I, the god, recruit witches to make money

Immediately, Maki Lizi attacked at high speed, not only the cold mist, but even the blade cut towards Kiryuin Misaya's abdomen.

She dodged hastily.

The blade brushed past his arm, leaving a short cut, but a strong chill flowed in through the wound.

The blood freezes.

"Ah!" Guilongyuan Meisai let out a painful roar and retreated dozens of meters away.

She glanced over and saw that her left arm had turned a livid color, and spiritual pressure could not flow into it.

The meridians, blood vessels and muscles are all frozen.

The cold is still spreading upwards.

If you continue like this, you will lose.

Rather than losing the match with regret, Kiryuin Misae would rather not have any regrets at all and directly inject spiritual pressure and electricity into her blood, just like the training when beating the wooden dummy in the shrine.

An intense tingling sensation and the gurgling sound of blood coursing through the blood vessels in the brain all came together.

Guilongyuan Meiya's almond-shaped eyes began to become bloodshot and the blue veins in her temples throbbed.

At the same time, a destructive force brewed in his body, easily dispelling the coldness of his left arm. His wheat-colored skin turned blood red, and white steam rose up.

"what!"

Kiryuin Misae raised her head and roared. The sudden increase in spiritual pressure spread along with the sound waves. Her body instinctively chose the most comfortable posture, with her limbs supported on the ground, like a tiger crawling on the ground.

Crack, cracks appeared on the surface of the frozen bamboo and icicles.

"This spiritual pressure... is it the fifth level?!"

For the first time, a look of surprise appeared on Makiriko's face. The fact that that small shrine had the Heavenly Flow Thunder Killing Technique was already surprising enough.

I didn't expect that there is even such a method to increase strength in a short period of time.

Oh no, she could dodge the attack from the fourth level, but she could only fight hard against the fifth level.

Maki Lizi raised her knife, and all the cold mist around her rushed into her body.

The body's life temperature begins to drop, to ensure that when a stronger cold breaks out in the Frost Month, one will not be harmed by the cold.

This state of suspended animation cannot be maintained for too long. Once used, if it is not recovered within three seconds, it will cause permanent damage to the body.

Maki Lizi didn't want to use this trick unless it was absolutely necessary.

But skills have limits.

Her skills can ensure that she avoids attacks from people in the same realm, and then slowly wears them down with cold air, but she cannot avoid attacks from those in the fifth realm.

The difference between the fourth realm and the fifth realm may seem like a numerical one, but in fact, there is a world of difference between them. If you are not careful, you will be killed in seconds.

She is more willing to take the risks necessary to win than to risk failure.

"Frost Blade Style: Ice Slash."

……

The body temperature drops rapidly.

Makiriko was almost unable to make any bending movements, and her body was pushed forward entirely by the cool air. She held the sword with both hands and swung it horizontally.

Kiryuin Misae continued to lie there. She was unable to expel the destructive thunder from her body to form the Thunder God Taiko, and could only let that power run around in her body.

My head was in a mess and I couldn't think or attack at all.

If Makiriko had been less decisive, hesitated a little, and given herself some time to think, she might have waited until Kiryuin Misae was defeated automatically.

However, Makiriko is a very decisive person. Once she makes a decision, she executes it immediately without any delay.

The pressure from outside allowed Guilongyuan Meisai to find an outlet for her to vent. She instinctively lunged forward without even thinking.

By playing with Caesar frequently, Guilongyuan Meiya inadvertently learned the essence of a tiger's pounce.

As we all know, a tiger's pounce is an extremely perfect technique that can mobilize the power of its limbs to the maximum, and the coordination between its claws is tacit.

Guilongyuan Meiya has no claws, but has nails on both hands, and the electric current instantly covers the nails of all ten fingers.

The boiling blood and spiritual pressure made her immune to the low temperature for a short time.

The two sides' bodies intertwined.

The knife flashes and the hands grab.

Guilongyuan Meiya fell to the ground with a plop and yelled, "Ah, it's so cold, so cold!"

His brain instantly became clear and his body quickly curled up. The blood flowing from his abdomen was as cold as a stream flowing in a snowy mountain.

"Great! Makiriko-sama won!"

Seeing her fall to the ground, the shrine maidens of Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine were the first to cheer, followed by the rest of the people.

Many people sighed in their hearts, thinking that the people from the small shrine could never defeat the genius of the Goshichi family.

The cold air gradually weakened, Maki's hand loosened, and Frost Moon fell to the ground. The wound that had been suppressed began to spurt out warm blood.

People fall down.

His eyes had already rolled back.

The cheers stopped abruptly.

"Hu, hu," Guilongyuan Meiya panted and stood up with difficulty. Her tights were stained with blood. Her left arm hung down, and she could not exert any strength at all.

"It's a headache. There's no hope for the next game."

Guilongyuan Meiya murmured. There were no cheers for the winner in the distance, only dead silence.

