Beiquan got up and walked out.

Seeing that he was going out, Mai Morikawa hurriedly asked, "Kitaizum-kun, where are you going?" ”

"Toilet." Beiquan made up a sentence casually.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Ignoring the strange stares of the other nurses, Kana Shimizu hesitated for a moment and interjected.

She was worried about Beiquan alone.

Being alone is equivalent to death, don't ghost movies all act like this.

Mai Morikawa was embarrassed, but when she heard this, she immediately added: "I'll go too!" ”

She sounded the alarm in her heart, although the people of Kana Shimizu are not beautiful, but they are also the kind of approachable sweetness, the breasts are not big but bigger than herself, plus the thin waist, the legs that look very toned, especially the personality is very good, familiar but not too kind - a fierce rival!

There is a saying, "When you have a woman, you forget your sister"?

She plans to get close to Beiquan first, and then show her sister's identity naturally...... If Kana Shimizu is preempted, then what is it close to.

Suddenly, the strangeness in the eyes of several nurses was a little thicker, and there was still a hint of suspicion.

"No, you don't."

Beiquan refused, opened the door and walked out.

......

A few minutes later, he was at the edge of the park's bamboo forest.

The sky was dark, like a black curtain hanging in the sky, and the stars and moon were bleak.

The street lamps lit up all around, and the gazebo was in the shadows, looking dead and empty.

The bamboo forest is rattling with the wind, and it is pitch black inside.

Beiquan took a few looks, then walked along the rocky path into the bamboo forest.

His steps were slow, and his afterglow scanned the sides.

Although the bamboo forest blocked the wind, it was even more gloomy and cold, and Beiquan tried to take the initiative to stimulate the dragon's breath in his body.

The heat flow began to surge in the body, sweeping away the cold feeling on the surface of the body.

Two extremely thin threads of dragon breath passed through the heart, through the neck, the sides of the face, and finally into the eyes.

At the moment when those two traces of dragon breath flowed into his eyes.

The originally dim vision of Beiquan gradually became clearer, and the rest of the colors became faint, only black and white were particularly distinct.

Faintly, his eyes were slightly erect again.

The pace of North Springs is getting slower and slower.

At this time, he truly realized the beauty of [Strengthening Bone Muscles].

One step down, it is unusually stable, and the muscles in the legs are obviously stronger than before, and it is easier to exert force.

Beiquan could clearly feel that his strength was rapidly transmitted from the soles of his feet to his waist, and then naturally transferred to his arms, reaching his fingertips.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of exhilaration, and the whole body was connected.

Beiquan had never practiced martial arts before, and there was no such thing in Time Dragon's genetic memory.

But after all, he was born in China, and he has read a lot of martial arts novels, and he knows some of them.

This state should be some kind of force technique in martial arts, which can unify the strength of the whole body.

A punch made like this is naturally much stronger than that of ordinary people.

If the body muscles of ordinary people belong to scattered workpieces that do not cooperate, then his current skeletal muscles are like mechanical gears, which can bite each other and pass on the power layer by layer.

Whew-

At this moment, a cold wind struck, and the bamboo leaves on both sides shook violently.

Beiquan quickly stood still, glancing coldly.

Huh.

On the left, a white shadow flashed in the depths of the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest is not dense, the planting is very scattered, and the planners at that time must have only pursued a large area and a good overall appearance.

His eyes narrowed, and he was just about to raise his legs.

Suddenly, his neck was cold, as if something was blowing at him, or something was rushing towards him.

Beiquan turned around sharply...... Nothing.

"That's not right!"

He didn't even think about it, his mind quickly stirred, and the dragon's breath burned violently, sending out a stream of chopstick-thick heat that quickly poured into his right leg.

Hiss!

He turned back and kicked his right leg out at an incredible angle, with a strong wind.

Boom!!

A bamboo, as thick as an arm, was directly kicked off by one leg and fell diagonally on top of the other. The fracture burst open, and the edges, as if burned, appeared charred and blackened, and wisps of smoke were rising.

Beiquan retracted his legs and was about to look left, right, and behind him.

Suddenly—

"Hee-hee, woo-woo, hum-huh......"

Overhead, there was a sound of crying and laughing.

As soon as Beiquan looked up, he saw that the white shadow was actually floating upside down above his head, its head twisted to ninety degrees, and its black hair like water grass wrapped around its face, revealing only a pair of black holes covered in blood, staring at him deadly. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Beiquan felt that the other party was laughing and smiling.

"Laugh at your paralysis!!"

The pupils in Beiquan's eyes finally stood up completely, like a strange beast, exuding a brutal and cold aura all over his body, and the dragon breath fire in his chest and abdomen burst into flames.

He threw a punch upward.

Boom!!

At the edge of the fist, the air seemed to be ignited, and white gas appeared.

The white shadow suddenly let out a strange howl, as if it was screaming, and then swooped towards the front of the bamboo forest.

Beiquan exhaled a breath of white air and chased after him without saying a word.

The white shadow was extremely fast, and it disappeared at the end of the bamboo forest in the blink of an eye.

Beiquan was in hot pursuit.

Boom! Boom!!

The two bamboos that stood in the way were blasted apart by his two fists and fell to the sides.

Boom!!

In the end, he directly knocked down a bamboo in front of him with one arm.

As soon as he used his feet to exert force, he used the fallen bamboo as a pedal and jumped out in a few steps.

The eyes are bright.

In the moonlight, the lake was half black and half shimmering.

By the lake, there was also a petite girl with a double ponytail.

This double-ponytailed girl is none other than Shiyin Himegami's younger sister, Misa Fujiwara.

Beiquan saw the pair of ponytailed girls raise their hands, squinted and smiled, and greeted him, "Onisan, good evening, the moonlight is so beautiful." ”

Beiquan didn't reply, and after a glance, he found no trace of the white shadow.

Call......

The bamboo forest shook suddenly.

Sou!

A strange flash of black shadow, with wonderful steps, seemed to rush towards the North Spring slowly.

The moonlight hit the body of the black shadow, and it was a middle-aged man with a dark face. Although his shirt was stained with blood, the black sheathed katana in his hand was unusually neat.

The middle-aged man rushed in front of Beiquan in less than a second.

Immediately after, his hand holding the katana suddenly exerted force.

"Die!"

The unique strength technique made the middle-aged man let out a low, hoarse weird roar.

Phew!

A cold light flashed.

The katana in the middle-aged man's hand slashed towards Kitaizumi's flank.

Although he had slashed three sword drawing masters in a row before, his spirit had slipped, coupled with the continuous escape that had led to physical exhaustion, even so, killing two ordinary people was still the same as killing chickens.

Shinji Omada has observed the standing movements of this man and woman, and they are completely ordinary people.

At the critical moment of his escape, his vigilance was stretched to the limit.

I'd rather kill the wrong one than let it go.

He advocates the life of a warrior, even if it is only for a moment, it must be as gorgeous as a cherry blossom.

When fighting to the death with a master of sword drawing, in an instant, either the enemy dies or I die.

Shinji Omada can even gamble his own life on his own sword drawing technique, let alone care about other people's lives.

At this time, I was bumped into by myself, and I can only say that these two people's lives should be like this, so what can I do?

PS：(。 ・＿・。 ノI'm sorry~,I'm sorry.,Something delayed.。

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