"Win?"

Sunagaki looked at the Mitsuki Nagaki who had come out of Meiji's magical skills, and his expression was complicated.

"What about that?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng limped out, wiped the blood from his face, and said with some amusement: "I went in and put on my own tomato sauce, and then came out to show off with you?"

“…”

Xu Yongjiyue was stunned when she heard this, and then said angrily: "Can your attitude be better? If I hadn't watched your sister and your classmate, could you go in and fight with peace of mind?"

"You ask stupid questions first, not I have a bad attitude first, you can figure out the primary and secondary."

"You!" Suyong Jiyue stared at him.

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled and said, "Okay, thank you."

Xu Yong Jiyue was slightly stunned, as if she didn't expect him to thank him.

She opened her mouth, and was about to say something else.

But before she could say it, she noticed that a figure suddenly appeared behind Beiyuan Nanfeng and his eyes widened.

"Stinky little boy! Do you think you have killed so many people! Can you go out?!"

Behind Nanfeng, Beiyuan.

The figure arrived instantly, and roared as if it was about to shake the eardrums, and rushed towards the north and south wind with a huge anger.

Reckless.

That is the Lord of the Meiji Temple.

"Keiyuan--" Suyong Jiyue subconsciously wanted to shout "Keiyuan Nanfeng" to be careful.

But he had not had time to spit out the word Nanfeng.

Beiyuan Nanfeng noticed the situation behind him.

He raised his right hand and gently swung the long knife in his hand to the side.

The blood stained on the knife was thrown out and splashed on the ground.

at the same time.

Behind him.

The shock that makes people's hearts suddenly distorts the air, and then passes by the figure like ripples.

The figure that pounced on him suddenly stopped in the air.

It seems to cause a brief stagnation of cardiac arrest,

The figure opened his mouth and was cut off in half by centering!

Blood gushed out.

Under the influence of inertia, his upper half still rushed forward.

But soon, the soil that slashed through the ground fell down together.

Burned on the spot.

"What do you want to say?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng put away his knife and did not look at the huge trench behind him, but looked at Suyong Jiyue.

Sunyoki Hime: “…”

...

Win.

Among the only sixteen remaining shrines, the most famous Kanagawa Shrine won the Meiji Shrine, the number one in Tokyo by just one person.

To use the statement of basketball events.

This is the Black Eight Miracle.

It is even more outrageous than Heiba. After all, in sports competition, one party’s skills and physical fitness can be better than the opponent, but the number of people remains unchanged. No matter how strong it is, it is five to five, but the current situation is that one to four hundred wins.

This is enough to make all the remaining opponents take it seriously.

They began to reevaluate the small Jingzheng Shrine and the Naohara Nanfeng.

"If you have bad luck next, you will have to play three more games... Each one is a giant. Are you sure you still want to play?"

Suyong Jiyue looked at the northland south wind.

"Try it."

"But you should have reached the limit. I see that after you fought the Meiji Temple that day, you were like you died. After sleeping for three days and two nights, Mio almost cried for three days and two nights. Are you sure you can still fight? Not to mention the others, among the remaining eight opponents, there is a Fushimi Inari Grand Sect with more priests than the Minji Temple! At least one thousand people!"

"It's quite awesome."

"That's the evaluation?"

"What about that?"

“…”

Suyong Jiyue opened her mouth: "You are such a fool."

"Northern wind!"

Beiyuan Nanfeng had not had time to answer.

Abrupt sound.

He interrupted him and Suyong Hitsuki.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked back and looked around.

Kaori Iwai stood behind the two of them, holding her knees, gasping violently, her beautiful eyes with tears and anxiety.

"you……"

"MiO was taken away. She was a woman. She said she was Mio's mother!"

Kaori Iwai grabbed his hand hard before Kitahara Nanfeng exit and said hurriedly: "She also left a sentence saying that Mio is safe, but I hope you can go to Fushimi Inari Taishu in Kyoto to chat."

The smile on Beiyuan Nanfeng's face disappeared.

On the other side, Sunaga Hitsuki looked at his phone and noticed something. He grabbed Kitanhara Nanfeng's arm with force and gritted his teeth and said, "Your opponent is sure... it's Fushimi Inari Taishu."

The north and south wind are silent.

Ten minutes later.

"You really want to go?" Suyong Jiyue looked at the Nanfeng of Beiyuan holding a knife.

"What about that?"

"You can't catch up. Since the other party asked Kaori Iwai to come and notify you, it proves that the other party is not afraid of you at all..."

Kitahara Nanfeng faced the direction of Kyoto and suddenly took a step forward.

Like the erratic wind.

It disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Please take good care of my classmates."

In the end, only one sentence was left, echoing between the world.

Sunyoki stopped his unfinished words.

She looked ahead where the figure of Beiyuan Nanfeng was gone, and after a long time, her eyes suddenly turned red.

She stretched out her hands, covered her face hard, wiped her tears randomly, and started to cry.

Heart-wrenching.

Because... her two friends.

Qihai Chengzi also has the north and south wind.

They are all idiots.

...

The sun sets.

Kitahara Nanfeng stood in front of the famous Chiben Torii entrance, bathing in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In front of him, the bright and beautiful vermilion torii were intertwined in densely and orderly, stretching for several kilometers, and lined up to Mount Inari.

The cute JK with short shoulder-length hair in linen slowly emerged from his shadow.

Standing beside him.

Shiori slightly raised his snow-white jaw, looked at the Nanfeng of Beihara beside him, and pursed his lips: "Nanfeng, you have reached the limit and can't hit you anymore. If you continue to hit, the filthy goddess will completely occupy your body. He cannot occupy your thoughts and drive you crazy. But you once handed your arms and eyes to Him. The stronger you are, the stronger you will be. Your soul is very strong and terrifying, but it is not complete. If you continue to hit, He will continue to squeeze your soul and reincarnate in the filthy land."

"Yes, it's really up to the limit. I guess I've noticed it almost too. There is a filthy goddess living in my body."
To be continued...