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Onmyoji?

When Qin Yu was still in the army, he went to Xiaoli to perform special tasks. During this period, he also received training in Japanese language and some cultural customs.

Naturally, he knew about the existence of Onmyoji.

It has a history of almost more than a thousand years, and it has a very high status in Xiaozhi.

Similar to our Chinese Taoist priests, they can walk the yin and yang and summon shikigami, which is extremely mysterious.

"Longmen Yang Fan, please give me some advice!"

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"Let's go back!"

"Senior Wuming, I'm going to do it this time!"

"It looks like the next step is tough!"

The old liar looked a little ugly. He couldn't even save Yang Fan with his divine general talisman.

The little fat man's eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth, nose, and ears began to bleed. It was obvious that he was having a hard time using the Lion's Roar Technique.

Phoenix's eyes lit up and he said quickly: "Onmyoji is good at spiritual attacks, and the lion's roar technique can also be used for long-range attacks. There is hope!"

Yang Fan took a slight breath, quickly swallowed the divine general talisman given by the old liar, took out a nine-knot whip from his sleeve, and stabbed Abe He with a flick of his wrist.

It seems that in the remaining rounds, the dragon gate is in danger.

"Oh"

The people from Longmen and the Boxing Alliance widened their eyes slightly.

And Abe He's face became even paler, and the black clouds faded to almost transparency.

"Okay, try to consume the opponent's power while protecting yourself!"

"Thank you, Lao Xu!"

Abe He waved the stick in his hand, and a large black cloud appeared behind him, making him look like a demon, full of powerful oppression.

"Yang Fan, be more careful!"

And Yang Fan, who was wrapped in black clouds, could hear howling ghosts and wolves, and the illusion was reborn, making him subconsciously cover his head and throw the nine-section whip to the ground.

Abe He waved his hand, and Shi Meng's body of more than 200 kilograms flew backwards.

It was like the roar of an ancient lion.

Long Wuming didn't hold out much hope. The Onmyoji of the Boxing Alliance was too difficult to deal with.

"Hey, it's over!"

Qin Yu squinted his eyes, which opened his eyes wide, but also felt a little worried for himself.

"Haha, we are about to overtake Longmen!"

"Longmen Wei Hao, please give me some advice!"

"Yes, what are the masters of Longmen? They are vulnerable to our Onmyoji!"

"Be careful, I'm going to attack!"

boom.

In just a few seconds, Yang Fan popped out of the black cloud and fell heavily to the ground, his eyes widened with an empty expression.

puff.

He clutched his chest, spit out a mouthful of blood, and sat down on the ground.

"It's really gone. There are only three in total. It took me ten years to refine them."

Long Wanli said nothing more, his eyes fell on the two figures in the center of the football field.

At most, he has rough skin and thick flesh, and is just a little more resistant to beatings than the average person.

After he finished speaking softly, there was a stick in his hand. It was dark and the material could not be seen.

"Abe Tsuru!"

Some ordinary people covered their ears one after another, unable to withstand such a high-decibel sonic attack.

The little fat man hugged his fists and took a few steps back.

Abe He didn't even mean to hide. With a wave of his hand, black clouds floated and enveloped Yang Fan.

The leader of the Sports Bureau's eyelids twitched. He didn't expect the Boxing Alliance to catch up so quickly.

Unless he takes action in person, relying on his strong Qi and the speed of his action, he can kill the opponent in an instant.

The old liar had a look of pain on his face.

Puff.

After about ten seconds at most, the little fat man staggered and sat on the ground.

The leaders of the Sports Bureau announced the results of this round of competition.

Abe He's expression changed, and he hurriedly waved the stick in his hand, and the black cloud quickly rushed towards the little fat man.

"The seventh round, Longmen Weihao, versus Abe Tsuru of the Boxing Alliance!"

Abe Tsuru is good at mental attacks. No matter how high his defense is, it is useless. I have never heard of any martial arts practitioner who can add defense to his mind.

Two six hundred three: c zero two four: c zero zero a: c four one one:: one eight

Long Wanli turned his head and glanced at the old liar.

Zong Daochen's face turned from dark to clear, and he said with a smile.

"Shi Meng, try your best to protect yourself!"

"Suffered."

At this time, a young man with a big head and a somewhat chubby appearance took the initiative to ask for help.

Place your hands on your lower abdomen, open your mouth, and start to inhale.

It was obvious that his mind had been severely damaged and it would take a long time to recover.

The leader of the Sports Bureau took the microphone and shouted.

Shi Meng scratched his head and walked to the center of the football field again.

"Our boxing alliance will definitely win!"

"In the sixth round, Longmen Shimeng fights against Abe Tsuru of the Boxing Alliance!"

"I didn't expect that the Onmyoji of my childhood was so powerful!"

"Old Xu, is he really gone?"

"Lion Roar Kung Fu!"

According to the rules of the competition, it is time for Shi Meng, who is promoted, to face Abe Tsuru.

This time, people from the Boxing Alliance cheered.

"Well, I will definitely try to consume more of his power."

"go with!"

I don't know what kind of illusion Shi Meng saw. He stood there dumbly and started to cry loudly.

A group of masters from the boxing alliance also showed excitement.

Yang Fan was a young boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes. After receiving the Divine General Talisman, he hugged his fists at the old liar before walking towards the center of the football field.

Abe curled up his mouth with a bit of disdain, then waved the stick in his hand, and the black cloud behind him once again enveloped Shi Meng.

"Grandpa, grandma, why are you you?"

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

"Deng Deng."

"call"

"My ears!"

"The alliance leader was still wise and asked the Onmyoji of the Abe family to help before setting off!"

Although the outcome has been determined, they all hope that Shi Meng can be stronger and not be injured as seriously as Yang Fan.

Otherwise, once the other party launches a mental attack, you may not be able to withstand it.

"A brute force!"

"Roar"

Moreover, he had to resist the mental attack of Hei Yun.

As soon as the leader of the Sports Bureau finished speaking, Shi Meng rushed towards Abe He like an elephant.

Yang Fan said politely, clasping his fists.

Sure enough, the little fat man's upper body continued to expand as if inflated, and the last earth-shattering sound wave spread out quickly.

The leader of the Sports Bureau sounded a little sad. This Abe crane is too stubborn. Longmen has no chance of winning.

However, the black cloud also faded a bit, indicating that every time it hurts a person, it will consume some power.

"Roar"

"go with!"

After the old liar finished speaking, he took out a piece of talisman from his arms, handed it to the other party and said: "This is the last talisman of the general, I hope it can come in handy!"

"In the fifth round, the Boxing Alliance wins. Longmen has 3 points and the Boxing Alliance has 2 points!"

Everyone here at Longmen was worried.

The flame between the eyebrows of the evil young man seemed to be burning faintly, as if it were a living thing.

"Longmen and the Boxing Alliance are tied, each will add one point. Longmen has 4 points, and the Boxing Alliance has 4 points!"

The leader of the Sports Bureau breathed a sigh of relief. This little fat guy was still okay. They eliminated this mysterious Onmyoji by exchanging one for one.

There are still three games left, and who will win becomes even more confusing!