and place the knife with blood on its left over its head.

clang.

A huge force hit.

The tiger's mouth in the north wind is a little numb.

"Who from Yuan Fan Lai is tm? Can't even speak human words?"

The Nanfeng from Beiyuan looked at the chest of the Lord of the High Family.

Blocked His slash and cursed.

Then, his left hand slowly released the hilt.

While resisting His slash with one hand.

Free hand, fist.

His chest was wide open to His empty door.

Wave it over.

A dull sound.

The armor pieces on the big armor swayed and collided.

The Lord of God staggered and took a step back.

Kitahara Nanfeng waved his left hand, holding a knife, and then he was shocked to retreat a few steps, falling and leaning against Mio Natsume.

Natsume Mio stretched out her hands, hugged him tightly.

"…Please give me more trouble."

The north wind in Beiyuan felt the soft touch from the spine, and the expression was a bit subtle.

Natsume Mio paused for half a second later.

Let him go quickly and run away with his head down.

Beiyuan Nanfeng shook his shoulders and felt a little relieved.

"...You Fujiwara Fanji's Noko!"

The Lord of God's attention seemed to have been locked on Beiyuan Nanfeng.

He took a step forward and shouted loudly.

Beiyuan Nanfeng held the knife in one hand, lowered his head slightly, looked at the Lord's chest at the forty-five degrees, and his body was tense.

"Go away!"

far away.

Masato Fujiki who witnessed Kitahara Nanfeng Cave penetrated the big head of Kuwada Yuki, calmed down from his shock.

For some reason, he suddenly shouted.

Beiyuan Nanfeng heard it, but ignored him.

This situation.

The consequence of turning around and running away was that he became the one who was chased and chopped down.

Back to face.
Chapter completed!