Looking at the body that was still bleeding, and Han Ankang, who was dressed in messy clothes, the two Onmyojis at the shrine, including the traitor Igawu, who was slick and slick, they all knew that this time the matter was really troublesome.

For the three people who participated in the help today, Kaichi Aritoshi, who had already cut off two swords, was undoubtedly the most noble in his identity. It was not because he was the most powerful in martial arts, but because he was the emperor's servant.

Even now, the Emperor's influence in the island country is no longer the same as before. But for special groups like them, the Emperor has always been the object of their loyalty. It is their existence that makes the cabinet and the military dare not ignore the power of the royal family.

Now that Fuji Kaichi is dead, to put it nicely, he sacrifices his life for the country. However, whether the donation is meaningful depends on whether they can kill Han Ankang next. If they can, they can still work in front of the emperor. If not, the consequences will be very serious.

When Igawu and others were thinking about Akito Kaichi's death, Han Ankang mobilized his vitality to deal with the wounds behind him. After this battle, although he was excited, he knew that his vitality was consumed very much.

Especially the Five Elements Divine Thunder Talisman, it is entirely traction by vital energy. This kind of thunder technique is also a great burden for him as a foundation-building cultivator. But he knew that only thunder could strike and make a comeback.

He felt uncomfortable, and these two Onmyoji were even more uncomfortable. At this moment, their essence and blood were almost fed back to the raised Shikigami. Once the essence and blood were exhausted, their end would be that the food that became Shikigami would be swallowed up.

In a sense, these Onmyoji are like a group of people playing with fire. From the day they choose to become Onmyoji, they are destined to be connected to Shikigami, and sooner or later they will become Shikigami's sacrifice.

Looking at Han Ankang's cold and solemn face, the two Onmyoji also felt that they were not far from their defeat. Without Tianren's protection, they would also be beheaded if they were close to each other.

The two Onmyojis who realized this, one of the old priests, suddenly said with a firm look on their faces: "Ichiki Iga, buy time for me. I will take one step first, no matter what, I will destroy him, otherwise the empire will be in danger!"

Another young priest seemed to realize something and said in horror: "Teacher, don't!"

Unfortunately, his words were still a little late. After the priest finished speaking, he suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground and recited a string of spells that Han Ankang could not understand. The Shikigami he controlled suddenly became extremely excited.

When the Shikigami turned into a stream of black smoke and penetrated into the priest's body, Han Ankang realized that something was wrong. This technique of using the body to accept the gods, the caster would undoubtedly die once he casted it.

But with the physical ghost, the combat power it exerts will be a little higher than before. And the Ichiki priest who was watching all this but could not stop it, and Igawu, who saw that Han Ankang did not move, naturally did not move.

In fact, at this time, Han Ankang did not want to move, but was absorbing the vital energy of the crystal stone to make up for consumption. For him, it also takes time to recover the vital energy at this time. The crystal stone provides pure vital energy, and the recovery effect is naturally very rapid.

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

He also looked straight and opened his mouth and said, "Flying sword comes out to kill evil spirits!"

When they heard Han Ankang's voice, the Yimu priest and Igawu were stunned for a moment. But just as they realized, a black light shot out from Han Ankang's body, piercing the eyebrows of the sitting priest like lightning.

As the black light came out, Han Anqing pinched his finger and said, "Flying Sword, come back!"

With a move, a flying sword began to circle over his head. Looking at this magical small sword, Igawu said with a pale face: "Tactic Sword, you actually have a Talisman! You are a long-lost sword cultivator in China! How is that possible!"

As a Tianren who pursued the ultimate sword path, he naturally understood that in ancient China, there were a group of cultivators with the heart sword body. Sword cultivators who practiced to the extreme could use talisman sword swords to kill enemies thousands of miles away. It was very invincible!

He never expected that Han Ankang, who was a Taoist cultivator, would have such a thing as a despicable thing. Looking at the priest who began to tremble his body, he knew what was about to happen next.

He also said with a crazy expression: "Ichiki, go quickly! He is a sword cultivator, and we are not opponents at all. Go back and tell the emperor that Iga is sorry to him and the empire. Today I want to bring him to avenge the funeral together!"

As he spoke, he suddenly bent down, picked up the old priest's trembling body, and rushed towards the place where Han Ankang was. This suddenly reminded Han Ankang of the Japanese who held the ** bag during the war.

