looked at the corpse that was still bleeding after the corpse was separated, and Han Ankang, who looked disheveled. The two onmyoji of the shrine, including the treacherous Takeshi Iga, both knew that this time the matter was really troublesome.

For the three people who participated in helping today, this Kaichi Arito, who has already broken his sword, is undoubtedly the most noble. It's not that he is the most powerful in martial arts, but the reason why he is a close attendant of the emperor.

Even now, the emperor's influence in the island nation is no longer what it used to be. But for these special people, the emperor has always been the object of their allegiance. It is precisely their existence that makes the cabinet and the military department dare not ignore the power of the royal family.

Now that Fuji Kaichi is dead, the best thing to say is to sacrifice his life for the country. Whether it makes sense to donate depends on whether they can kill Han Ankang next. If he could, he would be able to make a difference in front of the emperor. If you can't, the consequences are severe.

When Iga Takeshi and others were thinking about the death of Kaichi Arito, Han Ankang mobilized his vitality to deal with the wounds behind him. After this battle, although he was in high spirits, he also knew that the consumption of vitality was huge.

Especially the Five Elements Divine Thunder Talisman, it all depends on the traction of vitality. This kind of thunder technique is also a big burden for him as a foundation building monk. But he knew that these two Yin Spirits could only strike with thunder.

He is uncomfortable, and these two onmyoji are even more uncomfortable. At this moment, their essence and blood are almost fed back to the raised gods. Once the essence blood is exhausted, their fate is that the food that they have become Shikigami will be devoured.

In a sense, these onmyoji are like a group of people who play with fire and set themselves on fire. From the day they chose to become an onmyoji. It is destined that fate will be linked to Shikigami and sooner or later he will become a sacrifice of Shikigami one day.

Looking at Han Ankang's cold face, the two onmyoji also felt that they were not far from defeat. Without the protection of the Heavenly Ninja, they will also be beheaded if they are close.

The two onmyoji, one of the elderly priests, who realized this, suddenly said with a resolute face: "Yiki, Iga, buy time for me." I'm going to go first, and I'm going to eliminate him anyway. Otherwise, the empire is in danger! ”

Another young priest. seemed to realize something, and said with a frightened face: "Teacher, don't!" ”

It's a pity that his words were a little late. The priest spoke. Suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground. Recited a string of incantations that Han Ankang couldn't understand. He controls the god of zhì. Suddenly he became extremely excited.

It wasn't until the god turned into a puff of black smoke and burrowed into the priest's body that Han Ankang realized that something was wrong. This kind of borrowing the body to accept the gods. The caster will surely die once it is cast.

But with the physical Yin Soul, the combat power it exerts will be a few points higher than before. And the Ichiki priest who was watching this qiē, but couldn't stop it, and Iga Takeshi, seeing that Han Ankang didn't move, they naturally didn't move.

In fact, at this time, Han Ankang didn't want to move, but was absorbing the vitality of the spar to make up for the consumption. For him, this is also the time to recover. There is a spar that provides pure vitality, and the effect of restoring fù is naturally very fast.

In addition, he really wanted to see what kind of plane this priest was doing, but he didn't expect the other party to come up with such a trick. Seeing that the priest and the Yin Spirit were about to merge together, Han Ankang didn't want to take any unknown risks.

With the same straight eyes, he opened his mouth and said: "Flying sword out, punish the evil demon!" ”

Hearing Han Ankang's voice, the Ichiki priest and Iga Takeshi were both stunned for a moment. But just as they realized it, a black light shot out from Han Ankang's body, piercing the eyebrows of the sitting priest like lightning.

With the black light drilling out, Han Anqing pinched his fingers and said, "Flying sword, back!" ”

With a move of his hand, a flying sword began to hover above his head. Looking at this magical little sword, Iga Takeshi said with a pale face: "Fu Sword, you actually have a Fu Sword!" You are a long-lost sword cultivator in Huaxia! How can it be! ”

As a heavenly ninja who pursues the supreme way of the sword, he naturally understands that in ancient China. There is a group of monks who have a heart sword and a body, and those who have cultivated to the extreme of sword cultivation, can slash the enemy thousands of miles away with the talisman sword, and they are invincible!

He never thought that Han Ankang, who was a Taoist cultivator himself, would have such an anti-heaven thing. Looking at the priest's body, which began to tremble, he knew what was about to happen.

With the same crazy face, he said: "Yimu, hurry up!" He is a sword cultivator, and we are not opponents at all. Go back and tell the emperor, Iga is sorry for him, sorry for the empire, today I will pull him together for the funeral! ”

As he spoke, he suddenly bent down, picked up the old priest's trembling body, and rushed towards the place where Han Ankang was. In this way, Han Ankang suddenly remembered that he was like a little devil holding an explosives bag during the war.

In addition, the young priest, after Iga Takeshi finished speaking, he was very clean and neat and retreated from the god. He knew that this corpse of a priest who had been cut off from life in advance and destroyed the Divine Palace was afraid that there was something wrong.

