"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

With a piercing silver glow.

After the smoke and dust cleared, there was a long, jade figure.

The shining silver robe, blowing lightly in the wind, with the same silver long hair, is quite a bit graceful.

Kazama raised the feather, just like that, staring straight at each other.

It's not a smile.

"And me."

With a faint tone and a faint expression, it was like a bombshell, thrown straight into the thousands of blue waves.

It's not just the stormy waves, it's the air currents that are steamed in an instant.

The blazing hustle and bustle cracked in an instant.

The crowd, which had been silent, suddenly began to boil again.

Applause, urging, screaming, whispering...... This ups and downs, for a while, it was like a thousand huge waves, surging towards the ring layer upon layer.

All the way, to the ears of those two people.

Kazama Yangyu smiled slightly, but did not respond, a pair of eyes, just looked straight at the purple-robed man opposite.

The man, a little cold.

The original unbridled smile gradually converged, re-outlining the arc of the unstoppable.

The eagle-like eyes narrowed tightly, as if what he saw was not a young man in the wind of a jade tree, but a fierce beast with teeth and claws, with a disgusting stench.

"In the territory of the human race, villas, manors, and territories are whatever you choose, or gold coins, positions, as long as you can say it, this candidate will be given to you."

Belch...... Give a gift if you don't agree with each other?

It was slightly dark in front of him, and Kazama Yangyu seemed to see a lot of gold falling from the sky.

Frightened him, he quickly hid to the side.

"That...... There is no need for a meeting gift, you can see that I have two hands, I'm afraid I can't lift so many villas and manors. ”

I don't know if it's a real misunderstanding or a deliberate cuteness, Kazama opened his hand with a smile, took a look, and then, spread his hands and shook his head gently.

"So that means you quit voluntarily?"

In his eyes, a subtle smile flashed, and the other party's vigilant eyes seemed to relax slightly.

"Ben Hou likes to know the current affairs the most in his life, you step down, and go to the palace to receive 100,000 gold coins in a while, it will be regarded as the king's reward for you."

The so-called thing is only three, one push, two carry, three hands and a pocket to say goodbye, since the other party must stuff the money into his own hands, then if he doesn't take it well, it will be too hypocritical.

Therefore, Kazama Hiroha decisively chose to accept.

"Oh, thank you so much, my favorite friend in my life who is rich and generous."

After respectfully thanking him, he looked up, and a trace of innocence suddenly appeared on Kazama's face.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Kazama Hiroha, Kazama of Kazama Tone and Harmony, and Nine Oni Hiroha."

For a moment, suffocation.

The face that was originally looking up at the sky suddenly rose a touch of purple.

"Who am I, it turns out that you are the miscellaneous who has been waiting for two days."

Word by word, his slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened.

Before the words fell, the figure of the prince disappeared without warning.

Then, reappear.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

……

Dozens of figures, just like that, appeared in the ring silently.

The same dress, the same body shape, the same movements, and even, the same voice and smile.

Standing in front of Kazama Yangyu, the orderly distribution around him is such a cute and cute ...... Maid?!

In a moment's distraction, those maids had already bent down one by one.

"Welcome to experience, Wuyi Port 72-style massage stunt!"

One, two, three...... Seventy-two identical-looking maids bowed respectfully to Kazama.

Then, swoop out.

Suddenly, the shadow of the fist wind and feet, like a net from heaven and earth, shrouded towards the wind and feathers.

A pair of slender palms, clenched into fists or bent into claws, followed by the dancing figures, from all tricky angles towards Kazama.

One punch and one palm, it was all killing intent and pain, and it hit straight towards the various acupuncture points on Kazama Yangyu's body.

Trying to dodge, Kazama Hiroha, who was originally smiling, immediately turned into a wry smile.

Raise your hands, move your feet, bend your legs, and bend your arms...... The whole body, as if twisting Yangge, quickly became active.

Every joint, every meridian, and even every nerve is running rapidly, twisting, and rushing.

For fear that if you accidentally fall behind, you will be caught.

Although it looks like a pair of pink little hands, no one can guarantee what kind of strength is hidden under the weak skin.

"The wild grass and flowers by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, the sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people. ”

In the distance, there was a chuckling singing, but it was the prince who reappeared at some point, singing while taking steps.

The unruly eyes, with the disgust of a cockroach that they despise, swept towards Kazama.

"This is the seventy-two mechanical puppets carefully cultivated by our Wang family, with the qi of Tiangang, the seventy-two formations of the earth, point to capture, and treat the disease of ignorance of current affairs, it should be, this is the gift to you, be grateful and enjoy it."

Saying this, the corners of the prince's mouth rekindled the indescribable smile.

His cold eyes looked straight at the main seat of the audience.

There, a red-haired woman, like a flame, burning fiercely, and her red eyes stared at the ring.

But not towards the king, but towards the slightly embarrassed, silver-white figure.

The blazing gaze, like flames, burned fiercely on Kazama Yangyu's body.

However, at this moment, Kazama is raising his feathers, and where can he still tell the source of his gaze.

After all, not to mention the thousands of eyes in the audience in various senses, the seventy-two pairs of passionate eyes around him alone were enough to turn him into ants on a hot pot.