She didn't care about the cheers. She covered her abdomen with her hands, slowly applied electrotherapy to stop the bleeding from the wound, and walked towards the Thousand Torii.

……

Old and new, two kinds of red intertwine at the Thousand Torii Gates.

Jun Komori sat quietly on the steps, resting his mind.

She believed in Kaminagi and Kiryuin, but she would not use the name of belief to be lazy.

The Dharma power must be restored as soon as possible to avoid losing combat power in the possible third round.

A large number of footsteps broke the silence that should have been in the torii.

Komori's pure wine red eyes opened.

The bushes on the left were pushed aside, and a man walked out from inside.

Her shiny blond hair was covered in dust, and her right arm hung in the air like a cooked noodle.

The red and white shrine maiden's uniform was as dirty as a beggar's.

A panda eye appeared on the porcelain doll-like cheek. The eye was so swollen that it could not be opened and could only be narrowed into a slit.

But she still held her head high and returned here as a winner.

The fat man, who was as hard as a turtle, was cut in half by the knife.

"Kaminagi!" Jun Komori stood up and ran over quickly, "Are you okay?"

"Well, Coal Master..."

Half of Kaminagi Rin's face was swollen, and her speech was not as clear as before.

Jun Komori looked anxious and was about to send the patient for treatment.

There were more footsteps coming from the right, and Guilongyuan Meisai came back dragging her injured body.

Seeing Rin Kaminagi in front of her, she was slightly stunned, but her first reaction was to laugh rather than worry.

"Hahaha, you look so embarrassed."

"What are you talking about?" Kami Nagi Rin replied unhappily. Thinking of the miserable state and victory of the two, she couldn't help laughing out loud, "Haha."

"Haha."

The girls' silver bell-like laughter echoed in the silent mountains.

Hundreds of people were watching below, with eyes filled with admiration, envy, and deep jealousy.

Regardless of their mood, they all have to admit that at this moment, the strongest leader of the next generation was born.

They have nothing to do with the Seven Families, but are three shrine maidens from Nohara Shrine.

……

afternoon.

The Shinto Conference ended successfully, and Fujiwara no Kiyoko, the chief priest of Ise Jingu Shrine, served as the new leader of the alliance.

But this incident did not cause any sensation. It was something that had already been decided, and it was far less surprising to the gods than the result at Inariyama.

"Your Nohara Shrine really stole the show this time!"

The punk-style woman with long hair tied into a single ponytail slapped him on the back and complained, "Jubei lost in the first round. I will punish him when I get back!"

Bai Shi smiled and said, "Don't blame him."

"Don't be so complacent. Leading now doesn't mean you'll be ahead in the future. I won't let Jubei lose to that blond guy over there again!"

Jian Ju glared fiercely.

Bai Shi said with an innocent expression: "You are the one who said I stole the limelight. I didn't say anything."

"You are obviously feeling proud!"

"How could I be proud of such an ordinary thing?"

Shiraishi tried hard to keep a straight face, but the corners of his mouth that were raised betrayed his true thoughts.

Jian Ju gritted his teeth and was about to raise his hand.

Seeing that she was about to "make a move" on him, Shiraishi quickly changed the subject and said, "Come to think of it, this conference ended smoothly, and there was no sign of Hojo at all."

"Ah."

Mentioning this, Jian Ju frowned and said, "I don't know what he was thinking, deliberately making us nervous and then doing something behind our backs?

What a troublesome guy."

Jiangiku's mood became a little irritable. During the days when he was chasing Hojo, he was treated like a monkey and made a fool of himself.

To say I'm not depressed would be a lie.

"It doesn't matter. If there is anything, your master can take care of it. Everything can be handled."

"You are mocking me."

Jian Ju was so furious that he grabbed his neck and held it tightly.

This action inevitably made Bai Shi's head touch her chest, and the soft touch could not be blocked by a thin layer of cloth.

"Drink some wine later, I'm going to drink you down!"

She increased the strength of her hands, showing her determination to punish.

Bai Shi patted her arm repeatedly and took the initiative to surrender: "Okay, okay, I admit defeat, let go quickly."

If you keep squeezing me like this, I really can't take it anymore.

"Haha."

Jian Ju laughed triumphantly, released his hand from his neck, and said with a beaming face, "Let's see if you dare to mock me next time."

Bai Shi rubbed his neck with his hand, his cheeks still retaining the warmth, and complained: "You should change your bad habit of strangling others when you are angry."

Don’t you know your cup size?

"I'd like to make it clear in advance that I have never strangled anyone other than you. Neither Baldy, Lian, nor Xiaosong have been strangled."

Jian Ju came to a conclusion and said confidently, "You should reflect on what you did wrong that led to me using a throat lock on you.

Well, no matter how you think about it, it's your fault!"

Bai Shi rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "Does a victim like me need to reflect on this?"

"Haha."

Jian Ju also realized that what he said didn't seem to make sense, so he just laughed it off and pointed to the front and said, "That's the Social Affairs Office. Gui Longyuan and the others are all there."