Looking at Iga Takewa screaming and rushing up, he didn't pay much attention to it, but followed his instinct in his heart. Under the pinching of the fingers, the flying sword quickly shook and grew larger, and one jumped on the flying sword, and the fingers quickly flew away from the building.

Looking at Han Ankang, who was walking on the sword, Iga Takeshi, who was carrying the corpse of the priest, also seemed to be a little dumbfounded. But he understood that this time was no longer tolerated, and he made other choices.

Just as he was about to jump off the building and chase after Han Ankang, who was walking with his sword, the corpse of the priest finally revealed a trace of black light. Under the tearing of the black light, the priest's body finally turned into a bomb and disappeared.

Even when this light developed to the extreme, the whirlpool it formed turned into a black storm that swept through the surrounding qiē. As for Iga Takeshi, at the moment when the black light penetrated his body, he had already been pierced by the light, and he couldn't die anymore.

Feeling the power of that black storm, Han Ankang also had a feeling of being targeted by death. Although he didn't understand why a corpse could be like this, he instinctively bit his tongue and consumed a drop of essence blood to make the flying sword fly faster.

When the death threat was gone, he saw the ninja base, as if it had been swept away by a super tornado. This tornado, engulfing everything around it, did not completely subside until it reached a certain range.

Looking at the tornado that gradually subsided, Han Ankang also felt very lucky. If he hadn't realized the danger in advance and stepped on his sword and left as soon as possible, the storm formed by the yin wind would have made him pay a heavy price.

Han Ankang didn't pay much attention to the ruins that no longer saw the existence of the base, but began to chase after the escaped priest. He didn't want the little devil to know that he was a monk and had the secret of a flying sword.

Han Ankang, who was directly chasing after him with his sword, soon saw the terrified priest on the other side of the storm. Although he escaped earlier than Han Ankang, he was still a few points slower than Han Ankang in terms of speed.

At this moment, he was hit by the aftermath of the storm, and he had reached the catastrophe with difficulty by relying on Shikigami, and he had no strength to fight again. Facing Han Ankang, who landed from a low altitude, Priest Yimu also knew that he would not be able to escape again.

Looking at Han Ankang with a cold face, he finally couldn't help but say, "Huaxia, do you really want to fight with the shrine?" You know, there are far more onmyoji in our shrine than you think, and there are even artifact helpers. You!! ”

At this time, Han Ankang interrupted: "Is this your last word?" That's a lot of nonsense! ”

As soon as the words fell, the flying sword that stopped in mid-air was like an assassin. In a flash of the neck of the priest Ichiki, the priest who was known as the strongest young generation in the shrine had turned into a headless corpse.

As soon as the raised priest died, the god suddenly disappeared in front of Han Ankang like a bubble. When a fire talisman was fired, the young priest's body and head were all turned into a pile of ashes and disappeared.

Han Ankang, who felt that the matter was finally resolved, withdrew the flying sword into his body, and felt that the temperature around him suddenly became very hot. All the clothes on his body suddenly turned into nothing, and what he saw in front of him was already a sea of fire.

And he was in the middle of this sea of fire, and this sudden change made Han Ankang realize that he had been attacked by a sneak attack. This sudden sea of fire, Han Ankang could feel, was the result of the transformation of vitality.

He didn't care about any naked fruit, and he stepped directly on the fire, and began to let his mind out, looking for the person who attacked him. Until, in his mind, he saw a foreigner, hidden on the top of a mountain, with a word in his mouth.

Foreigner! For the Chinese, this title naturally refers to Westerners. And the person who cast the spell to sneak attack was this white foreigner. For this kind of person, Han Ankang suddenly remembered the existence of the Western Ability.

If a fire-type ability can also carry out such a large-scale fire-type elemental attack from a distance, then he is at least a double-S-level elite warrior. Unexpectedly, his fight with the little devil attracted these guys to it.

Perhaps it was because of Han Ankang's observation, that fire-based powerhouse looked very surprised. Another rain of fire was cast, increasing the scale of the sea of fire in front of Han Ankang, completely ignoring the large number of trees in this place.

Just as Han Ankang felt that his body was being scorched by the fire, his skin had already begun to hurt. Even if you use the vitality to protect the body, the effect is not very ideal. The reason is simple, these fires are not ordinary blazes.

Its fire-based vitality nature allows it to fuse with Han Ankang's vitality mask. The fire element that could be fused in was eroding Han Ankang's body, causing him an extremely severe destruction.

Han Ankang, who felt that he couldn't sit still, knew that his vitality was running out. But he gritted his teeth, spit out several streams of blood in a row, and urged the flying sword to drill into the mouth of the person who was casting the spell at a speed like light.

What made Han Ankang a little speechless was that this supernatural person was killed and suddenly discovered the consequences of the explosion. The flying sword, which was too late to recover in the future, directly formed a shock wave, and by the way, it also seriously injured Han Ankang, who was already injured! To add insult to injury! (To be continued......)