Although I tried to defeat them in turn, but sure enough, one plus one or something, it will always be greater than two.

And when seventy-two ones are stacked on top of each other...... Perhaps, the scripture is not just a mathematical problem, but a social problem.

Human beings are always an interesting subject to study, and this is especially true of human intelligence.

Although they only operate according to a fixed logic, these intelligent puppets derived from human intelligence do not seem to be at all stupid and clumsy as inhuman.

On the contrary, these seventy-two seemingly smiling and gentle girls seemed to be an inseparable whole, no matter from which angle Kazama broke through, they could dodge in an orderly manner, and then, through various tricky and strange attacks, Kazama Yangyu was forced back to the same place.

Over time, Kazama seemed to turn into a spinning top, and although it spun fast, it was always imprisoned in place.

The only thing that has changed, the only thing that is slowly fading, may be the strength and enthusiasm of that body.

At the fingertips, there was a slight "crackling" sound.

The purple mangs in the palm of the hand gathered and scattered, scattered and gathered, like a gorgeous lamp, constantly reincarnated in the light and out.

Although the chant has been completed countless times, if there is not even a gap for release, no matter how powerful the magic is, it will not help.

Frowning slightly, Kazama's eyes quickly glanced into the distance.

There, the purple figure was still standing quietly, not even looking this way.

It seems that for him, winning or losing is only a matter of time, not a suspense.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, and gasping violently, Kazama's figure flashed sharply, straight and rushed towards the purple figure.

"Bump!"

There was a muffled sound, and the two figures collided straight together.

Kazama raised his feathers, but he didn't even snort, and tilted his head slightly, dodging the fierce force that hit the back of his neck.

The feet are strong, and they are just about to rush forward.

In my heart, the alarm burst out.

"Poof!"

There was a soft sound, accompanied by a steely impact.

On the bend of the left foot, there was a sharp pain suddenly, accompanied by a strange tingling sensation, as if thousands of ants were concentrated in that place, desperately biting.

Suddenly, he almost fell to the ground.

Kazama rolled his feathers, and when he got up, the purple mangs in his hands finally rushed out.

It turned into countless thunder snakes, and "Zizi" sounded softly, surging in all directions.

"Crunch...... Boom ......"

In the flash of purple light, seventy-two figures suddenly froze.

Then, there was a cacophony of steel grinding.

The original flowing formation, suddenly appeared to stagnate for a moment.

Although, only for a moment, though, those mechanical maids soon began to attack again.

But, that's enough.

The corners of his mouth finally hooked up a long-lost smile.

Looking up, a brilliant golden light suddenly overflowed from the throat of the wind like a raging flame.

“Wuld，Nah，Kest！”

sound, diffuse in an instant.

With that ancient power, the forbidden power.

The huge dragon power was like ripples, stirring in the air.

Suddenly, it turned into countless wings, like a spirit of the wind, and in the ears, lingering whispers.

air, compressed rapidly.

Even with the light, it became dazzling.

Kazama wanted to close his eyes, just like he had when he had launched the Phantom of the Wind.

But this time, he couldn't.

Silver-white eyes, staring at it, staring at it, the purple figure, seemed to be about to crack if he was not careful.

Although, it has been compressed, although, it has turned into a touch of purple.

However, Kazama still saw it, the figure that gradually turned, and the face.

So slow, so slow, as if even the space had become sticky.

Surprise, contempt, disgust, and ridicule.

With countless expressions that were enough to make Kazama throw a fist at him, he turned around.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Then, the toes are violently forced.

"Boom!"

There was a sound of slate, shattering.

There was wind, swept by, carried, like a sharp blade of pain.

Pull the silver hair straight back and pull it back.

Kazama opened his eyes suddenly, and his silver eyes, in an instant, flashed with fine light.

With thunderous excitement and speed.

Near.

Approaching the one, the face suddenly cleared.

In an instant, the light and shadow returned, like fragments of countless faults, and finally after everything was over, they returned to their original place of belonging.

There was blood, spilling from the eye sockets.

But Kazama raised his feathers, but he didn't realize it.

There was only a touch of fanaticism, dormant in those unusually calm eyes.

It's like the blazing molten slurry that lurks under the hot springs.

Then, erupt.

"Drink!"

There was an angry shout, and the green muscles burst out.

Kazama's arms, which were not very developed, suddenly swelled at a strange speed.

It's as if the lava hidden in the ground has finally erupted.

Even the whole piece of air began to expand.

Wisps of golden light slowly leaked out of the pores, and then quickly condensed and spread, covering the entire arm in the blink of an eye.

"Ghost Dao Thirty-six Style, Third Style, Kunlun Tilt!"

The palm of the hand opened suddenly.

Then, hold tightly.

Hold the one, the face that can be deflected.

Even, that rebelliousness.

Time suddenly stands still.

Just like that, the blazing white light that finally stopped surging.

"Boom!"

Razer dances, and the purple light falls.

The originally high ring seemed to collapse and sinked violently.

In the dust, a huge shock wave expanded rapidly.

Together, the puppet-like stumbling out, the Taoist figure.