In addition, the young priest, after Igawu finished speaking, he took back Shikigami and escaped from a distance. He knew that this priest had been cut off from its vitality in advance and destroyed the corpse of the priest in the divine palace. I was afraid there was something wrong.

Looking at Igawu screaming and rushing up, he didn't pay much attention to it, but according to his intuition. As his fingers were pinching, the flying sword quickly shaking and becoming bigger. He jumped onto the flying sword, and led his fingers to quickly fly away from the building.

Looking at Han Ankang walking on the sword, Igawu, who was carrying the corpse of the priest, seemed a little dumbfounded. But he understood that he could no longer tolerate this time, so he made other choices.

Just as he was about to jump off the building and chase Han Ankang who was walking on a sword, the priest's body finally emitted a trace of black light. Under the tearing of the black light, the priest's body finally turned into ashes like a bomb.

Even when this light develops to its extreme, the vortex it forms turns into a black storm, sweeping everything around it. As for Igaju, the moment when the black light penetrates the body, it has been penetrated by the light and can no longer die.

Feeling the power of the black storm, Han Ankang also felt like he was being targeted by death. Although he didn't understand why a corpse turned out like this, he bit his tongue out of intuition and consumed a drop of essence and blood to speed up the flying sword.

When the death threat disappeared, he saw that the ninja base was swept by a super powerful tornado. This tornado swallowed everything around it and did not completely calm down until it reached a certain range.

Looking at the gradually fading tornado, Han Ankang felt very glad. If he hadn't realized the danger in advance and left with his sword as soon as possible, the storm formed by the cold wind would probably have cost him a heavy price.

Han Ankang ignored the ruins where the base could no longer be seen, but began to chase the escaped priest. He didn't want the Japanese to know that he was a monk and had the secret of flying swords.

Han Ankang, who was chasing directly on the sword, soon saw the terrified priest on the other side of the storm. Although he ran away earlier than Han Ankang, his speed was still a little slower than Han Ankang.

At this moment, he was attacked by the storm Yufeng. He had difficulty reaching the disaster with Shikigami, and he had no strength to fight again. Facing Han Ankang who had landed from a low altitude, the Yimu Master also knew that he could not escape again.

Looking at Han Ankang with a cold-faced face, he finally couldn't help saying, "Chinese, do you really want to stay with the shrine forever? You know, the Onmyoji in our shrine is far more than you think, and there is even a magical helper. You!!"

At this moment, Han Ankang interrupted: "Is this your last words? There is so much nonsense!"

As soon as the words came, the flying sword that stopped in the air was like an assassin. A flashed by the neck of the priest, and the priest, known as the strongest young generation in the shrine, had become a headless corpse.

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

Han Ankang, who felt that the matter had finally been resolved, took the flying sword back into his body, and felt that the temperature around him suddenly became hot. All his clothes were gone in vain, and there was a sea of ​​fire in front of him.

And he was in this sea of ​​fire. This sudden change made Han Ankang realize that he was being attacked. Han Ankang could feel the sudden appearance of the sea of ​​fire, which was the consequence of the transformation of the vitality.

He didn't care about any naked body and walked directly on the fire, and began to let his mind go out of his mind and look for the person who sneaked into him. Until in his mind, he saw a foreigner hiding on the top of the mountain and chanting in his mouth.

Foreigners! For Chinese people, this name refers to Westerners. The person who casts spells and sneaks is the foreigner of this white race. For such people, Han Ankang suddenly remembered the existence of Western supernatural powers.

If a fire-type superpowered person can also conduct such a large-scale fire-type element attack at a distance, then he is at least a double-S-level superpowered elite warrior. Unexpectedly, his battle with the Japanese attracted these guys.

Perhaps because of feeling Han Ankang's observation, the fire-type psychic man seemed very surprised. He used another rain of fire to increase the scale of the sea of ​​fire in front of Han Ankang, completely ignoring the numerous trees in this place.

Just when Han Ankang felt that his body was being burned by the fire of fire, his skin had begun to be injured. Even if he used the energy to protect the body, the effect was not very ideal. The reason was very simple, these fires were not ordinary fires.

The fire-type vital energy nature it possesses allows it to merge with Han Ankang's vital energy shield. The fused fire elements are eroding Han Ankang's body and causing extremely serious damage to him.

Han Ankang, who felt that he could not sit and wait for death, knew that his vitality was not much. But he gritted his teeth and spit out several blood in succession, urging the flying sword to drill into the mouth of the psychic who was casting the spell at a speed of light.
Chapter completed!