The North Yuan Nanfeng and the Emperor of Ping clan confronted each other for a while.

The Lord of the Ping clan rushed up again.

A simple sword swing.

Very fast.

Beiyuan Nanfeng turned sideways and barely avoids.

In fact, this creature in front of me who is unknown is quite easy to deal with.

None of the actions were decent.

The gangsters on the street are better than Him.

But He has a very powerful body, a fast speed, and is wearing a big armor.

The most important thing is that vision is blocked, which is very troublesome.

But facing this situation is definitely better than facing it with your back.

The north and south winds are filled with thoughts.

The Lord of God came over with a sword again.

Beiyuan Nanfeng's eyes were filled with a faint red light.

He could clearly see that this time there was a certain fluid attached to His sword—it should be a spirit, scattering along both sides of the sword body, filled with an ominous aura.

This time, Beiyuan Nanfeng gave up the idea of ​​taking the lead, put away his knife, and rolled to the side.

Swish.

The long sword in the hand of the Lord God slashed down with the sound of breaking through the air.

Then the spirit attached to the sword poured forward along the tip of the sword.

It turned into a half-moon shape and whistled past, leaving a groove of dozens of centimeters on the ground.

The Kitahara Nanfeng rolled to the ground, turned his head and looked at it, and after confirming that Mio Natsume was safe, he took a step to the side, squatted down slightly, grabbed the handle of the knife, and aimed at the side of the Lord of the Hei clan.

Poked it over.

bite.

The armor blocked the tip of the sword.

The moment Beiyuan Nanfeng heard the sound, he leaned back.

After the Lord of God slashed, he turned his wrist and held the sword and swung towards him.

A strand of hair in the north plain wind was easily cut off by the Tianyun Cong Sword cut across from across and slowly floated.

"Like a turtle."

Beiyuan Nanfeng avoided the sword.

Bounce back and stand up.

Swearing.

On the other side.

The samurai witnessed Kitahara Nanfeng pierced the big head of the White Bear Shrine, and then started to deal with the god master.

I don't rush to run away.

He came to the side of Fujiki Masato who was carrying the Sanhuan Gui, looked at the Nanfeng of Kitahara who was dealing with the God Lord, and asked in shock: "Where did you find someone?

One hand can block the White Bear's fist and the slash of the Ping clan's divine master. Needless to say, the latter can wear a large armor. Even if the rumor is unfamiliar, it is still a character wearing a large armor, and he also holds the Tiancongyun Sword that has natural suppression on us.

The most important thing is that the ‘spirit’ attached to the sword is at least above the level, and every blow is, which is the spiritual pressure that can make people breathless."

Masato Fujiki was silent for a moment and replied: "The clergy of a small shrine has just been transformed."

“…No wonder Ling Boom is so weak.”

The warrior looked at the Nanfeng of Beiyuan and suddenly realized.

But soon, a new doubt came out: "Then why should he block the sword?"

When he just fought with the lord of the Ping clan, he was not as relaxed as the North Yuan Nanfeng.

When resisting the chop.

It's like facing a pressing hill.

Eighty percent of the pressure comes from the spiritual pressure attached to the sword.

That is the pressure that every choice can feel.

"have no idea."

Masato Fujiki shook his head.

He really doesn't know.

When the other party ran away just now, he didn't hesitate at all.

I turned around and did this, and now I have started to deal with the Lord of God again.

He couldn't figure it out, either.

"What should I do now?"

The samurai followed Kitahara Nanfeng for a while, and suddenly thought of something, and asked Fujiki Masato: "Don't leave? Or try it again? We didn't have a shield that we could resist just now, but now... it seems that we have it, which is better than the clergy of the White Bear."

When Fujiki Masato heard this, he looked at the south wind of the Northland, feeling a little confused.

“…try again.”

Masato Fujiki had not had time to speak.

The Sanlun Gui, who was held by him, woke up and answered for him.

"It's too embarrassing to have a bunch of uncles who can't even compare to a high school student in the end."

Miran Kei coughed a few times and struggled to leave Fujiki Masato: "Before I came, I boasted about Haikou, and I had to go up no matter what, let's talk about it... Fujiki Masato, now we have run away, and everyone outside is about to die.

Finally, I was held accountable and I couldn’t escape.”

Masato Fujiki glanced at him.

After a while of silence, he clenched his fists.

"It seems that the two officers have made a decision, so I'll get on first... I'm very interested in that teenager."

The warrior placed his hand on the hilt of his knife.

After taking a deep breath.

He rushed towards the direction of the Lord of the Hirashi family.

"Then you can do it."

Fujiki Masato let go of Milou Kei, followed the samurai, and trotted over.

"I'm doing it, and I'm relaxed... My ribs are broken."

Milo Kei, who was unsupported, sat on the ground, gasped for a few breaths, and cursed at Fujiki Masato's back.

But it's just a swearing.

After scolding.

He stretched out his right hand.

From the slave, a m1500 sniper rifle was taken out.

After placing it on the ground, I endured the severe pain from my chest and lay down.

On the other side.

Beiyuan Nanfeng once again caught the slash of the Divine Lord.

Although I think it's very powerful.

But I didn't feel the spiritual pressure in the warrior's mouth or the natural suppression of the sword.

He heard the footsteps of the Samurai and Masato Fujiki.

Revolving around.

At the same time, the position was adjusted.

Let the Lord of God turn his back to the direction where the sound of footsteps comes.

The warrior is sprinting with all his might.

He lowered his head slightly, looked at the lower body of the God Lord, and was a little surprised when he discovered the actions of Beiyuan Nanfeng.

But he seized the opportunity.

He held the hilt of the knife.

Near the God Lord of the Ping clan.

When he was only two steps away, one stopped suddenly, bent his knees and arched his waist, and jumped up suddenly.

"Fire Blade."

clang.

Blade is unsheathed.

With a little spark.

He held the knife in both hands and rotated half a circle in the air.

He waved his sword and slashed at the head of the Lord of God with a helmet.

The Lord of God felt the slash behind him, immediately turned around, waved his right arm, and raised the sword in his hand and wanted to block it.
To be continued...